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Author's Notes 08/13/12:

Nothing really to say except: READ AND REVIEW please!

Author's Notes 08/26/12:

Chapter's finished (finally) and for all the naysayers that complained that the previous upload wasn't complete I have this to say: would you like a taste of what's to come as you read the complete chapter or just a complete chapter? When I post a new chapter I like to have a bit of buffer between what I post and the next. So I'll give readers a taste and see how they like how it's coming alone. I'm going to try to post a new chapter every week (or so) while also balancing my original fiction. Anyway, enjoy!

Author's Notes 07/15/13:

More of a slight addition to Harry's 'eugenics' thoughts and a little more on Rodolphus and Rastaban. Sorry for the long wait regarding new chapters. I have maybe half a scene written with some more ideas floating around. Patience…a new chapter will be released!

Author's Notes (8/8/13):

Changed Ted Tonks to a Muggleborn, sorry about that! I knew he was magical, I don't know why or how I let that slip…

o0Oo CHAPTER TWO oO0o

He awoke to darkness and tried to move. No such luck, he was tied to a chair in the middle of a dark room with drapes closed against what appeared to be moonlight. That meant he had no idea what time it was since it was night when Ron came back, day when he was at Gringotts, so this could be that night or any night afterward. Stunners usually ended with an enervate instead of just wearing off though so who knew how long he was out?

Obviously he didn't have a wand. His hands were tied behind his back and not only to each other but to the wide flat piece of wood making up a third of the backrest for the chair. His ankles were bound to the front legs of the chair and he belatedly realized he was missing his clothes.

All of them…he was completely starkers in the dark in a strange building. Not to mention the Voldemort lackey after him and the fact that as 'Undesirable Number One' there was an astronomically high bounty on his head. Once the thick silence finished pounding in his ears he picked up muted conversation in another room. On one wall was a door, if the light coming from under it was any indication, and if he concentrated he could barely make out words.

"…Can't believe you! Stripping!? Don't you have any shame? The noble house of…"

"…give me that load of shit! I need the money to get out of…"

"…both calm down? Who did you…he what?"

Three women in the next room, one of them the stripper from the window, another the crazy Riddle groupie from Gringotts, the third an unknown but possibly a voice of reason. If they had his clothes they had the money which left him precious little to bargain with…aside from his body. He didn't like that train of thought. Thoughts of Ginny sprang to mind and he calmed down a bit before images of Hermione started…ahem…interacting with the youngest Weasley. Then the bare-chested stupefy-ing witch joined in, reminding Harry he hadn't taken care of his 'male issues' from earlier that day. Hermione was willing, of course who wouldn't be, but it seemed to feed the evil aura of Slytherin's Locket so after their first encounters he'd paced the frequency of their activities so the dark whispering faded in between. Then again, Hermione always told him they needed to do it very often because of his potent magic and that if they didn't drain him his testicles would explode with compressed magical power – said she'd read it in a book although the validity of that explanation was somewhat questionable in his mind.

The door swung open with a kick and lamplight flooded the room. Harry squinted in the glare and willed his eyes to adjust to the blinding illumination. Three women, two with long black hair, one with blonde hair, filed into the room and stood in front of his prone form scowling. If his nudity was distracting they gave no sign. Presumably they'd all gotten an eyeful when they stripped him. He squinted without his glasses, able to see everything in a soft blur but no detail. He was in a dormitory-style common room with four comfortable-looking loungers in front of the bank of covered windows and a small dining table. His chair sat in the middle of the room about 2 feet away from the table in front of an inlaid fireplace on the wall beside the door although no fire was lit. So much for breaking free and using the floo…

The witch to his left was the stripper and still wore her provocative 'robes' – leading Harry to assume that not much time had passed from his ambush in the alley and the present. Her black hair was long and straight, spilling evenly on either side of her face and ending at the top of her breasts. She wore black leather boots with high heels and a black lace garter belt – further enforcing his earlier estimation that she was 'for hire' as the saying went but he hadn't noticed the garter belt the first time. Absently he felt 'little Harry' start to stir and diverted his eyes to the next of his captors.

In the middle, tapping her foot impatiently was the bitch from Gringotts. Black hair fell in half-ringlets in a cascade down her back, her bangs pulled back to join the rest of her hair and her now familiar ruby red lipstick a dead giveaway. She wore an olive green dress with a black corset. Glancing at her right arm he noted that it was uncovered and she did not bear the Dark Mark. She growled at his gaze. He moved on.

The third witch, the one to his right, was the shortest and youngest-looking of the three. She was the only one of the three with bangs while the rest was pulled into a loose trail down her back. She wore a shimmering silver-green dress that hugged her generous curves with a rather large heart-shaped cut-out to display her formidable cleavage. At his glance she bent forward an inch at the waist and pressed her breasts together with a wink.

'Little Harry' was very impressed.

"Stop ogling my sister and lower your 'wand', thief! We have a lot of questions for you to answer!" The middle woman drew her wand threateningly.

