A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, wish I did though! I do apologize for the very long period before updating again, I started school again and started a new job which I work insane hours. Anyways, here is the third chapter. I don't know if I will continue this story or not and focus on other projects but for right now this will be put on the back burner as I don't have time for it and I don't believe this story is quite as loved as my other ones. I will keep updating but not as often as I would like unless you guys give me the motivation to do so. Enjoy!
A million things ran through Narcissa's mind as she ran down the walkway leading to the gate. One minute I'm enjoying tea in the garden with his mother and the next, hexes are being thrown my direction. Lucius is laying there, cursed and probably dead, because of me. I knew coming here was a mistake, why did he even invite me knowing his father would be so upset? She had tears running down her face and she apparated realizing her critical error. Narcissa felt a pain in her leg as soon as she apparated.
Narcissa landed in her sitting room and was gasping for air. "MUM! MUM!"
"Narcissa dear there is no need to shout, I'm right-" the sight she walked into was terrifying, there her daughter was on the ground, bleeding from a wound she couldn't see. Her daughter had splinched herself. "CYGNUS!" Her mother's scream echoed through the house and Cygnus rushed to them.
"Come on, we'll take her to St. Mungos. Narcissa don't move, we're going to apparate." Narcissa sluggishly nodded her head.
"Hurry please." Narcissa succumbed to darkness.
White walls, cleaners invaded her nose causing it to wrinkle slightly in disgust. Couldn't they just scourgify the room instead of using muggle cleaners, they have a horrid smell. Suddenly she was thrust into reality when she felt the pain in her leg once more, this time more intense. She squeezed her eyes tight and her face scrunched. "Mum it hurts, make it stop." She whispered into the air hoping someone would hear her. There was a familiar voice in the room.
"Father go get the healer now, it's the least you could do considering you caused this mess." Lucius spat out. "Narcissa, love, I'm right here. I would kiss you but I'm a little incapacitated at the moment." Narcissa's eyes open and she turned her head to the bed beside her.
"I'm so glad you're alright Lucius. I'm so sorry this is all my fault." Narcissa let a few tears slip.
"Don't you blame yourself for this.. mess my father caused. He completely overreacted, he's the one to blame. Why are you here?"
"I splinched myself trying to escape. Were my parents here?" Panicked, how is she going to introduce them to Lucius.
"Yes, they stepped out to grab showers and a bite to eat. They've been worried sick, they thought they'd lost you."
"How long have I been here?" She spoke softly.
"Nearly three weeks." Narcissa gasped.
"Three weeks?! Why was I out for so long?" Narcissa pulled over her blanket to reveal her injured leg. Apparently her leg was more damaged than she originally thought. Unwrapping the gauze around it, she was burdened with another scar and would be added to her lovely collection. The wound stretched from her knee cap and snaked its way to her bikini line. She stared at it with wide eyes.
"I think you just figured it out."
"Your father should be in Azkaban along with my sister." Narcissa spoke out of line but she didn't care. Both sets of parents and a healer walked into the room just in time to hear her proud statement.
"You best watch yourself young lady." Abraxas spoke up.
"I will start 'watching myself' when you decide to stop using the cruciatus on your son. Just because the ministry is afraid of you doesn't mean that I am." Narcissa was firm, Genevieve was shocked yet at the same time proud. She was proud that her son's girlfriend had the strength to stand up to one of the most powerful wizards.
"You did this? To your own child?" Cygnus questioned. "HOW COULD YOU?!"
"I'm sorry who are you? Where do you get off telling me how to parent my son?" Abraxas spat out towards both Druella and Cygnus.
"Abraxas he does have a point, you should not be cursing our son! Don't think for a second that because I am ill I will NOT stand for this and I will have you thrown into Azkaban with your brother. She is perfect for our son, I wish you could have enjoyed tea with us in the garden the first time I met her. She is quite an extraordinary girl."
"Why is she so special to you Genevieve? Just because she's an outcast like you? A part of the ancient society? Please, it's all rubbish."
