I do not own Harry Potter.
In this story Narcissa and Bellatrix are not related to Sirius Black.
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All I wanted was a quiet place to think and yet here I was. Trapped between a wall and a hard place. That hard place just so happened to be Draco Malfoy. This hard-muscled chest against my own. His strong hands held mine in a tight grip next to my head. His left thigh rubbing against my most private of places. How did I get here? How was this the situation I ended up in? All I wanted was a quiet place to think.
It was first year again and I remember it like it was yesterday. The wonder of a new adventure. The idea of new friends. It all seemed rather intriguing to me. I remember the first time I met Hagrid. He knew immediately who I was, all of the teachers did. I remember meeting Harry Potter for the first time and wanting to scream my excitement but I knew I shouldn't. he would hate me if he knew the truth. He probably only knew what everyone else thought happened. I remember the sorting hat. That damn hat. I remember sitting down thinking that hopefully I would be placed in Gryffindor. That I would be able to clear my family name. That wasn't the case. No, none of that would happen because the hat called out Slytherin. The whispers started immediately. Here I was, at Hogwarts with the famous Harry Potter and yet I, Mileena Black, was the topic of conversation.
It was third year when the whispers started again. I had heard, but I couldn't believe it. I had to find him. I needed to find him. My father, Sirius Black, had escaped from Azkaban. I remember looking over my shoulder so much my neck hurt. I remember being told not to go looking for trouble. I remember my first encounter with a Dementor. It was terrifying, I thought I was going to die. I was saved though, by Professor Lupin, one of my father's best friends. Though in the moment he had looked at me in what could only be pain and sadness. He too thought my father a traitor, but I knew he wasn't. He couldn't be. I remember like it was yesterday when Harry Potter came up to me and shouted. Shouting about how I could show my face. How my father was a traitor. Shouting all these things he knew nothing about. How could he know. He was raised a muggle. He was raised by muggles. He was no better than a muggle. I remember the first time I punched Harry Potter. It was after he told me he was going to kill my traitor of a father. I remember how my hand hurt after that. I remember the tears streaming down my face as I defended my father once again. I had heard it plenty of times but this time I just couldn't take it. MY father was not a traitor. I remember when I finally saw him for the first time. I had never seen him before but when I saw that wolf I knew it was him. I knew that the wolf who had just dragged Ron Weasley under the womping willow was the man I had been searching for my entire life. The only one who could clear his own name. When we first came face to face I couldn't believe it he was there, he was actually there. I remember all the screaming. I remember watching Peter Pettigrew morphe from a rat. I remember seeing red. I remember. I remember. Then just as soon as I had met my father he was gone. Not forever this time. No. Just for now.
It was fifth year. I had been meeting with my father and learning from him. Learning how to use and control my wolf. Learning spells and loving every chance I got to be with him. I could feel it though. Like a dark cloud looming over us. Something bad was going to happen soon. My father was going to die. The influence the Dark Lord had over Slytherin House was great, but I could never betray Sirius like that. I befriended a few Gryffindor's. That was when it happened. When Dumbledore and Harry came into he Great Hall looking rather solemn. I sat at my table with my house and felt it. Even before either of them looked my way I knew. I knew he was gone. I felt my stomach clench and thought I might cry. Then I saw that damn smirk coming from none other than Draco Malfoy. I saw red. It wasn't him though. He wasn't there. He wasn't fighting along side my father. He wasn't supposed to be the chosen one. No. I remember standing up and calmly walking over to Potter. The look he gave me and the words he spoke. Sorry. He's sorry? No, this was his fault. He killed Sirius Black. I would never see my father again and it was Harry Potter's fault. This was the second time I hit Harry Potter. Except this time, I didn't stop with just one I went for two and three. I grabbed my wand and pointed it at him. I remember Dumbledore stopping the fight. I remember him ordering me to stand down and I did. I walked back to my house table and sat down. Nothing but hate on my face. The same sentence repeating over and over in my head. Harry Potter must die.