"If you're just going to hand me over to your 'Master', you bitch, can I at least put some clothes on?" Just to spite her he clenched the muscles in his groin causing 'little Harry' to bob vigorously in her direction. That earned him a sharp slap to the face.

"'Master'? What is he talking about?" The stripper on the left folded her arms under her breasts and fixed the middle witch with a stern glare. "Don't tell me you've joined that psychotic little band of murderers…have you?"

"Look at my arm, little sister; does it look like I have?" Ah, so the three were sisters…there was more than a passing similarity between the three blurry feminine shapes. Something worrying starting gnawing at Harry's gut, like he should know this, that this was all too familiar…

"That doesn't change the fact you're thinking about it! And this stranger knows? Were you blabbing your mouth off again in the middle of the alley?"

"Of course not! What do you take me for - a fool?" Psycho Sister pointed at him. "I was minding my own business when I found this thief stealing from the family vault!"

At this Slutty Sister (not to be confused with Stripper Sister) got into the argument. "And I suppose that you were just idly passing by the vault? You know you can't access the family vault!"

"You keep your nose out of this, Cissy, it doesn't concern you!" Psycho whirled on Slutty and a three-way argument started that Harry would just as soon ignore but it was getting cold and he needed to use the loo. The three were actually very much alike and the similarities had to be very striking if he could see them without his glasses. Stripper had a particularly strong resemblance to Psycho…

Oh no fucking bloody way! It suddenly occurred to him how seriously fucked he was and not in the pleasurable way. You've got to be fucking kidding me!

"Let me guess…you three are the Black Sisters, right?"

The fighting stopped at his question and all three nodded slowly.

Harry barked out a laugh Sirius would have been proud of and promptly fainted.

o0OoO0o

Bellatrix Black sat on one of the dingy recliners in the attic of Number 12 Grimmauld Place and stared at the naked wizard tied to a chair. It had been 15 minutes since he'd lost consciousness. Contrary to popular belief she took time to consider her options before acting…usually. When her Black blood was up, however, there was no stopping her temper – something her family could attest to – especially as her 17th birthday approached. Ending her 7th Year at Hogwarts meant her family was expecting her to perform her family duties and marry a respectable Pureblood boy and make more Blacks. She'd been planning on withdrawing the rest of her trust vault, trying her hand at breaking into the 'liquid assets' family vault, and make an escape to Paris or Rome until her mother's nagging over marriage contracts ended. Thankfully she was spending the summer with Uncle Orion and Aunt Walburga who could care less for her comings and goings so a trip to Diagon Alley when unnoticed. If everything had gone to plan her disappearance wouldn't have been noticed for two or three days – more than enough head start.

But then this thief appeared with a counterfeit ring. She knew Uncle Orion still had the ring since she'd seen it on his finger during breakfast that very morning. The Blacks were not such a weak family to allow goblins or the Ministry to punish those that tried to steal from them; they exacted retribution themselves with a great percentage of interest. That ended up in a whirlwind chase through Diagon and Knockturn Alleys before Andy's impromptu appearance.

The scandal! A scion of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black stripping down Draunkurn Alley!? Bellatrix didn't even want to think about the 'other' activities Andy could be selling on the side for an extra galleon or two…her younger sister needed a serious talking to once they solved the mystery of the stranger. How had she convinced anyone that it was okay for a 15 year old to strip and suck? She couldn't even remember when Cissy entered into the equation, probably when they smuggled him into the house, but the youngest Black's presence was an unwelcome one, particularly her mode of dress during the interrogation and her interest in the contents of the thief's pants when they stripped him. Her comments regarding the stranger's lack of foreskin and the size of his 'mushroom cap' and 'stalk' were exceedingly inappropriate considering his crimes.

Looking at the assemblage of items strew across the bed along with the stranger's clothes brought up even more questions. The clothes were old, travel-worn and of a Muggle style. The cloak was equally worn but of exceptional quality given the residual magic seeping off the cloth – evidence that it had seen more than one transfiguration. The money pouches, each fit to bursting with coin or jewel, were on the table in the other room. That left a golden snitch, a platinum and oak wand taken from the vault, a broken holly wand, and a pair of glasses – all of which brought her no closer to the boy's identity.

He was obviously a wizard and probably played Quidditch if his physique was any indication, Rodolphus loved to flaunt his Quidditch body for her presumed enjoyment, but showed many signs of past and present malnutrition. He was around her age, maybe a year older or younger, with a handsome face (not that she was looking mind you) marked only by a lightning-bolt scar on his forehead. Despite her sister's crass observations about the boy's equipment Bellatrix was not above a thorough visual investigation of the wizard's 'wand' nor thoughts about what manner of magic might be performed with said instrument. The only element that stopped a more thorough investigation was his startling resemblance to James Potter, one of her cousin Sirius' classmates at Hogwarts and a renowned blood-traitor.

