A/N: Sorry it's been a while. I've been rather ill. Anyways, here is your next chapter. I'm not too pleased with it to be honest, but I blame it on being sick. As always R&R. I don't mind constructive criticism as it helps out a lot! I look forward to reading the reviews


Chapter 7. Bonjour Mademoiselle Noir.

How many days had it been?

1 week. 7 days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. 604,800 seconds. In that time she managed to ruin it all. She managed to make his life a mess. Or so he made himself believe.

Malfoy Manor was, in a few simple words, in various states of disarray. Clothes were everywhere, tables had been flipped, there were scorch marks in the wall and two dead house elves were being carted out of the mansion by their brethren in weeping silence. A long haired, almost platinum blonde headed sociopath was sitting on a black and silver chaise, literally the only thing not thoroughly thrashed in the drawing room. A bottle of gold liquor sloshed dangerously in his loose grasp as he leaned back into the arm rest. How had this happened? How did she found out? It was worded so perfectly! 15 years she was there, then in a matter of moments she was gone. He found himself missing her, well not her but the services she so dutifully provided, but could do nothing about it except brood.

"Father?" A slight voice said through a crack in the door. "Father, are you in here?" The voice said once more.

"What do you want?"

"I just came to see what is going on. You have yet to explain to me what has happened, or where mother is."

The elder sat up slowly, yet did not face the door. "So now I must explain myself to you?" he asked, softly, though spitting the words with vehemence. "Leave me be and go to your room, Draco, I'll call you when its dinner." The young boy at the crack of the door flinched at his father's venom. He nodded his ascension, before voicing his apology, closed the cracked door and left without another word, brows furrowed in thought.

Lucius leaned back against the chaise, taking another pull of the beverage. His mind sliding back to his most nefarious thoughts. "Threaten me…" he thought, remembering the letter. He thought of all the ways he could get her back, but remembered that she was a very smart woman. The simple fact that she was not here would cast him into an inquisitive light to the public, and once the knowledge that Lord Malfoy of the Noble House of Malfoy was wife-less, he would be a social pariah. Rumors were a rich, ambitious, politicians worst enemy, when not created by themselves.

"I'll make you pay, whore." He finally vocalized before putting the bottle to his lips and throwing his head back, draining out the remainder of the liquid. Tomorrow would be terrible for him.


Harry lay in his bed, one arm folded behind his head, the other at his side, holding on to a parchment letter he had received late the previous evening after lounging with Sirius and recalling the moment they broke the news. He was surprised by the arrival of the post considering the time, but was even more surprised by the dainty and amazingly precise and exquisite writing that was on it. It interested him. His curiosity toyed with; he opened it and was fairly surprised by what he read:

Harry,

I understand this may come as a shock, especially considering the time of this letter, but I must admit that I am excited for our meeting tomorrow. I do hope we get on.

There are many things we should talk about, many questions you probably want answered, but none the less, I truly do look forward to our rendezvous and I hope you do as well.

Yours forever,

Narcissa

It was a simple letter, but the end made him blush, and he couldn't understand why. 'Yours forever' he thought to himself, looking at the letter once more before folding it up and placing it gingerly on his night stand. He took in a deep breath before rolling to his right side. It was still early so maybe he could get an hour or two more of sleep. He reached over, clicked off his light and closed his eyes.


To say Sirius was in a bad mood this morning was if anything an understatement.

The night before, he had half expected the night to end pleasantly after he and Harry sat in the drawing room joking with each other. But as all good things must come to an end, that red haired fat arse had to end his like a wrecking ball smashing into big ben. Thankfully Harry had already made his way to his room, and despite Sirius's foolishness, he was well prepared, having spent a majority of his younger life before he spirited himself to the Potters learning pureblood doctrine.

He had gotten up from his couch, grabbed his tea cup and made for the kitchen where he still heard muffled, though obviously excited voices. He steeled his jaw, straightened his face, tilted his head up and pushed the door open. For all that perceived him; he manifested the grace of a French noblesse, an imperial gallant, so reminiscent of Henri de Marsay from the novella La Fille aux yeux d'or.

"Good evening" He said stoically, a deep frown painted on his face as the inhabitants all turned to face him. Internally he began to count down until the shriek of a monster broke him from thought.