"Stupefy!" Abraxas was thrown against the wall by none other than his own wife. "Now that that's settled. How are you feeling my dear?" Genevieve placed a hand on her cheek and gently rubbed her thumb on the top of her cheek bone.
"I don't mean to be rude but how do you know our daughter?" Druella quizzed.
"Oh forgive me! I am Genevieve Malfoy, I'm Lucius' mother." Genevieve extended her hand to both Druella and Cygnus. "He brought her over for tea only hours before this accident happened. Apparently they met in the park the night before Lucius was due back to England. You have an absolutely amazing daughter." Genevieve gave a warm smile.
"Thank you, your son seems like quite the charmer." Druella winked in Lucius' direction.
"MUM! Don't embarrass me please!" Narcissa cried.
"Your mother is right though, I am quite the charmer, love." Lucius slowly got out of bed and headed to Narcissa's. "Hi I'm Lucius. Do you mind if I lay beside her?"
"I'm Cygnus and this is my lovely wife Druella. Pleasure to meet you." Cygnus helped Narcissa move over slightly so there was enough room for the both of them.
"The pleasure is all mine."
"Abraxas mentioned something about an ancient society, what is he talking about?" Druella inquired.
"Oh mum, i forgot to tell you.. Do you have my wand by chance? It's easier to show you. Never mind, it's nothing really."
"Obviously it isn't nothing considering Mr. Malfoy is making such a fuss about it." Druella pushed.
"Nocte Venatores" Mrs. Malfoy spoke up.
"I'm sorry?"
"You're in for a long history lesson, listen carefully." Genevieve Malfoy took a deep breathe before continuing. "It is said that those who can produce a silver patronus, silver stream, or in your case a silver arrow, are granted to have a type of magic unlike any other. Going back to Ancient Greece for a short moment, there were a set of twins born only nine days apart from each other; Artemis and Apollo. Artemis came first and helped deliver her brother Apollo nine days later. When they grew older their father asked them what they wanted and though there were many things they wanted and were granted, both asked for magic, bows, and arrows that would never miss their target.
One day, both Artemis and Apollo were hunting in the forest during the evening and stumbled across a silver arrow which had a glow brighter than fire and brighter than the stars. They approached the arrow and attempted to grab it but the twins were thrown backwards into the nearby trees. Then the arrow spoke to them, "If one must attain this arrow, a patronus must be cast to receive. Failure to produce a patronus shall fear the wrath of the Runespoor that roams."
Together the twins stood tall and presented their patronus' which had a blue tint to them and the arrow decided that the twins were worthy of such power and their patronus' changed to silver. "Use this power wisely, there will come a time when the arrow shall guide you down the right path. Use it for destruction and a great plague will bestow upon you both. Fate is in your hands."
With that, the twins took the arrow and held onto it when needed.
Some years later, Aries waged war against a fellow Olympian, Athena, and soon there was the War of Olympus. This battle waged on for a great deal, destroying nearly half the city of Olympus until two great and powerful gods rose.
The twins watched as the war pillaged and destroyed their home, leaving them with only their arrows. When the war reached its pinnacle, the silver arrow glowed brighter than the sun. Together, the twins shot the arrow from Artemis' bow high into the sky. Suddenly, the sky grew dark and silver stream flew over the entire city, causing the chaos to stop and they all turned to the twins and bowed. The war ended with the shot of that arrow.
Nocte Venatores was the chosen name because of a Latin philosopher who happened to be in the city when the war broke out. The Night of the Hunters, the Hunters being the twins who saved the city from complete destruction and the night being the release of the arrow.
For centuries, these gifted people remained dormant for they'd become outcasts by their peers and their governments. In 1097, five students emerged during their Defense Against the Dark Arts class when they were asked to cast patronus'."
"Who decided on the patronus'?" It was Cygnus who asked.
"It is quite uncertain who determined the patronus' but it is also said that if you can produce a Stag, Lyre, Dragon, Runespoor, Hippogriff, Thestral, Unicorn or a Fire Dwelling Salamander, you could cast a silver patronus."
"Who were the students?" Narcissa Malfoy.
