Welcome everyone to my very first story Black Madness. There will be some canon moments but most of it is strictly the result of my own twisted imagination set in the fun world of Harry Potter that JKR so kindly gifted us. There will be sex and violence but most of it will be suggested or referenced rather than actually described. This is a fem/fem story so if that kind of thing offends the please stop now. I have no idea how far I will go with this idea but I have a few chapters written and will edit and upload them over the next few days and gauge the response. Also as this my first attempt at writing anything I would appreciate kind or constructive reviews as they encourage me to continue and help me improve.
I must give a nod to all those fanfic authors who inspired me to do this (special mentions to Nemesis13, SilentlyWatches and Philosophise) if you see any ideas recycled it is not intentional. Consider it a compliment to your genius.
Dylan the Rabbit. xx
BLACK MADNESS
Alicia was already tuning her out and thinkng about the coming night. She would get to give Nym her New Year's kiss. And then she'd give her a New Year's 'fuck my brains out'. And she would remember the silencing thingumy. Probably.
CHAPTER 4.
Tonks' Residence, Dorset. 1st January 1995.
Alicia was feeling odd. Not a bad odd, just...odd. Since she had walked into the Leaky Cauldron few days ago and learned about magic (and failed to shag that foxy old teacher) her relationship with her alter-ego had been changing. It was subtle at first, just a few of Alice's thoughts and funnier sayings slipping into her mind and out of her mouth, an increase in her sex drive (that was actually fun) things like that This morning, however, she had been reading one of Aunt Andi's books on Goblin customs and how to deal with the nasty fuckers when she had ever thought to herself; "I'm bored, who can I kill for fun around here." That brought her up sharp. She was still the sweet, polite, clever little bookworm she'd always been but that thing about killing people, that was all Alice. Actually when she thought about it the kind of language she had been using recently was more Alice too. Perhaps the two of them were...synchronising...merging. She considered this carefully before cackling madly and falling off her chair tears streaming down her face. Oh this would be fun; Alicia's manipulative smarts together with Alice's psychotic temper and sex drive? Fuck yeah. Fun didn't even begin to describe it, plus she'd always been a little jealous of the name. Alice Black. Cool fucking beans.
Gringotts Bank. 1st January 1995
"You're supposed to come alone alone human." Ironclaw the head of the Inheritance Testing Division at Gringotts was not amused. Damned wizards were always trying to circumvent the rules and just becuse this one was a teenage girl she thought that he'd let her get away with it. She obviously didn't know who she was dealing with. He noticed with an extreme lack of interest her eyes starting to tear up and although they were fascinating he was not buying it. "That won't help you either girl." he croaked.
"Fine." she said cheerily as she let her eyes twinkle back into mirth and cast a glance at her Uncle. "I just wanted my Uncle and family solicitor with me in case you tried to screw me out of my inheritance. But if you'd like we can leave and the Ministry can claim the vault next month." They started to leave.
"Wait." The goblin now had to weigh up the seriousness of her threat to leave against the fact that if the Ministry did claim the vault the vast wealth of the Black fortune all the charges and interest due upon it would be gone. He looked with renewed interest at the girl, at her feral grin then back to those mismatched eyes full of glee, full of... insanity. Bugger, she might very well do it just on a whim to spite him. Ironclaw sighed in defeat, his superiors would not look kindly on this breach of protocol but they would look even less kindly on him losing a fortune of the magnitude that was on the table here. "Very well let's just get on with it then, shall we."
"Okay" chirped the young heiress and picked up the blood quill.
Twenty boring paperwork filled minutes and one very exciting cart ride later and the Lady Alicia Morgana Black, Head of the the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black stood in the middle of a huge vault tossing around some awesome looking folding knives and reading a ledger of Black family property. "What the fuck is a Kreacher?" she asked no-one in particular as a soft pop came from beside her. The blade was at his throat instantly but it didn't seem to phase the funny looking batlike humanoid at all.
"Mistress called Kreacher?"
"Um...no offense like, but what are you?"
"Kreacher is a house elf mistress. More specifically Kreacher is your house elf, Milady."