"Sirius, you have quite a bit of explaining to do." Molly said watching the noticeably younger man as he set his cup down, flattened his jacket against him, and turned slowly and for all intent and purpose put on the true demeanor of a lord. He did look rather imperious and for a moment she faltered, her own upbringing threatening to rear its head as she had been taught to remember her place and station amongst the highest of noble houses.

"Do I really Molly dear? I vaguely remember Harry saying that this topic was over. As such I doubt I need to explain anything to you, you aren't his mother."

"I'm as good as." She retorted.

Sirius wanted to snort but the silky greasy voice of an individual with equally greasy hair cut between the pair. "As usual, Black and his foolishness has-"

Sirius put up a finger at which even Dumbledore was surprised when Snape stopped in mid sentence. "One, I don't like you Snivelling Snapelupagus. Two, you get absolutely no say in ANYTHING that has to deal with the Potters or the Blacks. Three, you really shouldn't interject you're exceptionally shallow minded thoughts around your betters. Four, you're really ugly. Five, get out of my house and don't come back until the next meeting, and from then on, leave right afterward, I'm afraid your hair may contaminate the rest of us, I do believe last night I saw it move and we weren't in the wind." Sirius smiled knowing he had riled up the bat like human.

Snapes chest puffed out as he prepared for a retort but Dumbledore interceded. "Enough, perhaps you should go Professor."

"Headmaster, Black-" He began, sounding that much more like a whining form one.

"Severus, please." The headmaster spoke once more, now turning his glinting blue eyes to the man.

Reluctantly, Snape acquiesced and nodded, billowing his cloak around him before making his way out. Sirius stifled a laugh.

Silence once more prevailed, but the seconds didn't survive before Molly interjected again. "Headmaster, surely the Potters didn't want this for their son, there must be something you can do."

The face Sirius made was nothing short of exceptionally hilarious. "Hold on…Molly, you didn't even KNOW the Potters. How could you presume to have any idea what they could have wanted for their son?"

Molly looked at him indignantly, but had no answer, as it was simple truth. Besides, he doubted Lily would have tolerated the woman for long.

"That's neither here nor there Sirius. The fact is we must do something about this contract. The obligation is too great for a 15 year old boy." The headmaster said aloud, failing to mention that he was afraid that with this marriage, his grasp on Harry would be lost, the seats in the Wizengamot would be held by two very cunning women and his power be somewhat diminished. The Potter name was a beacon, and one he had every intention of manipulating, for the purpose of great and good.

"As I said Albus, there is no way out. What's done is done. Harry has accepted it; I have accepted it and I do believe the ladies in question have as well. In any case this is family business and considering neither of you are family I will be leaving now. Have a good night, and please lock up once you leave." With that Sirius nodded to the few remaining people and left the room.

Now he sat in his study the next morning, brow furrowed, inexplicably perturbed by their interest in dissolving the contracts rather than wondering how Harry felt about the situation. For people that said they cared for his godson, they seemed to be very focused on the paper, rather than the person.


Albus Dumbeldore was a man of many devices. He had his hands in everything, and generally knew the pull of a situation.

Not this time.

He felt bothered. He was completely unaware of the contract that had been made, and as Sirius, in the eyes of magic, was Harry's guardian in all intent and purpose there was nothing he could do. The only way to resolve this issue was go to the women. Amelia and her morals would be first.


"Tempus"

9:45 AM. She set her wand back down before returning to the papers that sat at her desk. Amelia had decided to return to work for no other purpose but to avoid the mountain that would have been paper work that accrued over her absence. It was nothing more than rubbish, silly forms, grievances, disputes, allocation of funds for various offices under the DMLE, she felt like a director, not the head. Although, this time, concentration was not her ally.

'Harry Potter'

She thought from time to time. There was so much information on him, yet the majority seemed to be tall tales, over sensationalized ruminations by a less than reputable source. 'Why cant the bint tell the truth.' She thought, referring to the less than trustworthy Rita Skeeter. Yet again, another issue of the Daily Prophet had been issued, and yet again, the press decided to skewer the young man, bathe him in the negative light of societal intrigue as Harry Potter: The-Boy-Who-Lies.

A knock from her door drew her attention. She looked up from the paper, and politely called for the person to enter. He personal assistant crossed the room before reaching her desk.

"Here you go Madame Bones. The Auror Reports from Azkaban, for Sunday June 21st to Saturday June 27th."

