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This chapter is dedicated to satyr-oh , who made me remember that some of the others had reactions too. Alright, Chapter 8 is half way through, should be out sometime this weekend or next week. I know it's short, but I expect the next to be longer then any other. Read, review, enjoy. Omni out.
Alright, the chapter has been up (at the time of reposting) one night, and already I have edited it. Content, that is, not grammer, no one has said anything about that yet for this chapter. Any way, to those who read it before the change, I hope this clears up any question about Narcissa Malfoy. The store will tie into the next chapter. As stated above, Read, Review, Enjoy...
Chapter 7: News
At around the same time that Nyphrodora Tonks was made aware of her status within the Black family, Andromeda Tonks, Narcissa Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and Bellatrix Lestrange were made aware of theirs also.
"Teddy!" screamed Andromeda Tonks, having just been alerted to her new status.
"What is it Andy?" A concerned Ted Tonks asked.
"Th-the Black family... it has a new head." She said, as if this explained everything. Seeing her husbands puzzled stare she continued.
"The Black family can only have a blood heir as the head. The only one that I know about would my sister's," she spat the word, "son. But it's not him. Nymphie, and I, and you also by marriage, are now part of the Black family. I'm no longer disowned. I never knew that Sirius had a child. I wonder if he even did. I have a feeling that if I am acknowledged, then my loving sisters may have been disowned."
"What does all this mean for us? Were our own family, why do we need the Black family? And why does it matter that your sisters are disowned?" Ted asked, not understanding .
"Ted, we are our own family. But now we are also part of the Black family. Okay, think of it like 'The Godfather', only you wont be called upon to do any favors. The Head of Family is responsible for the protection and well being of those within his family, i.e. you, Nymphie, and I. My cousin, Sirius who passed away recently, I think you met him once. Funny guy, anyway, he was the Head of the Family. My sisters, as well as their husbands are supporters of you-know-who. Sirius's mother was the Head during the time that he was thrown into Azkaban without a trial. Mrs. Black died while Sirius was imprisoned, leaving him as the Head, but unable to do anything. Since neither Narcissa nor Bellatrix were heads, they could only take what Mrs. Black had stipend them per month, otherwise you-know-who would have all of the Black fortune by now. We will have to contact Gringotts to find out what we are being stipened." She said, looking sad at the memory of her younger cousin's fate.
"Why, exactly, do we have to get a stipend? I work hard to provide for us, as do you. And with Nymphrodora out of the house now, it's not as hard as it once was. I do not want charity Andy." Ted told her.
"I understand, and I agree Ted. But it is not so much charity as it is, say, an allowance that the Head gives to family members to ensure that we are taken care of. We are not expected to live off this money, and to do so would be an insult to the Head. At the same time, to not take it would be also seen as a slight on him, or her, for that matter. We will have to meet with the Head at some point. Could you see if you can contact Nymphie? I believe that she would have been notified also, but probably not to the extent that I was." Andromeda asked her husband, as she pulled out her wand and drew a complicated pattern in the air next to the wall. A drawer opened up to reveal an old photo album of the Black family, the only thing she took from the 'The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black'. "I'm going to look through this. Maybe I can figure some things out." She told her husband, flipping through the pages.
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"Mother." Draco Malfoy whispered urgently. He had just been notified of his disownment from the Black family. While this in itself was not a huge problem for him, after all, he was a Malfoy heir, money was not a problem. It did mean a large amount of trouble for his mother, however.
"I know Draco, I know." She told him.
"Why did this happen. I mean, I was supposed to inherit the Black fortune. What's happening? Who's the Head? No pureblood in their right mind would have disowned us!"
"I Know this Draco. I do not know who the new head is. About you getting the Black fortune, well that would only happen if we could contest it. My mutt of a cousin would have left it to Potter. The headship, however, cannot be given to anyone not of Black blood. This means that Sirius would have had to have had an heir. And not being part of the family any longer, we have no right to find out who the new head is. The Goblins at Gringgotts wouldn't tell you if you if their lives depended on it, let alone being bribed with any money that I no longer have. At the Ancestral Black House there is... funny, I can't seem to recall where that is exactly... at any rate there is a Family Tapestry, which could have told us, but Sirius was blown off of it when he ran away. It wouldn't show any children of his unless the Head had a house elf restore it. And you are right Draco, there are not many pureblood families that would disown us, besides Weasley, or the Bones'. Your Aunt, Bellatrix, has also been disowned as well, and there are many who fear her wrath as much as the Dark Lord's."
