Hello Readers!

Long time no Updatey Huh? Well I am here again, with new muse for the story, I had this vision whilst I was making Graphics and there was this picture, with flippy hair and… yeah. MUSE! So coolio. Plus I got my feel for Narcissa back. I've not quite been feeling myself lately and lost muse in lots of things, HP RPG and many other things, my drawing and a few in my graphics. But I've been getting better at that.. so anyway. Next Chapter is up! Enjoy, for those who are actually BOTHERED to Review, Please do! Now… let's get this Golden Wagon Rollin'.

Theme Song- We Used to be Friends- The Dandy Warhols

Narcissa sat at the breakfast table, her blond hair tied back; she was eating her toast quietly. Having not slept that night, all night Bella had been up, complaining bout her hair, Narcissa's mother had figured that it was Narcissa's idea to do such a thing to Bellatrix as she had handed the older Black sister the drink that contained the potion and had made her stay up with Bella and her mother, trying to reverse the spell that had made Bellatrix's hair all different colors of the rainbow, without her recognition. However, it did grab the attention of all the adults at the table. Who immediately jumped up to help. Sighing as Narcissa finished recounting the night she looked up the stairs, she heard feet patting on the planks of wood. Bellatrix.

Narcissa looked in horror as her sister glared at her. Advancing on her slightly, her white teeth bared, Blue, soulless eyes glaring though Narcissa, making her feel uncomfortable. Playing with the band in her hair she took it out, trying not to be scared, Bellatrix could smell fear. Breathing a single word, Bellatrix prowled closer to Narcissa, whose blond hair was now down around her.

"Revenge" Was all that escaped Bellatrix's lips. The word pounding through Narcissa's head like a freight train rattling through a dark tunnel. Narcissa was going to pay dearly for what she did and she knew it.

SLAP.

The first hit was from Bellatrix, who sent Narcissa doubling us, silvery hair flying around her face as she crumpled from her sister's hand. Her face was sore, terribly sore. Looking up at Bellatrix, tears in her icy eyes Narcissa glared. She wasn't going to hit back, she may have been pretty, but not stupid. Her sister was older, tougher, stronger and Narcissa couldn't fight her, even if she wanted to.

SLAP, SLAP.

Bella administered two more firm slaps to Narcissa's face and arm, each doing to her what it had done the first time she was slapped. She cowered, a cut across her face from her sister's ring across her pale skin. The emerald did the damage, grazing skin from the younger girl's delicate face.

Cowering Narcissa ran up the stairs, she was dazed, confused, disoriented. Running into Sirius' room she woke him, Shoving him three times to make him wake. Finally he woke and looked up at the girl.

"Morning to you too Cissa…" He trailed off, his eyes yet to adjust to being awake, finally the morning glare more off and he looked at his cousin's face, the line from her cheek to her temple, she was bleeding on his sheets. "Shiiit…" He said pulling Narcissa down to sit next to him. "What happened?" He asked, grey eyes alight with fury as to who would do this to Narcissa, his friend, Cousin, Annoyance. He didn't need an answer. But he craved to hear it spoken from the girl's lips. To be assured.

"Bella." She said quietly, ashamed that she allowed her own sister to man handle her as such. Sirius nodded, fury growing in his grey eyes, for once not sparkling with mischief, but with malice.

"We'll get her one day Ciss, One Day." She said and stroked her hair, before suddenly holding her at arms length. "We need to get you something for that face." He said and pulled her up.

Narcissa allowed herself to be lead down the stairs by her cousin. Her parents had left early this morning, after the hair incident, some "business" trip to the Caribbean, leaving Narcissa, Bella and Andromeda here with Sirius' Parents. Narcissa hated that she was left behind; she wanted to go, be a part of it. Do whatever there was to be done. But she couldn't. Finding Sirius' parents in the garden Narcissa looked at them. Sirius began to speak to them in a hushed voice, which Narcissa couldn't hear. Getting glances from his parents she stood there, dazed, her brain fuzzy. Her eyes closed for longer than they should have been. She hiccupped. Sirius' mother ran up to Narcissa, the older lady's piercing blue eyes glancing over Narcissa. She turned to Sirius.

"Did you say Ventrinice Carterboltre Sirius?" Narcissa's mind thought dimly that that was a type of plant, if she wasn't half gone, she would have known. "The girl does look mildly sedated," The woman's harsh tone rang in her ears.

"Yes, I said the Ventrinice Carterboltre. Hit her with it's thorns twice around the face, she was lucky I was there really." Sirius said and Gave Narcissa a look. Violence was encouraged between the walls of the well hidden house. She nodded vaguely getting Sirius' not so subtle hint to go along with his story.

Narcissa woke up in the guest room, 2 hours later, Her face covered in a pale Blue Gel. Sitting up, she looked at the sky, it was about noon and the sun was shining on her face. Her scratch was healed, she thought as she felt through the gel to where the scratch used to be. It was gone and her smooth skin was there once again, the light stung her eyes as she looked at the crisp, green sheets that she'd left strewn across the bed haphazardly. Picking up the sheets delicately she placed them on the bed in the way they were supposed to be made and changed from her nightdress, which was splattered with blood for the morning's earlier events. She felt better. Her head no longer pounded and her face no longer ached, just twanged.

The floorboards beneath Narcissa's feet creaked as she stepped down them. Counting each step as she went down, something she did every morning. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve She finished and realized she was in the kitchen. Looking around, she saw Bellatrix. No smirk, she couldn't tell what she'd done, she couldn't get recognition. Or else, who'd believe her? No one. Narcissa realized why Sirius had changed the story. Revenge.

Now for my favorite part of the segment! REVEIWS! Unless they are flames and then I flame you so hard you don't know what hit you.

Trapped Rabbit: Maybe, maybe… I thought of that too. It seems like a cool idea and I'll keep it in mind.

Rosie: Hello! And WTF?! If there is not incest so far there is no incest sp leave the incest alone, FO SHIZ?

That's all! Until another Time.

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