Amelia took the manila folder with a nod, a gracious smile, and a quick thank you. Setting it down she quickly flipped through it, noting nothing of detail. Though she did pause when she saw that a Dementor count seemed to have been off on the 25th, yet it was obviously a mistake as the reporting guard made an effort to erase the original figure, scribal his initials and replace the figure which directly correlated with the previous week's report. She didn't think much on it as things like this sometimes happened, and who in their right mind would actually want to go through and count Dementors. They were vile If nothing else. Besides, there was no way a Dementor could be unaccounted for, especially two.

She set the report down and slid it to the side of her desk before returning to the remainder of her paperwork, trying to stave off the boredom, and regain control of her concentration from the thoughts of Harry Potter and their impending rendezvous.


"Time to get up Harry"

The voice was faint. He tried to block it out. Sleep was too good, and the simple fact that he had the pleasure of sleeping in was all the better.

"No" He said, though his voice was muffled.

"Oh come on Dear." The voice continued.

Ugh…Harry thought. Little escaped his notice, and the simple fact that whomever it was called him dear, made it all too clear as to WHO it was.

"I'd rather sleep in a bit more Mrs. Weasley. I have a lot to do today." He finally said, turning his head away from the pillow so he could be heard.

"Oh come now. There isn't much going on today, all were going to be doing is cleaning up the house."

'Pfft, that's what YOURE going to be doing' Harry thought before replying. "I have a meeting today, Sirius is taking me. So I won't be here, and I don't know when I'll be back."

"Oh." She mumbled. "What is the meeting about?"

"My marriages." Was his quick reply.

"I see. Well Harry, there is no need to worry about that, Dumbledore will have it all sorted for you."

"Doubt it. There's nothing to be done, besides, I don't really need his help."

"Harry, everyone needs help at some point, that's what we're doing. We are helping you out of this situation." She said a bit too brightly. "So you don't have to worry about any meeting today, so come on, up. Time to get things going."

Harry had finally sat up. He took his glasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose before looking at the red haired woman. "Mrs. Weasley, I don't need help out of my situation. My meeting is going to happen. But feel free to do what you want." Harry quickly climbed out of his bed and crossed the room, reaching the door. "Now if you please, I need to shower." He finished by closing the door gently.

Molly was nothing short of shocked by Harry's curt responses. As usual she was completely oblivious to her slight faux pas the evening before, and thus oblivious to the trust she had lost. She huffed to herself, resolving to visit with Sirius very soon. It seemed she had yet to realize that the younger wizard did not put much stock in her opinion.


'What do I wear?'

'Who CARES?'

'I do!'

'Why?'

'Why? First, I prefer to be presentable at all times. Two, I am a woman, mind you a woman that prefers to look her best regardless of the company. Three, I'm going to be marrying him, I cant just walk around in my knickers!'

'Hey, if you want his attention that just might be the best way to do it!'

'Why am I arguing with myself?' Narcissa thought, forcibly vanishing the other thoughts as she stared into the vast depth of her closet. She faced a conundrum. She had been so sure she wanted to meet him, but now she was positively flustered, at odds with herself, all because of clothing. What appearance did she want to give off? She was aware that some of the clothing screamed MUM.

"Oh Bother" She said aloud grabbing what she though suited the occasion best.


Harry had finished with his morning ablutions. Now he stood at the foot of his bed staring at the clothing that had been laid out for him.

"Thought I would help you out pup."

'What was it with everyone wanting to help' he thought, but dismissed the thought as he realized Sirius true intention was just that. He turned to the door, eyeing the Marauder wearily, before looking back at the black casual day coat, dark blue jeans, brown penny loafers and white button up shirt.

"This is what I'm wearing?"

"Yep?"

"Sirius, I'll look like a randy posher from south of Sheffield. All I'm missing is an ascot and a pair of driving gloves."

Sirius laughed out loud, looking at the outfit. "It's probably best to get used to this Harry. If I know Cissy, that's what she is going to prefer. Plus, why should you care? I saw the rubbish you were wearing when you got here, and even if I don't care too much about fashion, I could at least point out that you looked like a loony." He said entering the room before drawing his wand and flicking it quickly, conjuring a pair of tan driving gloves. "There, outfit is complete now right?" He said tossing them to Harry who promptly slapped them from the air letting them hit the ground at his feet.

Harry smiled before speaking, "Can you leave so I can dress?"

