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Black Manor, July 1976

"I'm leaving Teensy in charge," Orion Black said, pulling away from Narcissa and holding her at arms length. "You be a good girl now."

"Daddy," Narcissa giggled, rolling her eyes.

"Oh what am I talking about?" Orion smacked his forehead softly. "It's not my little Cissa I should be worried about." He looked past her shoulder to Bellatrix. "Bella, you be good."

"Fa-ther," Bellatrix said, stretching the word out to sound exasperated even though her smile deceived her.

"Oh get over here and give your old dad a hug." Orion sidestepped Narcissa and held his hands out for Bella. She reluctantly walked forward and draped her arms around his shoulders. "I love you darling."

"I know Daddy." Bellatrix smiled at her father as she stepped back, her long black hair swishing across her back. "When will Mother be home?"

"She should be back next Thursday," Orion said, quirking an eyebrow. "Why?"

"We miss her Daddy," Narcissa said, a pout on her soft pink lips. "She's been gone much too long."

"Well she'll be back from her trip next Thursday," Orion told the girls as he turned to leave. "And I'll be back that following Saturday. And remember Bella, no parties. And that goes double for you Cissa."

Narcissa scrunched her nose and stuck her tongue out at him before smiling. "Be careful. And have a good time."

"Not that good of time," Bellatrix joked as she ushered her father to the door, her index finger pointed at his chest. "Stay away from those vampire bordellos you like so much."

"Bella," Orion said, his voice warning.

"Kidding Father," she laughed and threw a look at Narcissa over her shoulder. "You can leave the debauchery up to us."

Orion gave her a stern look, but decided not to press the issue. He gave one final empathetic glance at Teensy and then at his daughters before stepping outside. After a brisk walk to the edge of the hill he took a final look at the house and his daughters, who were standing outside waving with mischievous grins on their faces, shook his head, and apparated off the grounds.
Two hands slapped together.

The Potter's, 2:00 pm

Sirius Black paced back and forth, his black hair occasionally falling into his eyes and his teeth chewing softly on the inside of his cheek. He clasped his hands behind his back and sighed, his eyes narrowing into tiny slits as he thought about what to do.

"I can't believe you did this," James Potter complained from his bed a few feet away from where Sirius was pacing.

"Yeah," Remus Lupin grumbled as he looked up from his book long enough to glare at Sirius.

"You just had to do it now," Peter mumbled from his spot on the floor next to Remus. "Just had to go get yourself thrown out of the house."

"Hey," Sirius spat, turning on his heel to stare at his three best friends. "It's not my fault Regulus decided to walk into my room at just that moment."

"Sirius, you were…" Peter blew out a deep breath. "You were practicing a masturbation spell."

"What!" Sirius yelled, throwing his arms into the air. "It's not like I was killing someone. I was just trying to find out how to relieve some of that tension Sandy Barthslew refused to."

"At least you weren't fucking a muggle," James said helpfully from the bed as he pulled out his broomstick. "Did you tell your mum that?"

"Yes," Sirius grumbled. "But it just reminded her of having to blast Andromeda off the Tree last year and got her even more pissed off than before."

"So because you couldn't keep your hands out of your own pants, we now aren't able to attend the biggest party of the century," Remus said. "Nice work shithead."

Sirius glared at him and mumbled under his breath, "Probably full of Deatheaters anyway."

"Well, I need to get going," Peter sing-songed as he climbed to his feet.

"Where the hell are you going?" Sirius asked the pudgy boy.

"I have a party to get ready for," Peter grinned as the other three boys' jaws dropped. "Tata."

James recovered from the shock first. He promptly closed his mouth and readjusted the slant of his eyebrows before saying as scathingly as possible, "Well won't he be the bell of the ball."

Black Manor, 5:45 pm

Juliet Montague shook her head and scrunched her nose in disgust as Narcissa emerged from her dressing room. She stared down the green dress Narcissa was wearing as if it had rabies before telling her to strip right then and there or she'd be forced to take drastic measures.

"Oh shove it." Narcissa glared at her best friend and sighed. "Nothing looks good."

"You've lost a bit too much weight," Juliet told her as she walked over to the dressing room and pulled out one of her own dresses and handed it to Narcissa. "How much do you do anyway?"

"Only a little," Narcissa huffed as the silky green material slid to her ankles. "I swear, I just do it socially."

"Yes, but I don't think sitting in your room by yourself with a giant pile of coke in front of you is 'just doing it socially'." Juliet sat back down as Narcissa pulled the silvery blue dress over her head. She watched as the silk fell lightly over Narcissa's chest and just to the middle of her thigh. "Much better."

"But what will you wear?" Narcissa asked, checking out the dress in the mirror. She smiled at the way the V in the back plunged down to her lower back and how the strap draped just perfectly over her right shoulder. "Should it be longer?"

"I'll just wear my nighty," Juliet shrugged. "And maybe just a little longer… Maybe we should cut it at an angle?"

"Good idea," Narcissa nodded as Juliet tailored the dress. "And don't wear your nighty. My costume will fit you. Wear it."

Juliet quirked an eyebrow as she picked up the piece of cloth at her feet and held it out in front of her. "Narcissa, I don't think Dorian will appreciate me going as Jane from Tarzan."

"It's not Jane from Tarzan," Narcissa grabbed the dress from Juliet and held it right side out to her. "Look, it's Tinkerbell."

"I think the real Tinkerbell wore more than this piece of cloth," Juliet dropped it, disgusted. "I'll just wear my nighty and go as a lingerie model."

"Eh," Narcissa shrugged. "Good idea. But watch out, every horny man on the grounds may attack you. I don't think Dorian would like that either."

Juliet giggled. "Oh and what about you miss Queen of Mount Olympus? I doubt any horny man on the grounds will leave you alone either."

"You think?" Narcissa asked, grinning into the mirror she was admiring herself in.

"Oh yes," Juliet quirked an eyebrow and came to stand next to Narcissa. She picked up Narcissa's brush and lifted a piece of Narcissa's silky blond hair to brush. "But I think there may be only one man on the grounds tonight you want a little horny for you."

Narcissa smirked at her friend's reflection. "Maybe."