"Has he woken up yet?" Andy walked up behind her older sister and handed her a steaming mug of tea. Andromeda Black had changed out of her work clothes and opted for a warm long sleeve blouse and chocolate brown skirt with green leggings. The winter chill was inconsequential in a magical house since the wards and walls regulated the temperature but the open window in the other room let in sporadic billows of freezing air. Her elder sister was sitting back in a leather chair facing the captured wizard with her arms and legs crossed, a stern look drawing her normally aristocratic good looks into a scowl. "You know staring at him isn't going to wake him up. You could use enervate if you really wanted him to answer your questions."

"No need," Narcissa drawled from a bed where she was reading the latest issue of Witch Weekly, "he's been awake for the past five minutes."

The boy's head rose sheepishly and he turned to the youngest Black's voice. "How'd you know?"

"Your breathing changed," was her uninterested response. Bellatrix shook her head and stood up.

"Let's start with easy questions and work our way up to complicated sentences so as not to test your little brain." While Bella spoke Andy sat beside Narcissa and handed her a mug of tea. Despite appearances both were very interested in the proceedings. "What is your name?"

"Harold, Bella-dear, do you think I could get my glasses back? I'd prefer to be able to see you if you're seriously going to interrogate me." His tone was flippant and teasing but he hadn't forgotten the eldest Black's murder of Sirius or her torture of Neville's parents. If he really was in the past – as ridiculous a notion as it was – she wasn't the same person but actions spoke of a person's soul. A soul didn't change that much. He didn't doubt that she was already in line to become one of Voldie's elite even if she had yet to take the mark.

"Ohh…right, so you can see me better and get a stiffy again? You can see me just fine without the glasses, 'Harold'. What? No family name? It doesn't surprise me that a thief wouldn't have a family – what'd they do disown you?" Harry saw the same glint of purple in her eyes as if created from her maliciousness and flared his magic like Dumbledore taught him the previous year. The non-verbal, wand-less cutting curse sliced neatly and noiselessly through his bonds. Ignoring the trio's incredulous stares he leaned forward and cut the ropes at his ankles before taking the two steps to the bed, retrieved his glasses, and sat back down in the chair.

"For your information my family name is Black," he was conveniently forgetting the 'Potter' before his last name but what they didn't know couldn't hurt his future, "and I bear the Family Ring of Black. I assume we're in the attic of Number 12? Kreacher!"

The Black house elf appeared between Bella and Harry looking just as confused as the eldest Black sister felt. "M-master called?"

"Do you recognize me as your master, Kreacher?" Harry crossed his arms with a smirk.

"Kreacher is confused…Master Black is in the library but Master Black is sitting here." The slightly-less-deranged elf looked to his mistresses for some kind of explanation. "You is Master Black?"

"I'm Master Harry, Kreacher, and I'd appreciate it if you could find me some underwear since your great mistress wants me naked for whatever evil things she has in mind for me and I'd rather deny her the pleasure."

"Is Master Harry in danger from Mistress Bella?" The confusion was slowly fading from Kreacher's features as the unique magic that bound the house elf to the Black family stretched to accommodate the time-tossed heir to the House of Black.

Harry smirked at the expressions on the sisters' faces. "Not at the moment but I'll let you know if I need a quick escape. Would you also mind bringing me a butterbeer and some sandwiches?" The elf popped away with a slow nod. "Any more stupid questions?"

"B-b-but that's impossible! Uncle Orion is Lord Black, you can't have his ring." Surprisingly enough Narcissa was the first to voice her concerns. "There can't be two heads of house – it has never happened in recorded history."

"Ha, history is right! I don't think anyone has ever dealt with a situation like this before so there isn't a precedent for any of this." A silver tray appeared in Harry's lap with a ham sandwich, a bottle of butterbeer, and a pair of silk boxers arranged neatly on its polished surface. He set the tray on the table and donned the boxers. "Thanks Kreacher, I owe you one," he said to thin air, "so, what's your next question?"

It had to be some kind of booby trap built into the locket, perhaps something even older than Voldemort's defilement of it into a Horcrux, perhaps even a defense mechanism created by Salazar Slytherin himself! Had a temporal charm existed at the time of the Founders? Time Tuners were a relatively new invention or so Hermione told him, but their breadth of scope was limited to hours or at most days. Could the temporal curse have actually tossed him seemingly over twenty years into the past? With the rest of the crazy shit that seemed to happen around him Harry didn't doubt that if Slytherin or Voldemort set any obscure traps he was going to trip every single one.

"What is your real name? And how did you become Family Head?" Bella brandished her crooked wand, grabbed his throat, and pressed the point at the top of his crotch. "Answer me or your other wand will join the others on the bed."

"My name is Harry Black and as difficult as this may be to accept I'm from the future. Perhaps not your future, I don't understand how this all works, but a future where I'm on the run and being hunted by Voldemort." Andromeda and Narcissa didn't seem to recognize the name so it didn't seem like the self-styled Dark Lord had publicly declared himself. Looking into Bellatrix's violet eyes he saw a burning hatred spring up and her mouth drew open in a manic smile.