"Ok, I'll be downstairs. I doubt you need to eat anything so don't worry about breakfast." Sirius complied, flicking his wand once more as the gloves vanished before closing the door behind him.

Once harry was done, he had to admit to himself, his godfather had made a smart choice. The jeans, shirt, and jacket fit him perfectly, and the shoes were only slightly too big. He grabbed his newest black cloak, pulling his sleeves through it before he made his way out. He stopped for a moment, eyeing the door across from him.

'Hermione' He thought.

He crossed the hallway and knocked on the closed door. No answer. He knocked once more before leaning on the frame and waiting.

"She said that she had to leave. Her parents were taking a trip to the Canary Islands, and she wanted to go with them. Said she would owl us when she returned." Ron said, approaching from behind Harry.

"Oh." Harry replied, looking a bit put out. "Thought she would have said bye or something." Harry said softly.

"Can't blame her though eh?"

"What, why?"

"What with what happened last night. Bet she is right pissed off at Sirius"

"Why would she be mad at Sirius?"

"The whole contract thing, I mean come on mate, who else's fault could it be? I mean he's great and all don't get me wrong but he isn't the most responsible of blokes around is he?"

Harry chuckled sarcastically. "And you are Ronald?"

Ron's ears turned a shade of pink. "I…well…I'm not saying that, I'm just saying…"

"Saying what Ron?"

"What was he thinking? You know? "

"What does it matter now? Like I said last night, what's done is done, deal with it."

"How can you not be mad?" Ron said, his voice rising in agitation. "I mean one of the women is the mother of a snake and the other well, shit, what do we even know of her?"

Harry looked at Ron from the corner of his eye before pushing off the wall. His measure of irritation decreasing as he shook his head, barely able to feign interest in the conversation. "Are you so blind, you couldn't tell I was mad? Anyways, get off it Ron. This has nothing to do with you, just like I said to everyone last night. If I've dealt with it, then I think the lot of you can, unless you also had your OWN plans?"

Despite being his friend, Harry knew Ron wasn't smart enough to culminate an idea that would require depth especially if it was an idea trying to control him. He pushed by his friend, leaving him to watch as Harry made his way down the stairs, passing Ginny's ajar door. The girl noticed

"Harry?" She called, rushing to the door.

She received an idle hand in the air that vaguely looked like a middle finger before his hand dropped and he dismissed the girl, continuing down the stairs until he met Sirius at the landing.

She watched him continue as if she was nothing. But she was completely oblivious as to why. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes, stifling a sob she shut the door and ran back to her bed before throwing herself onto it and burying her face into the pillow.

"Lets go Sirius, before anyone else tries to talk to me."

Sirius dually agreed as he had made it a habit of dodging Molly this morning. She had almost cornered him twice, but thankfully he was able to maneuver himself a bit more deftly than the heavier set woman. Sirius smiled at the young man, clapping him on the back before pushing him to the door. "Were going to make a few quick stops. I have a feeling Dumbledore has someone following us, so we need to take care of that. I don't like being watched."

Harry nodded just as they stepped through and closed the front door. Sirius raised his wand muttering a few words as he changed the color of his hair to a sandy blonde and a few of his facial features. "Kind of wish I was a metamorph" he mumbled, before reaching back to shut the door. Before it closed, they vanished with a crack, reappearing momentarily behind the Leaky Cauldron before vanishing once more only to reappear near Privet Drive, they repeated themselves again reappearing near the shrieking shack. They made the trip once more, ending on a long worn dirt road.


"DAMN IT! Dumbledore's going to tan my hide." Mundungus grumbled, walking through Diagon alley. He had one simple task, follow Sirius and Harry, but who could blame him? Dung was anything but capable. Half the time he was in a drunken stupor the remainder of the time he was in a never ending hangover. Today happened to be the better of the two, slightly drunk, perhaps coming down from the previous evening's escapades, but who cared right?

The man, smelling of defecation and cheap malt beer made his way through Knockturn alley, before leaning on a wall, retrieving a flask placing it on his lips and tilting its open end into his mouth. 'Might as well prepare' he thought, knowing he had to go report to mad eye soon.

Something no one really enjoyed.