"Mother, without that money, you no longer have any purpose for father." Draco told her, trying to hide his concern, which he would have succeeded with any one but his mother.
"Do not worry Draco. I know this. I do not know what I will tell your father, but I should have some time before I will have to present the money to him, to give to the Dark Lord." But she did not sound at all certain. "Nevertheless, understand that your father is a fool. Believe what you wish, but do not follow the Dark Lord. 'Nemo ut succedo', your father told me, when I married him. He said that I was now part of a House that would 'Bow to no one'. Yet he grovels to that...thing, every time he calls him. Like a pathetic dog who still comes back to his master even after being beaten. Hope that you never have to be in his presence, Draco, his power is intoxicating, and his words compel you. But his promises are empty and to fail, to fail means pain and eventual death."
Narcissa knew that she did not have the money to present to her husband, and the fact that she would never again have access to said money, would prompt her husband to kill her. He did not love her, nor had he ever. She never wanted to merry him anyway. Like most of the marriages between purebloods, it was an arranged marriage, for business and purity, not love. Besides, he had had many mistresses, and it was no secret, outside the Death Eaters and her, anyway, that Lucius sometimes partook in Crabbe and Goyle's hosted orgies. How those two apes ever managed to procreate, she would never know. However, death would be a gift that she was not going to be given. Lucius imitated the Dark Lord's methods of punishment when extremely displeased, Cruciatus, systematic cutting, needle torture, and a curse that would remove your skin in layers, causing death through blood loss and complications from exposure was one that Lucius was particularly fond of. Yes, she was dead. These words would be the last she would probably speak to her son for a long time, if ever again, no matter what she had told him. She never showed much emotion, but she did care for her son. She was the only one who did.
"Go on to bed now, Draco. I will figure this out. Say nothing to your father." She commanded him, softly.
"Yes, mother." Draco answered, knowing that he would not see her in the morning. 'I will kill him if he does anything to here...' were his thought as he made his way to bed.
After Draco had left, she put the firewhiskey that she had been nursing since earlier that evening down on the table and headed for her bedroom. 'I must leave.' She thought to herself, as her self preservation instincts kicked in. She was not a Slytherin for nothing, despite what her husband might say about her. She had made a few contacts in the area of Knocturn and a couple outside of the country. If she wanted to get lost, she could do so easily. 'There is the sub-alley devision. Not many know about that. And I have not seen the 'Luna Argentum' since before I graduated. If Vesta is as hosbitable as she ever was, then I can hide out there until better accommodations can be made.' Making a decision, she grabbed her best multi-compartment trunk and began throwing as much of her jewelry, clothes, and other items as she could into the first few compartments.
"Why not?" she said to herself as she grabbed another trunk, after shrinking the first one, and summoned all of the rare and powerful books in the Malfoy library. 'He's already going to be livid. Oh the tantrum he will throw! I will have to keep in contact with Draco somehow. But perhaps it is better that he does not know where I am. Plausible deniability and all.' Finishing in the library, she shrunk her second trunk and made her way to the apparition point. Thinking 'I hope Mystique's is open.' As she apparated to a deserted London alley a few blocks from the Leaky Cauldron. Stepping out to the street, she was met with the glow of a sign reading "Mystique Apparel".
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Bellatrix Lestrange sat in her tub within the Dark Lord's stronghold. She did not know where it was located, nor did she care. She was trying to evaluate her life. She had just been disowned, meaning she could no longer give her master the money he required to run his operations. This was, in a word, bad. Of course that was an understatement, but Trixie liked words that did not adequately clarify their extent.
"This is baaadd......" Trixie told herself.
"Yeah, no shit." Bellatrix replied.
"He's ganna get us gooood..."
"Shut up." Bellatrix told herself sadly. She wasn't sad. Not really. But she was hurt that she had failed her master again, and that she was almost expendable. She had seen it in his eyes, at the Ministry. Those cold, calculating scarlet orbs. Deciding whether or not to take her or leave her to her imprisonment. Like her husband. Or late husband. Trixie laughed.
"Gave him a nice kiss, they did! Uh-huh!" Trixie said in a baby like voice.
To prevent his escape, the Minister had had her husband given the Dementer's Kiss. All the others who did not manage to make it out of custody were sent to deepest depths of Azkaban. Those, like precious Lucius were able to slip out, via the Minister's pocket and were now fugitives.
