Lucky you! No really, I was woken up at 4:30 by a crying child (those of you who read A Life Twice Lived and read the authors note know why that is a thing) so I punched this out. I'm sure the pacing is terrible and the grammar needs work but considering I got this done in...oh about an hour? Going with an hour here, I'm not too concerned. Regardless the response from the first chapter was amazing so I decided this would get some love from me, especially since I like where this Narcissa and Harri(et) are going.

They complement each other fairly well, and yes, she'll figure out who the dog is soon enough, Cissa is not an idiot and Sirius is not nearly as subtle as he'd like to think he is.

Anywho, ENJOY!

Narcissa sipped the now lukewarm tea held in her hand as the teenage witch across from her absorbed all she had told her about her station and place in the world. To say that Harriet Potter was surprised would likely be along the lines of saying that the Atlantic ocean was a body of water.

Accurate, but it really didn't convey the enormity of the situation.

Staring at her own untouched tea, seated at one of the classiest cafe's in all of magical London, said young lady was scowling in concentration, obviously stewing on the older witch's revelations. Eventually she tapped the side of her cup and muttered the blood boiling curse bringing it back to proper temperature, the wandless Dark Art surprising, impressing, and amusing the Black scion.

Most certainly like Auntie Dorea.

Sipping her tea Harriet placed the cup back on her saucer before letting out a tired sigh.

"So... The Potter family is one of the thirteen founding families who established the Wizards Council, which eventually evolved into the Wizangamot."

"Correct," Narcissa replied with a nod.

"We're technically nobility but we don't do the whole duke, marquess, earl, baron thing, right?"

The blonde witch smiled as she nodded again, "Correct, there is not really a ranking system to our nobility, there is only the head of house distinction."

Harriet glanced out the window to watch her dog chasing squirrels across the street in the park before turning back to Narcissa, "And since I'm the only Potter left, I'm also the head of my house regardless of anything else. So instead of being Lady Harriet, I'm Lady Potter."

"Correct again."

Harriet remained quiet for a time before she let out an annoyed snort, "So why am I only hearing about this now? Why the hell didn't anyone tell me I'm freaking nobility?! I mean do I have social responsibility, do I have land with tenants I was supposed to be maintaining, have I accidentally been alienating ancient allies without knowing it? I mean...Morgana..."

Narcissa reached across the table and took the distraught teens clenched fists into her hands while giving them a gentle squeeze, her smile hopefully conveying the peace she wished her companion to feel.

"Why no one told you, I do not know. Honestly it is such common knowledge those surrounding you likely thought you already knew, and simply did not care, your father certainly did not at your age. As for your social standing, your debut is not until the Ministries Summer ball in two months time, just before you ship off back to Hogwarts. As for the tenants thing I do not know, we'll have to go to Gringott's to get that sorted out. Alienating ancient allies..."

Narcissa worried her lip here a moment before letting out a sigh, "The Blacks and Longbottoms were the Dark and Light families that the Potters use to be the balance point between. They were for centuries your family's stanchest allies, now..."

Harriet snorted in a very unlady like manner while finishing her tea and shaking her head in disdain.

"Now the Lord and Lady Longbottom are brain dead, Nev's got his overbearing grandmother doing her best to smother him, and the Blacks are all but dead while the fucking ministry is attempting to murder their Lord. Wonderful."

"Language, young lady..." She paused, scowled, then met the young witch's gaze evenly, "What do you mean murder the house of Blacks Lord?"

The ravenette smirked ruefully as she leaned back into her chair glancing back out to the park, "If you're curious, look up the trial of Sirius Black, you might find it interesting."

Sirius...

"Why would I find it interesting Lady Potter?"

She grinned in turn, "If we're going to be friends, please call me Harri, everyone I care about does. As for the trial, its nonexistence should set off a few alarm bells I think."

"Cissa, call me Cissa..." She murmured back as she processed what Harriet had said to her.

Sirius, he hadn't been given a trial?