Here we were in sixth year. I knew there was no turning back. No pretending I was anything other than a Slytherin. I had dropped all ties with the Gryffindor house. No longer having any patience for them. Blaise Zabini and I had begun dating over the summer but, a few weeks after school had started we called it off. With the impending war, neither one of us needed the weakness that came with being connected to someone. I remember the first time I saw Draco Malfoy try to sneak out of the dormitories. I followed him. I watched him struggle as he tried to perfect his use of the vanishing cabinet. I knew why. Weeks went by when I decided to step out of the shadows. I sat cross legged on the floor and watched. Watched his anger, his desperation for this to work. I watched him torment himself. He didn't want to do this. No, but he had to. I knew he had the dark mark. I knew the Dark Lord had his family. I knew he had no choice, but I did. After he failed again and let out an angry scream I laughed. He hadn't noticed I was there but he did now. I saw it then. The surprise, the frustration with himself for not noticing me, and the scared little boy that hid deep within this gorgeous specimen of a man. I moved forward and he flinched. So, I turned and left. Not a word spoken. I remember the broken boy crumble in my hands weeks later. I remember how the tears soaked through my uniform. He did not deserve this. There had to be something I could do. Anything. The next day though it had been as though nothing happened. He wouldn't even look my way. That was fine. At least, that is what I told myself. I knew I had to do something. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I helped him. I sat with him every night he went to the Room of Requirements. I held him whenever he needed it. I protected him. I protected this innocent boy that so desperately wanted to be a man he just couldn't be. I remember the first time he kissed me. It sent electricity through my body. I couldn't help but crave more. Though I knew it could never happen again. And it never did. That is. Until tonight. I couldn't sleep. My mind kept going back to Draco. Wondering if he was alright. I needed to clear my head. I needed to think. I walked through the halls careful to avoid being caught when I was grabbed from behind. I saw him. Draco Malfoy. His eyes looking like a starved animal. I had been avoiding him after the kiss. No longer going with him. No longer being his shoulder. I knew I couldn't. He needed to be strong by himself. Tonight however, I couldn't see the broken boy. No, I saw a man with nothing but desperation in his eyes. I was shoved to the wall behind me with so much force it knocked the air out of my lungs and before I could say anything he stopped me. He stopped me by placing his lips on mine. His strong hands held onto mine as though if he let go I would disappear. His thigh pressed against me and I couldn't help but release a moan. I arched my back into him and then, just as quickly as it had started, it ended. He pulled away from me and I saw it. He didn't need me, he just needed someone. It could have been any girl in these halls and he would have attacked them the same. Only that it wasn't any girl. It was me. I turned and ran down the hall not looking back. Though I wasn't focusing on where I was going and ran into someone falling on my butt. Looking up I saw it was none other than Bellatrix Lestrange. I knew what was going on now. He was going to do it. Draco Malfoy was going to kill Dumbledore. A small smirk appeared on my face as I got up and moved out of their way pointing to the direction of the Headmasters office. A look of amusement came onto Bellatrix's face and they proceeded on. Deciding I needed some air I walked away and headed out to the court yard. It happened rather quickly. /I saw the flash of the killing curse and then down came Dumbledore. I apparated up to the top of the clock tower and for a moment was surprised. It wasn't Draco that killed the Headmaster. No, Snape killed Dumbledore. Draco stood a bit behind the man and when he saw me for a second, he seemed scared. Of what? I have no idea. I could feel myself being watched and looked around when I noticed Harry Potter. Oh, the poor child. Everyone he loves dies and it's all his fault. I stepped forward and looked at Bellatrix knowing she would want answers. Why was I here? Why did I not put up a fight to stop them? Only before I could answer she took my hand and we ended up right in front of the Dark Lord himself. He looked a bit amused at my presence.
"So, you're the one aiding my toy soldier?" He walked up to me wand in hand. I heard Bellatrix say that I helped them and again he looked amused. "Why would the daughter of Sirius Black help us? Is it some scheme those fools in the Order cooked up? Try to get into poor little Draco's head? Make him turn? Or perhaps she is in love with the boy?" To that they laughed. I looked around and saw the many faces of the death eaters. "Go ahead speak child. Tell us why it is that you are here?"
I stood up not allowing myself to look weak in front of these people. I would not back down to anyone not even Voldemort himself. "You see My Lord, we have common interests." I moved forward. "Harry Potter allowed my father to be killed. I know it was Bellatrix that gave the curse but if it were not for that ignorant foolish boy Sirius Black would still be alive." I smirked over at Draco. "You see you are not wrong. I have unfortunately grown feelings for the young Malfoy heir but, What I want most of all. Is revenge. Revenge on the school that continues to protect that damn half-blood. Revenge on the "Chosen One" himself. And to eliminate anyone that stands in my way. I am prepared to serve you My Lord. I am prepared to take on the mark and pledge my loyalty to only you. It is why I have yet to kill that damn bitch over there. Do not underestimate my Bellatrix Lestrange. I will kill you myself by the end of this war. First though, I wish to aid you in this war. My name is Mileena Black, only child of Sirius Black and an animagi." I stood there not daring to back down. Not daring to look at anyone but the Dark Lord himself. When he moved my eyes flicked to his hand, the one now out for me. I reached to it and he pulled me close. So close I thought for sure I was going to be killed right then and there but it never came. No, what came instead was a searing pain in my right forearm. The Dark Mark. He had accepted me.
Not sure whether this will be a full story or if this is it. I guess just let me know what you all think.