"Ha! I told you! I told all of you my Master was going to win the war!" Bella began to cackle. Andromeda frowned, finally putting the pieces together, while Narcissa scoffed into her mug of tea. "You'd all best join the Dark Lord's forces now or you'll be so-rry!"

The last thing Harry wanted to do was allow Bellatrix (even a younger version of Bellatrix) to crow on about victory and inflate Tom Riddle's powers.

"Don't be too hasty in joining up just yet, ladies – despite Bella's enthusiasm her precious Dark Lord hasn't won the war even in my time period and it's been over twenty years since he declared himself. Not much of a Dark Lord, is he hmm?" The sandwich was marmite and cheese with the bread toasted over a fire. He and Hermione had enjoyed many such sandwiches since the start of their little 'hunt' and somehow the salty, vegetable tang of the dark brown paste conjured images of his lost bushy-haired brunette.

Bella nearly imploded in outrage as Andromeda and Narcissa began laughing, a state that escalated when the Psycho Black Sister stomped her foot and raised her wand at Harry. Harry to his credit merely smirked and twirled his right index finger at Bellatrix, the irate witch unaware as the platinum and oak wand levitated off the bed behind her and glowed white. He smiled around the browned crust of his meal.

"I'm sorry did I touch a nerve?" With a 'come hither' gesture a powerful stupefy hit Bella between the shoulder blades. Boneless, she slumped to her knees before her face fell into Harry's lap. The impact of the girl's heavy head straight into the boy's crotch clearly wasn't as pleasant as it seemed if the tears rolling down his cheeks were any indication. Narcissa sighed heavily and yanked her older sister off by her sable mane before cooing soothingly with her hands sliding inside the flared opening at the front of Harry's Pureblood green silk boxers.

"Aside from Bella's insanity, now that you're…well, here…what does this mean for uncle Orion? If you're Lord Black, is he still Lord Black? Can you emancipate wards of the House of Black? According to Bella you're capable of entering the Family Vault so where do your powers end?" Andromeda quickly cast an enervate on her overzealous younger sister and grabbed her youngest by the hair. "Down, Narcissa! You can play with his basilisk later…maybe after he's explained what exactly he's doing here."

Bella rose like a seething tidal wave, hair tussled, clothes mussed, and that maniacal gleam twinkled in the corner of her eye like a homicidal version of Dumbledore's trademark. Harry unconsciously crossed his legs.

Then it struck him. If he was in the past there was no end to the changes he could do! Why, he could save his parents' lives! Or, nip Voldemort's horcrux creation in the bud and cut down his powerbase! The shocking realization tingled up his spine until at the end he was sitting straight with an utterly flabbergasted look on his face. This was apparently the wrong kind of face to make if Bella's reaction was any indication: she slapped him out of the chair.

Before he hit the floor his wand was in his hand and the Psycho Black sister flew across the room to collide with a bookcase. Landing in a somersault that took him beside Narcissa Andromeda didn't even have time to utter a spell before the platinum-capped tip of Harry's ill-gotten Black wand tapped under her chin.

"Let's not be too hasty, Andy, or I might just do some unspeakable things to little Cissy here." Harry's hand caressed the girl's supple neck, trying not to smirk as she shuddered against his body – rubbing her cotton-covered behind against the bulge once again growing in his boxers. He briefly remembered meeting the future Missus Malfoy at the Quidditch World Cup and how her eyes lingered longer than necessary on his pubescent crotch. She was the fuel for many late-night wanking sessions between being angry that Ginny was dating Dean (and not him), and fantasizing about Hermione's firm ass once he'd pulled his head out of his own (ass as it was) and realized she was a woman. Supple, tight, delectable…all her appropriate adjectives to use for the nubile girl's body and pointed indications that the future would be very good indeed to Narcissa Black's physique. Unfortunately he'd never gotten a taste of Missus Malfoy in his own time – there simply weren't any opportunities considering they walked in different social circles – mores the pity because he was sure that would drive Draco to suicide.

And there was the conundrum with his current situation. Here in the past he was free to do virtually anything he wanted. He could kill Voldemort before he truly came to power and destroy the fiend's horcruxes now before Regulus stole the locket and Bellatrix hid Helga Hufflepuff's cup in Gringotts. Sure he could do that but then again he could whore his way around the Wizarding world for a few months, notch up some conquests among the teenage versions of the women/mothers he'd grown up around, and screw up everyone's plans. Sure Dumbledore and Voldemort both had plans (some of which actually ended up coming true) but since Harry knew their schemes he also knew exactly how to throw a spanner in the works…

The key points to both the Light and Dark Lord's plans were: Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black, Lily Potter nee Evans, Molly Weasley nee Prewitt, Severus Snape, and Peter Pettigrew. Bellatrix was needed as the Right Hand of Voldemort and torturer of the Longbottoms, Lily Potter was needed to housebreak James Potter and sacrifice herself for her newborn child, Molly was needed to grieve the deaths of her brothers and galvanize the forces of Light against Voldemort, Snape was needed to spill the prophecy, and Pettigrew to play the stooge of betrayal. Take any of those essential characters away and the future as he knew it was history. Harry giggled a bit at his pun and tweaked the captive Narcissa's nipples. She moaned and thrashed in his grip. He felt a hot wetness seep through the material of his boxers as she ground her panty-covered crotch against his thigh on her tiptoes.