"Oh...'kay then." The knife was folded and back up her sleeve in an instant. Kreacher breathed a sigh of relief, his new mistress was powerful he could tell that but she also had more than a whiff of Miss Bella's madness about her and that meant he must be careful around her. The Blacks were all a little temperemental but their extroadinary power more than made up for the unpredictability and danger of sudden death. He decided to shelve his default 'grumpy old bastard' style of service to bond on a more 'helpful funny sidekick' level with the barely restrained lunatic that was the current Lady Black.
"So where did you come from, anyway, Batty Man"
Kreacher decided to take a chance and try out his new persona with a joke. "Well mistress when a mummy elf and a daddy elf love each other very much..." Success. He had made her laugh, such a sweet tinkling sound that filled his old heart with joy and he knew that he would do anything to hear that again. "I came from Grimmuald Place mistress, the London home of the House of Black. Your home Milady."
"You can just call me Alice you know."
"No Milady I really can't"
"Well this 'Milady' business is going to get really old really fucking quick. We sound like we're in an episode of Thunderbirds."
Kreacher looked confused. "So you want me to call me something other than 'Milady', Milady." At her nod he tried again. "Mistress Alice?" A scowl. No then. "Lady Alice?" A wince, then a scowl. "Missy...no...Miss Alice? A sigh and a reluctant nod. Ha, Kreacher for the win.
"I suppose that's as good as it's going to get. Right Kreach, I promised Auntie I'd get a wand and some 'respectable' clothes today. So saddle up 'cause we're going shopping. Yeah." It didn't even sound convincing to her.
"If I might propose an alternative plan Miss Alice, since you seem somewhat reluctant to go with that one." and for the first time in decades Kreacher grinned as his mistress cocked her head and did the same. He had always loved serving the Blacks but now it seemed like for the first time in his life actual fun might be on the cards. Shyly reaching out he took Miss Alice by the hand and apparated them home.
12 Grimmuald Place, London. 12th January 1995.
None of the Tonks family were feeling particularly relaxed about the situation as they flooed into the reception room at Grimmuald Place, this was after all the location of Andromeda's expulsion from the House of Black all those years ago. But Alicia had requested their presence as Head of House and they couldn't refuse, besides quite honestly they had all missed the lively young woman. She may be a certifiable lunatic with the sexual morals of an alley cat who used more bad language than any of them had ever heard, but she had still managed to worm her way into their affections. Some more than others if Nymphadora's tapping feet and clenched hands were to be believed.
"Kreacher!" The girl in question burst into the room obviously in a bit of a snit. "If you stole my stick again I'm going to pull your ears over your face and nail them your fucking nose you annoying little cu...Oh hello Auntie, Uncle Ted, Nym."
"Is that one of your mother's outfits? I don't remember them being quite so bright." Andromeda remarked. It did look like one of Bella's cut just too short and just too low to be on the right side of respectable with her trademark leather corset and tall heeled boots but the colour was just all wrong. Bella like all the women in her family wore black. All black. All the time. Alicia it seemed was different. True the boots and corset were still black but the dress itself was quartered like a harlequin's suit and coloured navy blue and scarlet. A pair of mis-matched fingerless elbow gloves, heavy dark eye makeup and a leather choker completed her strange ensemble. It was like the young woman herself. Distinctive and definitely odd but it worked.
"Hmm. Oh yeah Kreach and I found them in one of the bedrooms, they were a bit dull so I jazzed them up a bit with my...KREACHER. WHERES MY FUCKING STICK!"
"Your wand Miss Alice, was in the bathroom. Where you left it. Milady." Kreacher handed her the offending object with a smirk and bowed to their guests. "Now that Miss Alice seems to be ready, if you would follow me to the study."
Once They were all seated in the Head's study Kreacher handed each of the three Tonks' a piece of parchment and a blood quill and instructed to to read and then sign while Alice bounced lightly in her large chair grinning excitedly. Andromeda's eyes started tear up as she read the simple but never the less extraodinary document in front of her; This is to confirm that Andromeda (Theodore) (Nymphadora) Tonks is to be legally accepted as a full member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black with all the rights and responsibilities therein and will permitted to take the name of Black if it is their wish to do so. Signed. Lady Alicia Morgana Black, Head of House.
"Alicia. What have you done?"
"It's Alice and I've brought my family back where they belong. I've brought you home. If that's what you want."
Trying not to cry on it Andomeda signed and nodded at her husband and daughter to do the same as she felt the familiar pinch of the Black family ring on her right index finger.