Genevieve continued, "The five students were Xenophilius Macnair, Cassiopeia Malfoy, Phaedra Granger, Orion Nott, and Phoenix Longbottom. The Hippogriff was cast by Xenophilius, the Dragon by Cassiopeia, the Fire Dwelling Salamander by Phaedra, the Stag by Orion, and the Thestral by Phoenix. They banned together to form the Nocte Venatores at Hogwarts, The Night of the Hunters. This group of students were known as the Ancient Five."
"Granger? That doesn't sound like a pureblood surname or even half blood." Cygnus inquired.
"Father why does that matter? I thought you didn't care about blood status anymore?"
"I don't my young dragon, it was simply a question."
"It's a muggle last name. Phaedra was one of the first Muggles to ever come to Hogwarts and Merlin she was a great one." Genevieve stated.
"Why was she so great mother?" Lucius pondered.
"Because my dear boy, she created a rather, three, remarkable spells we currently use today. You might know them as the counter curses for the Unforgivables."
"That's amazing, a muggle created some of the greatest spells known to wizards." Cygnus stated.
"Anyways. Since then, there have been a select few wizards privileged with this power. In 1667, the ministry felt threatened by this secret society and often blamed them for numerous incidences that actually had nothing to do with them. One of them being the death of the Minister of Magic, Theodore Nott in 1896. Because of the incident with the minister, many members used code names to keep their identity hidden. But those members were found and murdered because of their involvement with the society. The group moved underground and remained there ever since and met in secret only when necessary. Years later, a young man wanted this group eradicated because he wasn't a part of it."
"Grindelwald." Lucius answered in horror.
"That's the one."
"Oh no."
"What's wrong?"
"Dad is taking the mark or intends to and wants me to join him."
"The Mark? What do you mean?"
"Grindelwald is creating a small band of misfits and he intends to overthrow the Ministry. He planned to execute this plan years later but he decided to start it now. Tom Riddle has already joined." Lucius drawled out.
"Whatever you do Lucius, please do not join them. It will do more harm than good." Narcissa grabbed his hand and squeezed gently.
"Trust me, I'd rather be Avada'd then to join them."
"Good."
That time of year, when it was considerably warm for September in Scotland. Students were pouring out of the Hogwarts Express at precisely 6:30 pm. Always punctual.
The students made their way down to the Great Hall for the Welcoming Feast and the Sorting Ceremony for the first years and any newcomers. Professor Dumbledore made a wonderful speech, as always, and gave McGonagall the floor to begin the Sorting Ceremony.
"I will start with the newcomers." She opened up the rather small scroll and began with her list. "Adelaide Archambault." The little blonde hesitated as she made her way to the sorting hat. The hat didn't even have to think about this one.
"Gryffindor!" The entire table cheered. Lucius rubbed his temples and Severus patted him on the back.
"Don't worry about it mate. Will be eating in no time."
"That's not the problem."
"Aww poor little Lucy has a headache. Don't worry though, Cissy will make it better won't she?" Bellatrix mocked. "I can't believe Cygnus brought her to Hogwarts." Bellatrix hissed.
"Don't you have your own friends to hang around with? Quit bothering us Trixy." Snape pipped in.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
"Bellatrix, calm down would you. We don't need to start the school year off with negative points." Severus barked at her.
"Narcissa Black!" Minerva called.
"Please be in Slytherin, please be in Slytherin." Lucius whispered to himself.
"Nocte Venatores, I see. How unfortunate that you're related to Bellatrix, she is quite a pain." the entire hall laughed. "I've heard great things about you Ms. Black, incredibly intelligent." The Sorting Hat thought for a moment. "I should put you in Ravenclaw for your intelligence, but something tells me otherwise… Slytherin!"
"That's my girl." Lucius whispered under his breath.
Narcissa was the first to enter the Transfiguration classroom, she didn't want to be late so she arrived twenty minutes before the start of class, still unsure of how the class times worked here. Minutes passed and everyone started to fill into the classroom shortly followed by the Head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall.
"Good morning class we will begin with animagus'. Can anyone tell me what an animagus is?" The students were a little hesitant to raise their hands. "Very well an an-"
"Professor to simply put it, an animagus is a witch or wizard that can morph themselves into an animal at their own will." McGonagall and the rest of the class stared at her. "Sorry I didn't raise my hand."