The problem with the future, in his mind, was the utter and complete lack of sexual equality and education. Seriously, the kind of cloistered nonsense in the Wizarding World of the future is the type of Puritanism that breeds violent underground S&M dungeons and pedophilia. Not to be crass or anything but the long days spent in the Forest of Dean with Hermione after Ron left really hit home the fact that the Wizarding World had its head crammed up its Victorian-Era ass when it came to sex and relationships. After a furious three-day sex binge (which the locket apparently liked since it hadn't done anything to dampen the mood during the act) after the initial awkward night, Harry and Hermione compared notes on their respective genders.

For wizards the problem was similar to their Muggle counterparts: beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Sure there were many attractive witches at Hogwarts but comparing Purebloods to Muggleborn revealed that most of the pretty witches were Muggleborn. Unfortunately that also meant that if first generation wizards were hoping to make it big in the Wizarding World they had to marry into the ugly establishment as it were. Now that wasn't to say that the homely Purebloods were all bad people – some were quite nice and if they simply extended themselves beyond calling for house elves their weight and complexion wouldn't even be a factor – but for the most part their physical attributes belied their genetic and psychological disabilities. Unfortunately, magic could not stem the tide of genetic decay brought about by rampant and uncontrolled inbreeding. This accounted for the aloofness of Pureblood witches who believed that men should bow down to their disgusting bodies and minds. Muggleborns invariably believed that such behavior was normal and emulated it – the sum total of that phenomenon becoming the now standard frigidity of witches. Add to that the hopeless sexism of Wizards and it resulted in a general dampening of relations between the sexes. At Hogwarts it was compounded by hormones and the awkwardness of puberty. The prime example of this was Millicent Bullstrode – the hulking mass of sexless femininity from which any sane man fled in fear but who also had a list of suitors a mile long.

On the other side that same sexism hampered Muggleborn witches' desire for the opposite sex. The same rules applied regarding Pureblood society so that witches had to marry ugly (in body and mind) wizards in order to have any kind of stability or power. The prime example of this was (unsurprisingly) another of the Slytherin Purebloods: Vincent Crabbe. The man had the IQ of a turnip, the block-and-tackle of a juvenile pigmy eel, and the body odor of a weeks-dead dung beetle. Yet just like Bullstrode, Crabbe had a list of potential women clamoring for his hand simply because his family decided that fathers marrying daughters or grandfathers marrying great-grandchildren was all right for the past seven generations. The boy's blood was thinner than water and of such low quality that it may have been strawberry jam and been more effective but his name spoke in the 'right circles' so there were beautiful and desirable witches lining up to copulate with the diseased animal.

Hermione's opinion, revealed in the unexpected clarity after a particularly satisfying buggering in the home stretch of their three-day orgy, was that for the good of The Wizarding World Muggle gene science should be used to isolate potential magicals and bring them into the world earlier while simultaneously calling for the sterilization/euthanasia of those Purebloods no better than squibs. Needless to say Harry was appalled by his best friend's ruthless opinion but when she explained the inevitable decline of their world under the thrall of 'people' barely capable of holding their bowels in check let alone conjure an acceptable NEWT-level shield in a clear, concise, and logical manner he was forced to agree. She brought up the example of Charles II of Spain – a horrible example of the root end of the Hapsburg Dynasty's habit of intermarriage between relatives. King Charles was emotionally, physically, and mentally handicapped to the point of retardation which allowed ruthless members of the Spanish aristocracy to manipulate his rule for their own gain. Hermione made no bones about the situation being utterly analogous to Minister of Magic Pius Thickness.

Now for every argument there are always two sides and in this case the exceptions helped enforce the rule rather than subvert it: Harry's rebuttal consisted entirely of Daphne Greengrass and Draco Malfoy. Daphne was a true Pureblood much like Millicent but seemed perfect physically - mentally Harry couldn't guess since he'd never spoken to her personally – and consistently tested at the top of their class. Draco, on the other hand, was perfect physically but clearly got the shallow end of the gene pool in smarts. After that argument he vowed never to disagree with Hermione ever again.

The blame for the current deficiency was totally Voldemort's and his Pureblood agenda poisoning the next generation. Now that Harry was here in the past, really right at the beginning of the Dark Wanker's rise to power, he had the ability to enact fantastic changes. And it did seem like he was in it for the long run – to his knowledge there weren't any Time Tuners that took one into the future, only the past, so he might just be stuck. He figured…he was really just guessing.