She hadn't realized she had spoken that aloud until Harri responded to her, "He wasn't even charged. No charges, no trial, no conviction, just sent to Azkaban and forgotten. Funny enough, it was the same day your husband 'donated' enough money to the ministry to add an entire wing to Saint Mungo's. Convenient."

Narcissa wasn't sure what to say to that as she fiddled with her now empty teacup, deciding not to dwell on it she changed the subject quickly, "Those things you said to my son, about what my husband did. Were they true?"

Shifting her oversized clothes about a bit Harri pushed her hideous glasses up her nose while letting out an amused snort, "Well yeah. After I destroyed the Horcrux Lucius planted on Ginny Weasley, incidentally also killing the basilisk it had unleashed on the school, I stuck one of my socks between its pages and tricked your husband into handing it off to Dobby. He wasn't amused that I lost him his elf so he tried to kill me but Dobby laid him out on his arse for the effort."

Narcissa couldn't breath.

Her eyes were rapidly blinking, her heart was clenching, and her mind was reeling.

"Did...did you just say my husband planted a Horcrux on a little girl...and released a basilisk in a school our son was attending and then tried to murder you?"

"As Ron would say, yarp."

"How...how do you even know what a horcrux is?"

Harri raised a brow at that before shrugging, "A recent friend told me what Voldemort's diary was after I described the events to him, apparently horcruxes were dinner table discussion topics in his family."

Narcissa suddenly needed something far stronger than tea.

"You destroyed it, the Dark Lord's horcrux and you...you killed a basilisk that was threatening the school?"

Harri smirked, pulled up her sleeve, and revealed the large still red scar on her forearm, "Bitch left her mark. What I get for killing the damn thing with a sword, not like I had a choice but yeah. Dead, thank Circe that phoenix likes me or I'd be well and truly dead as well at this point."

Narcissa stared at the girl a few moments then stood, dropping coins on the table she grabbed Harri and walked towards the door, the startled girl letting out a yelp as they exited the cafe.

"What the hell Cissa!?"

"It appears I owe you more then I realized...and Lucius is more deserving of sleeping on the couch then I suspected. Call your dog, I'm taking you shopping."

"Shopping?" She said this with a hint of horror as the large black dog cantered across the street and sat down before them.

"Shopping," Narcissa stated flatly as she grabbed the girl and dog apprating them to her favorite shopping district.

Their first stop saw Harriet losing her glasses permanently, the specialized apothecary had near force fed her a potion that removed her nearsightedness which had her reeling. Apparently everyone thought her rags and glasses were a fashion statement and had never bothered telling her about the easily acquired potion.

Magicals, Harriet reflected not for the first time, were idiots.

The next stop was a healer who, upon taking a look at Harriet's scar on her forehead forced her onto an operating table after very little instruction on her part, mostly consisting of "What the fuck are you doing!?" The woman hit her with a numbing charm, cut the scar off her forehead which was just disconcerting, threw the flap of flesh into an oven that soon emitted an unholy scream, and then hit her with a stitching charm.

She was released a few moments later and the now flabbergasted teen was dragged further along by her guide, her dog following behind looking oddly concerned.

"What the hell was that?!" She finally managed to get out, Narcissa just glanced at her and shrugged.

"You're recognized by your glasses and scar, are you saying you wanted to keep them?"

"Why the hell did it scream?"

Narcissa didn't respond immediately but eventually she muttered, "I have no idea...but really...do you want to know yourself?"

Harriet stared at her a few moments before asking, "Where are you dragging me to next?"

"A lady needs dresses, and shoes, we must get you some proper shoes."

Harriet let out a light whimper as she glanced towards Sirius, his doggy gaze conveying his sympathy as she was dragged into magical London's premier tailor shop.

Padfoot let out a huff as he rested in the shadows of the store, feeling terrible for his goddaughter, and wishing more than he'd like to admit for a beer.

It was going to be a very long day for Lord Black and Lady Potter, because when Cissa went shopping, she went shopping.