The walk was quick, and despite the season the weather was actually quite wonderful. Harry wondered what people would think should they see the two of them marching down this path, clad in black cloaks, billowing out in the light breeze. They were very out of place. None the less his thoughts were put to the side as they approached a gate. Sirius stopped Harry and withdrew his wand, waving it through the air as he mumbled something incoherent. He turned back to the younger wizard nodded and proceeded forward. Harry followed, feeling a strange sensation wash over him. It made his hair stand on end and took a bit of his breath.

"What was-"

"The wards, registering you." Sirius replied before Harry could finish.

As they approached the massive wrought iron gate, Harry was able to distinguish the artistically crafted B in the center. He watched as Sirius continued, not even heeding the massive metal structure. He was walking straight for it.

"Hey, HEY! Sirius the gate!"

Sirius continued his stride, only smirking as he passed through the gate, the metal vanishing in a puff of black that seemed to trail after him. Harry raised a brow and followed. He should have figured. 'Magic gates' he thought. He followed suit, passing through the metal structure just as easily. He turned in time to watch it solidify and return to a form that belied its ethereal existence. They quickly strode the remainder of the way, up the lengthy driveway, flanked by massive green fields and trees and an immeasurable amount of flowers. If the B on the gate symbolized the ownership of the land, then Harry was surprised by the happy state of the grounds.

All too soon they reached the front door. Harry was suddenly nervous. 'Shit!' he thought feeling a sudden urge to just turn around and run. Sirius had prepared him for the meeting, given him what little knowledge he could in such a sparse amount of time, but the fact that he was here now was something completely different.

"Sirius…I want to leave." Harry chocked out.

Sirius held back a laugh. "Too late now Harry."

Harry's face paled as Sirius rose his hand to knock on the door. Three quick wraps later, they waited in silence. Sirius quickly returned his appearance to normal.


Narcissa had finished getting dressed, but decided against breakfast, thinking that an early lunch with Harry would be a great ice breaker. She wore something simple; a white sleeveless silk blouse, though she was unaware that the neck was cut a bit deep exposing a touch more cleavage than she normally did. She wore a black skirt, and black and white heels. She finished her ensemble by pulling her hair back loosely.

Now she found herself sitting in the parlor, reading the daily prophet with a modicum of disinterest. The article in question was of course about Harry as the majority of the daily prophet seemed to be about him and the triwizard tournament. She curious about what really happened, and figured eventually she could discern the truth for herself. She was interrupted by a slight pop.

"Mistress Black, Youse have visitors." The house elf said softly.

"Oh, lovely, let them in and direct them to the parlor please. Thank you Sid" She finished, folding the newspaper up. She took a deep breath and stood up, pressing her hands against her dress, smoothing out her blouse.

She didn't hear the door open, nor did she hear it close, she was vaguely aware of the steps as they reached the door to the parlor. She suddenly felt self-conscious. Taking a deep breath she faced the door and waited for them to turn in. The house elf came in first, followed by Sirius and his unnecessarily massive smile. He stood for a moment before standing to the side.

Harry walked in and paused, looking around momentarily before shyness took him. He turned his eyes to face the woman.

As if on cue the pair closed the distance between each other tentatively. She smiled at Harry who smiled back, before extending her hand in greeting. Harry remembering what Sirius had taught him took her dainty hand in his. 'It's so soft' he thought, blushing slightly before turning her hand up and kissing it lightly.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle Noir" he said with a thorough blush.

"Bonjour" She replied hesitantly.

Narcissa was dually surprised by the action, her own cheeks turning a dark shade of pink as she turned to look at Sirius with an inquisitive eye. He shrugged before speaking.

"So I guess I'll be going then, you two enjoy your date." He said before quickly shuffling from the room and closing the door.

Harry, who just realized he was still holding her hand dropped it and watched Sirius leave with disbelief. He had hoped the man would stay but figured that would never happen. He took a stilling breath before looking forward, the blessing of innocence taking its toll as he blushed even more. This was happening far too much he thought.


A/N: End of the chapter! Lol. Sorry. I just figured it would be better to end the chapter here, and actually dedicate a chapter to the pair. So for my readers and friends, the next chapter will actually be posted in a few hours. Sorry it's considerably shorter guys, my train of thought sucked today. Next chapter will be considerably longer. Regardless read and review.

Next Chapter: Harry and Narcissa.

I am inclined to think that the Black family is French in origin, thus the reason Sirius instructed Harry to greet Narcissa like that.

Toujours Pur