"He's not going to let this go unpunished. Not like he does anything else."
"Nope, he'll torture us till even I have another personality in my head, then pass us around to be raped, you know, make an example to any other female Death Eaters, o' course, by then we wont have any mind left, so it wont matter. Probably hang us by our toes after we finally die. Honestly, the man has no imagination. Just Crucio this or Avada that"
"Maybe, but he will be especially pissed with this, after our latest failure at the Ministry." Bellatrix replied.
"Your as good as dead, babe."
"Yep."
"Never to torture again."
"I know."
"Or kill"
"Sad."
"Or squash Wormtail under high-healed boots"
"And I so wanted to do that..."
"Or play with the fluffy kittens..."
"What?"
"Nothing...I don't know about you, but I would rather go out on my own terms."
"I quit agree."
"I mean, death is a gift to us. One that we won't get if Master has his way."
"Uh-huh."
"Are we going to do this then?"
"Yes."
Right, well you know what they say..."
" Down the road..."
"And across the street..."
And with that Bellatrix conjured a straight razor that she had seen Dolohov use once during one of the many interrogations of prisoners. She dipped it into her now cold water almost reverently, and then produced her left wrist. She carefully brought it up, and made a slight incision, just enough to make a cut. She continued, this time deeper, relishing in the sting that began to flame to the middle of her forearm. She looked at the cut in fascination, the blood slowly seeping out, then faster, till it was a steady flow. She did it again in the center of her arm, this time up to her elbow.
It was really beginning to hurt now. Nowhere near the Cruciatus curse, but it still hurt. She loved it. Another cut, the same length as the first, next to the center one. She did three quick slices across the heavily flowing wounds, creating a disturbing chess board, or intersections, as she saw them. She no longer felt the pain. Just cold from shock, and cloudy from blood loss. Trixie took over around then, and seeing the streets, decided to make little stores. She drew little boxes inside the squares until her arm ceased to function, and she fell back into the scarlet water, more dead then alive, lungs filling with water. This was how she was found by house elves when she failed to show up at a Death Eater meeting some days later.
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So what do you think? I know that it is short, and for me, that is pretty bad. Like I said, next will be longer and Knocturn. What did you think of Trixie and Bellatrix?
Alright, the chapter has been up (at the time of reposting) one night, and already I have edited it. Content, that is, not grammer, no one has said anything about that yet for this chapter. Any way, to those who read it before the change, I hope this clears up any question about Narcissa Malfoy. The store will tie into the next chapter. As stated above, Read, Review, Enjoy...
Chapter 7: News
At around the same time that Nyphrodora Tonks was made aware of her status within the Black family, Andromeda Tonks, Narcissa Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and Bellatrix Lestrange were made aware of theirs also.
"Teddy!" screamed Andromeda Tonks, having just been alerted to her new status.
"What is it Andy?" A concerned Ted Tonks asked.
"Th-the Black family... it has a new head." She said, as if this explained everything. Seeing her husbands puzzled stare she continued.
"The Black family can only have a blood heir as the head. The only one that I know about would my sister's," she spat the word, "son. But it's not him. Nymphie, and I, and you also by marriage, are now part of the Black family. I'm no longer disowned. I never knew that Sirius had a child. I wonder if he even did. I have a feeling that if I am acknowledged, then my loving sisters may have been disowned."
"What does all this mean for us? Were our own family, why do we need the Black family? And why does it matter that your sisters are disowned?" Ted asked, not understanding .
"Ted, we are our own family. But now we are also part of the Black family. Okay, think of it like 'The Godfather', only you wont be called upon to do any favors. The Head of Family is responsible for the protection and well being of those within his family, i.e. you, Nymphie, and I. My cousin, Sirius who passed away recently, I think you met him once. Funny guy, anyway, he was the Head of the Family. My sisters, as well as their husbands are supporters of you-know-who. Sirius's mother was the Head during the time that he was thrown into Azkaban without a trial. Mrs. Black died while Sirius was imprisoned, leaving him as the Head, but unable to do anything. Since neither Narcissa nor Bellatrix were heads, they could only take what Mrs. Black had stipend them per month, otherwise you-know-who would have all of the Black fortune by now. We will have to contact Gringotts to find out what we are being stipened." She said, looking sad at the memory of her younger cousin's fate.