"That's fine my dear, what is your name again?"
"Narcissa Black, transfer from Beauxbatons." She babbled nervously.
"Very well, ten points to Slytherin. This particular skill takes a lot of patience and practice to master. Some will pick this up rather quickly while others won't be able to become an animagus. Normally you begin to learn this in your third year and don't become animagus' while at school, but Albus finds that this skill will be essential for students to learn. Before we get started with the actual lesson, does anyone have any questions?"
"What's the difference between Transfiguration and an Animagus transformation?" A Hufflepuff sixth year asked.
"Excellent question, does anyone know the answer?"
"Trick question, there isn't." Bellatrix arrogantly answered.
"Don't you ever pay attention in school you prat?" Narcissa turned towards her sister and rolled her eyes, and continued. "An Animagus can transform into their animal form without an incantation whereas a transfiguring requires a spell. Animagus' can also communicate with other animals. They also have to be registered to the Ministry. You would know that if you paid attention your third year." Narcissa spat out at her sister. Bellatrix stood up and raised her wand at Narcissa.
"Ladies calm down before I deduct two hundred points and give both of you detention."
"Narcissa why do you have to be such a know it all?"
"I'd rather be an insufferable know it all than an ignorant prat such as yourself."
"Both of you, my office after supper this evening. Failure to show will lose their chance of attending the Yule Ball. End of discussion. Class dismissed."
"Well at least one of the Black children can be on time this evening, you are quite early though my dear. Not feeling up to eating?" McGonagall questioned.
"No, I wanted to talk to you about my sister."
"What is it my dear?" Minerva could sense there was something bothering her. She could feel the anxiety radiating off of Narcissa.
"Maybe I shouldn't."
"Narcissa, you can tell me anything."
"She-" The doors of her office burst open and Bellatrix staggered in.
"What's the matter Cissy, need to leave detention to fuck your boyfriend?" She cackled.
"We'll talk later Narcissa. Please follow me to the classroom. You will be writing lines until curfew this evening."
"What the fuck, that's bullshit!"
"God Trixy your mouth is awful, respect the professor for Merlin's sake."
"Sod off, Cissy. Do I really have to be a part of this?" Bellatrix groaned.
"Fine, you can write a thousand lines and then be on your merry way." Minerva spat sarcastically.
"Fine, what am I writing?"
"I must behave at all times."
"That's it?"
"Ask anymore questions it will be a thousands lines, every day for a month." Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "Can I least have parchment so I can get this done and over with?"
"Oh my apologies, Narcissa do you need some as well?"
"Yes please, professor." Minerva stepped into her office when Bellatrix approach Narcissa. Bellatrix gripped her arm so hard she was sure it would leave a massive bruise.
"Say anything and you're dead. I won't hesitate to kill you Cissy, just ask Astrid how well that worked out." Narcissa's eyes went wide.
"That was you?" She whispered.
"Who else would it have been, do you honestly think Astrid died of natural causes?"
"I-" Minerva came back with parchment for the Black sisters and they began writing lines.
Narcissa lost track of how many lines she had actually completed, she didn't care anymore. She let tears slowly slip from her eyes. Minerva looked up at the poor girl and purposely dropped something to grab her attention but it didn't work. Narcissa didn't even budge.
"Bellatrix you are free to go."
"Finally! Where do you want these?" She waved the long parchment in the air.
"Just leave them, I'll take care of them."
"What Narcissa, the model student of Slytherin Year six, has to stay and finish her work? I'm surprised you didn't have it done hours ago. Pathetic, I knew I was the greatest Black child, I wish dear old Mummy and Daddy could see that. I wish they could also see that you are no longer the perfect child. I'll be seeing you later Cissy." Bellatrix's tone was sinister and Minerva could tell there was a deeper meaning behind it. The door slammed behind Bellatrix and the classroom was silent.
"My dear what has she done to you."
"I.. I can't talk about it." Narcissa packed up her things and ran out of the Transfigurations classroom leaving Minerva to wonder.
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