He might have the ability to use the destruction and victory over Voldemort to drag the Wizarding World into the 20th Century. Even if he had to do it kicking and screaming. Perhaps playing up Magical superiority might jump-start true equality between witches and wizards, goading the establishment to do 'what the Muggles have been trying and failing to do for so many years' might just galvanize them into building a world 'Mione would be happy with when her time rolled around…

If he was going to change the future (and he was) the changes would start here with the Black Sisters. Bellatrix was one of those precious pieces of immutable worth. She was just about to graduate Hogwarts after the coming year and probably marry Rodolphus Lestrange before taking the Dark Mark. He had the ability to change that decision, to change her for the better, and by Merlin he was going to try his hardest! The only nagging question was how to do it…

She was attracted to power. Voldemort was very powerful and he espoused a philosophy that confirmed her own misguided sense of worth. As she hadn't taken the Mark yet all Harry needed to do was subvert her thinking and bring it in-line with his own. She was fanatically loyal so once he had her allegiance he had her in total but how to do it?

"I'm not here to hurt any of you girls but if you continue your assault on my person things might get messy. I'm going to let Narcissa go now…I trust you aren't going to do anything drastic, Andromeda?" He lowered his wand and released the youngest girl's neck but she refused to move away from him, in fact her hands grew even more bold, grasping his testicles and giving his shaft quick strokes through the fly of his boxers.

"I want to know who you are, how you're Lord Black, and what the hell you're talking about being a time traveler," Andy lowered her wand and dragged Cissy away from the half-naked wizard, "no more beating around the bush…I want…I demand answers!"

And now here it was: the moment of truth. Did he dare to break the future? He could play the whole deal safe and let history run its course (with minor alterations of course) or fracture the time stream itself no matter the consequences. No, no, it wouldn't do to let Little Harry run this particular show – the decision was way too important for base lust to interfere. He opened his mouth, not knowing what was going to spill out…

"I am Lord Slytherin, magical heir to Salazar Slytherin and Lord of the Chamber of Secrets." Not a total lie since he was a parselmouth and commanded the wards of the Hogwarts' Founder's private quarters. "I was tricked by the wicked Tom Riddle – 'Lord' Voldemort – and thrown backwards in time. The prick had to resort to traps in order to get rid of me; after all I was his biggest opponent in the future." Again, not a total lie…

Apparently that was the last thing Andromeda was expecting since she fainted dead away. Narcissa, however, seemed to grow even bolder once the name 'Slytherin' passed his lips.

Bellatrix was still unconscious on the other side of the room.

Thankfully Andromeda's trip to slumber land didn't last as long as Bella's and she sprung into Harry's face before he had the chance to plan his next words.

"So you're a rival Dark Lord from the future, Bella's not-so-secret 'Dark Lord' is named Voldemort, and Dumbledore hasn't managed to defeat either of you. Are you both that strong? How many followers do you have? What kind of philosophy do you espouse? How did you come back to this time? What time are you from? Apparently you know us…but from where? How old are we? How old are you?" At that she took a moment to draw in a long breath. "And the most important question of all: how did you become Lord Black?"

Harry stepped backwards until his knees hit a chair and he fell with Narcissa. Andy was back in his face before he could sit up.

"Uh…" Clearly he hadn't thought the plan through. "What's the most important question to you? I'll only answer one right now." Good, maybe given enough time he'd come up the answers to all those questions.

Andy stared up at the ceiling tapping her right index finger against her pouty red lips.

"I'll stick with my gut on this one, especially since I already told you and you just seem to want to forget I ever said anything, and go with how you became the Black of Black?"

"First off I'm not a Dark Lord, not like you seem to understand the term at least; I'm more what Dumbledore would call a 'Gray Lord'." It was amazing what new levels of shit could come out of his open mouth! Bullshit was just spewing from his pie-hole and Andromeda seemed to be eating it up like ice cream. Truthfully he knew that Dumbledore's greatest fear was his 'tool' Harry going dark so it wasn't that much of a stretch to paint himself as a gray faction – it was true to a certain extent since he didn't believe in stunning Death Eaters nor did he believe in outright killing. "I'm Slytherin's heir so I play the angles – so to speak – and that just so happened to put me in line for Black of Black when the previous head lost his," here he raised a hand to stop any interruptions, "and before you ask I won't tell you who the head was at the time. I'm fucking around with time enough as it is…"

God it felt good to swear! Between keeping his mouth shut in front of his teachers then Hermione's taboo (that extended even into the bedroom, although she allowed the terms 'pussy' and 'cock' since they had connotations outside sex) he was ready to explode in expletives. Encouraged by his verbal freedom he decided to answer a few more of the middle Black sister's questions.