"Why, exactly, do we have to get a stipend? I work hard to provide for us, as do you. And with Nymphrodora out of the house now, it's not as hard as it once was. I do not want charity Andy." Ted told her.
"I understand, and I agree Ted. But it is not so much charity as it is, say, an allowance that the Head gives to family members to ensure that we are taken care of. We are not expected to live off this money, and to do so would be an insult to the Head. At the same time, to not take it would be also seen as a slight on him, or her, for that matter. We will have to meet with the Head at some point. Could you see if you can contact Nymphie? I believe that she would have been notified also, but probably not to the extent that I was." Andromeda asked her husband, as she pulled out her wand and drew a complicated pattern in the air next to the wall. A drawer opened up to reveal an old photo album of the Black family, the only thing she took from the 'The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black'. "I'm going to look through this. Maybe I can figure some things out." She told her husband, flipping through the pages.
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"Mother." Draco Malfoy whispered urgently. He had just been notified of his disownment from the Black family. While this in itself was not a huge problem for him, after all, he was a Malfoy heir, money was not a problem. It did mean a large amount of trouble for his mother, however.
"I know Draco, I know." She told him.
"Why did this happen. I mean, I was supposed to inherit the Black fortune. What's happening? Who's the Head? No pureblood in their right mind would have disowned us!"
"I Know this Draco. I do not know who the new head is. About you getting the Black fortune, well that would only happen if we could contest it. My mutt of a cousin would have left it to Potter. The headship, however, cannot be given to anyone not of Black blood. This means that Sirius would have had to have had an heir. And not being part of the family any longer, we have no right to find out who the new head is. The Goblins at Gringgotts wouldn't tell you if you if their lives depended on it, let alone being bribed with any money that I no longer have. At the Ancestral Black House there is... funny, I can't seem to recall where that is exactly... at any rate there is a Family Tapestry, which could have told us, but Sirius was blown off of it when he ran away. It wouldn't show any children of his unless the Head had a house elf restore it. And you are right Draco, there are not many pureblood families that would disown us, besides Weasley, or the Bones'. Your Aunt, Bellatrix, has also been disowned as well, and there are many who fear her wrath as much as the Dark Lord's."
"Mother, without that money, you no longer have any purpose for father." Draco told her, trying to hide his concern, which he would have succeeded with any one but his mother.
"Do not worry Draco. I know this. I do not know what I will tell your father, but I should have some time before I will have to present the money to him, to give to the Dark Lord." But she did not sound at all certain. "Nevertheless, understand that your father is a fool. Believe what you wish, but do not follow the Dark Lord. 'Nemo ut succedo', your father told me, when I married him. He said that I was now part of a House that would 'Bow to no one'. Yet he grovels to that...thing, every time he calls him. Like a pathetic dog who still comes back to his master even after being beaten. Hope that you never have to be in his presence, Draco, his power is intoxicating, and his words compel you. But his promises are empty and to fail, to fail means pain and eventual death."
Narcissa knew that she did not have the money to present to her husband, and the fact that she would never again have access to said money, would prompt her husband to kill her. He did not love her, nor had he ever. She never wanted to merry him anyway. Like most of the marriages between purebloods, it was an arranged marriage, for business and purity, not love. Besides, he had had many mistresses, and it was no secret, outside the Death Eaters and her, anyway, that Lucius sometimes partook in Crabbe and Goyle's hosted orgies. How those two apes ever managed to procreate, she would never know. However, death would be a gift that she was not going to be given. Lucius imitated the Dark Lord's methods of punishment when extremely displeased, Cruciatus, systematic cutting, needle torture, and a curse that would remove your skin in layers, causing death through blood loss and complications from exposure was one that Lucius was particularly fond of. Yes, she was dead. These words would be the last she would probably speak to her son for a long time, if ever again, no matter what she had told him. She never showed much emotion, but she did care for her son. She was the only one who did.
"Go on to bed now, Draco. I will figure this out. Say nothing to your father." She commanded him, softly.
"Yes, mother." Draco answered, knowing that he would not see her in the morning. 'I will kill him if he does anything to here...' were his thought as he made his way to bed.