"Welcome home Andromeda Black."
"Milady Alice."
"Oh hell no, it took me long enough to get Kreach to stop calling me that. I am not going through that again. We're family and I'm Alice. Just Alice okay Aunt Andi?"
"Allright. Alice." She kissed her niece on the forehead and smiled at the girls wide cheeky grin.
"Okay then let's get you lot of reprobates added to the tapestry shall we."
The Daily Prophet 8th February 1995.
The Return of The Blacks
by Rita Skeeter
Ever since the imprisonent of Sirius and Bellatrix Black in the war against You Know Who, the influence of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black has degraded to almost nothing. Indeed this trend had started even before the death of Wallburgia Black nearly seven years ago. But in an extraordinary turn of events it appears that an heir has been found and indeed has claimed the title of Lady Black at the break of the new year. It now seems that he new Head of that House the Lady Alicia Morgana Black is dead set on resurrecting her House to it's former glory with the induction of three new members and the setting up of business arrangements with both the Greengrass and Davis families, as well as some heavy investment in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade.
To add to the furore over their re-establishment the Black family indulged in an outing to Proudey's bistro last night where, these, the first pictures of Lady Alicia were taken by our intrepid on the spot photographer.
We at The Prophet would like to give our best wishes to this energetic young woman and hope that she continues to make strides in forwarding the glory of the House of Black, after all they are one of the founding thirteen.
Hogwarts School of Witchcaft and Wizardry, 8th February 1995.
"Pass the salt please Gin. Gin. Ginny! Pass the salt." Ginevra 'Ginny' Weasley absently pushed the salt cellar towards her bushy haired friend without looking at her. All her attention was on the newspaper in front of her gazing at the picture, lost in the image of the stunning young woman in the odd dress twirling, smiling and laughing before stopping to seemingly look straight into the camera, straight into heart and giving a cheeky wink. Oh my she thought that is just incredibly inconvenient, as her heart felt like it would explode and she drenched her panties. Ginny was in love.
Malfoy Manor. 8th February 1995.
Narcissa Malfoy was amused and more than a little confused. She had read the Prophet's piece on the new Lady Black with interest, she was a Black and her niece was the new Head of House, why wouldn't she. The amusement came from the fact that Draco's claim to her old House was now well and truly over had gotten both her son and husband in a foul mood. Always funny. But that wasn't what had her confused. No it was the picture. For one her nieces eyes were very different to how she remembered them. Well the left one was anyway. For another she could swear that her blood traitor sister, mudblood husband and her disgusting spawn were in the picture but that was impossible. Wasn't it? Damn, now she was going to have to visit Grimmuald Place, a place she hated, and find out what the hell was going on. She drew a piece of parchment and a quill towards her and began to plan how she would manipulate a way to an invitation to tea with the Blacks.
12 Grimmuald Place, London. 12th February 1995.
The last few days had been exhausting for Alice what with studying and training with Nym for her entrance exams for Hogwarts and her continued training in comportment, etiquette and now politics with Aunt Andi, she was tired. And it wasn't as if she could relax by shagging Nym anymore since their decision to just be cousins and best friends. Alice was tired and she was grumpy and she was really not in the mood for.
"Family correspondence."
"Not you too Uncle Ted, you're the family solicitor can't you just take care of it."
"These are formal requests for business discussions and invitations to social functions from almost every Noble family in the country, written by their Head's of House and they demand a personal response. By you I'm afraid dear."
"Fuck."
"Quite" said her Aunt joining them. She had all but given up trying to regulate Alice's language thinking if she said it nicely enough perhaps people would simply think they had misheard her. "Although this one is interesting your Aunt Narcissa sends her best wishes. She's probably building up to wangling an invite for tea but it will take her a week or so and several more communications I would guess."
"Bollocks to that let's just invite her over now."
"Merlin's arse girl you really have no sense of decorum at all do you. Still I suppose it would put her off her stride a little. Narcissa doesn't do straightforward."
"Auntie did you really just say 'Merlins arse' ? I think I'm rubbing off on you." Alice grinned wickedly. "So to speak" and gave her a wink.
"Shut up" Andromeda Black blushed beet red. "Let's just write the invitation to my 'dear sister' shall we. And you two can zip it as well." She growled at her husband and daughter.
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