"So the next thing is that I'm a half-blood, not a Pureblood, but Slytherin didn't actually care about blood purity as much as the history books say. I read a few of his journals in the Chamber of Secrets and what he proposed was to simply enforce a division between Magical and Muggle. Taking Muggleborns away from their parents and placing them in Magical families once their powers manifested was what he actually had in mind. He didn't care for the whole blood purity thing at all since Helga Hufflepuff was a Muggleborn and Rowena Ravenclaw a Mudblood if you choose to use such an insulting slur."

Narcissa and Andromeda were now sitting cross-legged on the opposite end of the bed from Harry. As Slytherins they sought out knowledge just as voraciously as Ravenclaws but they compiled knowledge to be used instead of simply stockpiled. This was proving very illuminating to the pair since they were learning more about their idol Salazar Slytherin then they'd ever dreamed! And all just by asking him how he became Lord Black!

"So you inherited the Lordship through legal means not blood?" Narcissa asked that particular question not out of vindictiveness but rather to understand his claim. "Could it be taken away by the current head?"

"I do have Black blood in me, at least that's what the goblins tell me, and that gives me the right to inherit by blood. Never would've happened otherwise. As for your Uncle, well, this isn't exactly a normal situation so I don't know." He spun his wand at Bellatrix and the unconscious girl floated onto the bed beside them. "Either of you want to wake her up? It'll be easier if I only have to explain things once."

One quick enervate from Andy and Bella was back in the game.

"Where is that little-"

"Ah, ah, ah…Bella," he felt a vindictive thrill crawl up his spine at lording it over the formerly insane Black sister, "I just wanted to explain some things to you all before we blew each other up. I figure you want to be awake when I explain things, right?"

"Just get on with it so I can kill you faster." The affront to her lord would not stand! She'd see the upstart boil alive in his own fat.

"While I won't tell you anything specific about the future – can't really – I will tell you about the Voldemort Wars and some general things I hope will make things difficult for old snake-face and Bumbledore. You guys wanna hear them?"

"So my Lord was powerful enough to survive one war and wage another?"

"What kinds of information are we talking about?"

"What happens to the House of Black in the future?"

Harry scooted back on the bed away from the trio as they peppered him with questions he wasn't willing or able to answer. He'd give them a brief overview – minus anything about specific dates or people – and hope they would make different decisions. And hey if he could spin the story right, in other words pull a Dumbledore, maybe he could get some back-up from Andy and Narcissa. Hell it was worth a try…

"First things first and that is that Voldie lost the first war pretty badly I must add. He was destroyed in a foolish mistake because he was a moron-"

"HOW DARE YOU!"

"-shush, Bella-dear, and let me tell the story. He was a moron and forgot certain safeguards that resulted in his 'death'. Now since there was a Second Voldemort War he returned but only as a magic-powered snake man born from the dark arts. Trust me, Bella, he wasn't even human in mind let alone body, definitely not someone you wanted to follow but then again you were pants-crappingly insane-"

"I WAS WHAT!? HOW DARE YOU MAKE-"

"Would you shut up and stop yelling Bella!? Do you want the whole house to know we have a half-naked half-blood locked in our suite? Just calm the fuck down!" With that outburst, Harry saw the powerful witch Andromeda would grow into – the witch who defied the House of Black and married a Muggleborn. Even with Bellatrix's strength and skills Harry had no doubt Andromeda could give her older sister a run for her money. At that he thought of Narcissa, currently twisting a lock of blonde hair coquettishly as she stared at him with undisguised lust. Maybe the future missus Malfoy would be up for a roll in the hay. Ha, then when he got back he could tell Draco that he'd legitimately fucked his mother!

"Okay I'll give you a little hint about your future, Bella, if only because you seem like a stubborn person who's going to do what she wants regardless of any advice I give." Sounds a lot like me, he ruefully observed with a grimace, but now that I'm here for however long I won't make the same mistakes. "You joined Riddle's Riot of Ridiculous Retards straight out of Hogwarts with your husband whether due to coercion or because you really buy the Pureblood myth I'm not sure. When he lost the first war you were thrown in Azkaban for fifteen years along with your hubby. Tommy boy only broke you out because his other Inner Circle members were either stupid or dead. And when you came out you were a few chasers short of a team."

Bella went silent halfway through his story and he watched her as he spoke. What started as a petulant scowl quickly turned into incredulous horror then disgusted regret. Maybe there was hope for this Bellatrix after all.

"So you mean I spent the best years of my life screaming and shitting myself in Azkaban until my lord needed a weapon? Then I was insane and continued following him?"

"That's pretty much the basics of it, yeah. Listen, I hated you in the future more than maybe even Riddle himself, but I don't really know what happened to you after Hogwarts. Cissy wasn't going to talk to a half-blood like me, especially one opposed to Riddle, and Andy had lost whatever pull she'd had long before I was born, but I'd start checking yourself for potions or hexes. Professor Slughorn said you were a very smart student as did Dumbledore so you must of gone batty after leaving Hogwarts. Either that or your pissant husband dosed you with something..."