After Draco had left, she put the firewhiskey that she had been nursing since earlier that evening down on the table and headed for her bedroom. 'I must leave.' She thought to herself, as her self preservation instincts kicked in. She was not a Slytherin for nothing, despite what her husband might say about her. She had made a few contacts in the area of Knocturn and a couple outside of the country. If she wanted to get lost, she could do so easily. 'There is the sub-alley devision. Not many know about that. And I have not seen the 'Luna Argentum' since before I graduated. If Vesta is as hosbitable as she ever was, then I can hide out there until better accommodations can be made.' Making a decision, she grabbed her best multi-compartment trunk and began throwing as much of her jewelry, clothes, and other items as she could into the first few compartments.
"Why not?" she said to herself as she grabbed another trunk, after shrinking the first one, and summoned all of the rare and powerful books in the Malfoy library. 'He's already going to be livid. Oh the tantrum he will throw! I will have to keep in contact with Draco somehow. But perhaps it is better that he does not know where I am. Plausible deniability and all.' Finishing in the library, she shrunk her second trunk and made her way to the apparition point. Thinking 'I hope Mystique's is open.' As she apparated to a deserted London alley a few blocks from the Leaky Cauldron. Stepping out to the street, she was met with the glow of a sign reading "Mystique Apparel".
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Bellatrix Lestrange sat in her tub within the Dark Lord's stronghold. She did not know where it was located, nor did she care. She was trying to evaluate her life. She had just been disowned, meaning she could no longer give her master the money he required to run his operations. This was, in a word, bad. Of course that was an understatement, but Trixie liked words that did not adequately clarify their extent.
"This is baaadd......" Trixie told herself.
"Yeah, no shit." Bellatrix replied.
"He's ganna get us gooood..."
"Shut up." Bellatrix told herself sadly. She wasn't sad. Not really. But she was hurt that she had failed her master again, and that she was almost expendable. She had seen it in his eyes, at the Ministry. Those cold, calculating scarlet orbs. Deciding whether or not to take her or leave her to her imprisonment. Like her husband. Or late husband. Trixie laughed.
"Gave him a nice kiss, they did! Uh-huh!" Trixie said in a baby like voice.
To prevent his escape, the Minister had had her husband given the Dementer's Kiss. All the others who did not manage to make it out of custody were sent to deepest depths of Azkaban. Those, like precious Lucius were able to slip out, via the Minister's pocket and were now fugitives.
"He's not going to let this go unpunished. Not like he does anything else."
"Nope, he'll torture us till even I have another personality in my head, then pass us around to be raped, you know, make an example to any other female Death Eaters, o' course, by then we wont have any mind left, so it wont matter. Probably hang us by our toes after we finally die. Honestly, the man has no imagination. Just Crucio this or Avada that"
"Maybe, but he will be especially pissed with this, after our latest failure at the Ministry." Bellatrix replied.
"Your as good as dead, babe."
"Yep."
"Never to torture again."
"I know."
"Or kill"
"Sad."
"Or squash Wormtail under high-healed boots"
"And I so wanted to do that..."
"Or play with the fluffy kittens..."
"What?"
"Nothing...I don't know about you, but I would rather go out on my own terms."
"I quit agree."
"I mean, death is a gift to us. One that we won't get if Master has his way."
"Uh-huh."
"Are we going to do this then?"
"Yes."
Right, well you know what they say..."
" Down the road..."
"And across the street..."
And with that Bellatrix conjured a straight razor that she had seen Dolohov use once during one of the many interrogations of prisoners. She dipped it into her now cold water almost reverently, and then produced her left wrist. She carefully brought it up, and made a slight incision, just enough to make a cut. She continued, this time deeper, relishing in the sting that began to flame to the middle of her forearm. She looked at the cut in fascination, the blood slowly seeping out, then faster, till it was a steady flow. She did it again in the center of her arm, this time up to her elbow.
It was really beginning to hurt now. Nowhere near the Cruciatus curse, but it still hurt. She loved it. Another cut, the same length as the first, next to the center one. She did three quick slices across the heavily flowing wounds, creating a disturbing chess board, or intersections, as she saw them. She no longer felt the pain. Just cold from shock, and cloudy from blood loss. Trixie took over around then, and seeing the streets, decided to make little stores. She drew little boxes inside the squares until her arm ceased to function, and she fell back into the scarlet water, more dead then alive, lungs filling with water. This was how she was found by house elves when she failed to show up at a Death Eater meeting some days later.
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So what do you think? I know that it is short, and for me, that is pretty bad. Like I said, next will be longer and Knocturn. What did you think of Trixie and Bellatrix?
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