Now that was more info then the boy probably meant to give, Andy decided while Bella was lost in thought. He'd revealed Bella's fate, implied that Cissy was a slave to this Dark Lord probably against her will, and all but stated she was either disowned or dead. None of those facts were ones she liked or wanted. Something had to be done.

"How old are you, Lord Slytherin?"

"Just call me Harry, okay? I don't go in for all that 'Lord' crap. I'm just Harry." He summoned the tray from earlier and tore apart half the sandwich, finishing off with a generous swig of butterbeer. "And I'm seventeen."

Narcissa wrinkled her nose at his lack of table manners, certainly not manners befitting a Lord, but allowed a bit of leeway since he was sitting in boxers on a hard wood chair. "That doesn't seem to be old enough for a lord. You just got your lordship what? Three days ago?"

"About four months ago actually, Cissy, if you must know." He swallowed the rest of the sandwich and polished off the bottle. "And I'm sure you realize that becoming Lord of an Ancient and Noble House like House Black brings with it immediate emancipation? I became Black of Black when I was fifteen. Kreacher?"

Abruptly the elf popped into existence. He took the empty tray. "Would Master like something else?"

"I'd love a bowl of thick soup and a boule of hard bread with a block of hard cheese."

"I shall bring it immediately Master," the elf bowed low, "what soup would you request?"

"Mawmenny, Kreacher, four bowls of it with two boules of honey wheat and Cheshire. And two bottles of wine if you please." Bellatrix answered for the group but never looked at Kreacher only ever staring at Harry. He felt her hatred pulsing with magic against him but saw the cogs turning in her head. Unlike her future counterpart she was actually thinking. "Put it out on the table when it's ready and use capon, elf, not hen."

Harry didn't know what any of that meant other than Cheshire being a type of cheese but reasoned that Bella wouldn't try to poison her sisters as well as herself. At his nod the old elf left.

"If you're going to tell me I'm going to be insane for nearly twenty years and that two of my sisters are going to be dead or slaves then you've got a lot of explaining to do and I think we're all hungry. Andy, Cissy, why don't you clear off the table?"

The two younger Black sisters glanced between Harry and their elder sibling questioningly but turned their back to clear off the table. Harry crossed his legs the other way and ran a hand through his messy black locks – a nervous habit that drove Hermione insane during the Hunt. What he wouldn't do to have her here now helping him with this pile of shit he'd fallen face first into…what the fuck did he know about time travel? Then the humor of his arrival in the past caught up with him and he started laughing.

Bella watched the boy – although that didn't make much sense since he was the same age as herself – slowly crack up with the faint stirrings of fear in her belly.

She was the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts (barring her younger siblings) and one of the most sought after Pureblood heiresses in the country. Uncle Orion had already deflected proposals from the Malfoys, Notts, Lestranges, Goyles, Crabbes, and Macnairs; frankly she didn't see anything good in any of those names. They were pompous windbags or posturing fops or dangerous bullies looking to cash in on the Black name. If what this traveler said was true she wouldn't even be able to enjoy her youth before everything was sucked out of her by Dementors. She wouldn't allow that to happen!

How much was her loyalty to Lord Voldemort worth to her? Sure she believed in blood purity…because it was purity of blood that brought power! Or so she had believed until this jumped-up mudblood arrived and handed her ass to her on a silver platter. The only other person to defeat her in combat was her Lord…

Who now was said to be a mudblood himself! She would fact-check 'Tom Riddle' and get to the bottom of the time traveler's mystery. Two half-breeds bested her by several leagues, her, the pinnacle of Pureblood beauty and power! Somewhere deep inside her potion-enspelled mind a glimmer of reasoning surfaced and begged the question: how could impure blood breed such power?

The question was disturbing. As was the revelation that she had married immediately following her final year. Who had she married? And why was this stranger so sure she was being coerced into marrying him?

"Before we sit down and break bread, Harry, I just want to know one thing: I need to know who I married out of Hogwarts. It's very important."

Staring into her iridescent purple eyes he realized she meant every word. She didn't want to know so she could use the knowledge or personal gain; she needed to know so she could prevent her fate. Something shifted in his chest at that revelation. This wasn't Bellatrix Lestrange, not anymore and not ever if he had his way, this was Bella Black and he now believed that she was as much a victim of Voldemort as he was…perhaps more so if one added in Azkaban…

"You…you were married right out of Hogwarts and joined Voldemort because you believed in the Pureblood cause. You married Rodolphus Lestrange before graduation and you lived with him as well as Rastaban until all three of you were thrown in Azkaban."

Rodolphus! Rodolphus and his twerp of a brother? Rastaban who sucked Malfoy off third year? Those two buggering homosexual sadists wouldn't be proper marriage material for a deranged nymphomaniac squib with dragon rot and weeping bubotuber puss leaking from his/her anus!

"…Thank you, Harry. W-why don't you go and help Andy and Cissy – I have to get something from my room."

Harry patted her on the shoulder as she passed him on her way into her bedroom and shut the door. The trio never heard Bellatrix Black's screams of anguish or cries of helplessness.