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Chapter Nine – Capturing a Wolf

Harry found the same room and didn't even wait for the sadistic bastard to point him to the next pool. He knew he'd have to continue on. He wasn't sure what would await him this time. He walked toward an unknown mate's pool. Perhaps it wasn't so unknown since he recently found Charlie. He knew his dragon mate would have a pool as well. What unexpected answers would he find in this one? He stepped into the next pool. It was filled with honey amber liquid. The familiar color sent shivers up his spine. He remembered seeing eyes that exact color before. He hoped he wasn't going to find the same face surrounding those eyes. He wasn't sure how he could deal with something like that. He was present for another mate's birth. He watched as a baby with honey tufts was handed to a kind looking mother with warm brown eyes. The proud father's blue eyes glimmered with emotion. He stood next to her looking down at his son.

Time passed and his mate's childhood was ideal until one night. He watched as his mate's father John walked through a village. John met up with a human Fenrir Greyback and stood up to the man. The feral grin that split the werewolf's face made Harry shudder. The next full moon found the four year old little boy infected. Harry wanted to cry for his little mate. He watched him shunned by the wizarding community around him for being a werewolf. He watched his mate receive his Hogwarts letter at age eleven. His parents shared looks of apprehension.

He watched the twinkling eyed headmaster promise to allow the wide eyed child to attend. He swore to ensure proper protections were in place. He smiled down at him, "You've been so brave dealing with your affliction Remus. I'm sure you'll make a wonderful Gryffindor."

Harry watched the Hogwarts years over again. He watched the reactions when the others discovered his mate's affliction. He watched the expression that passed over his face when he watched his friends pick on Severus. He was just too afraid of losing his friends. Harry once again was bombarded with memories of his mother and father. He saw the wedding from another perspective. He saw himself as a baby held by a sniffing Remus. Harry couldn't hold back the gasp when he heard Remus' words to him, "I don't know why this has happened to me. Harry, you smell like you're my mate. How can that be? How could someone as special as you be saddled with me? I can't claim you because I recognize you as my dominant mate. It doesn't make sense. I'm a dominant wolf, but I tend to be a submissive wizard. I'm just so confused. I can't tell your parents. They would never understand."

Harry struggled not to laugh at the absurdity of it as he watched his third year at Hogwarts over from his Defense professor's view. He saw the hatred originating from his first mate, but the man still diligently made the Wolfsbane potion for him. Harry watched as Remus struggled with being around Harry. He knew in the moment that Severus sheltered them from Moony, the wolf only wanted to claim his mate. He wanted to be claimed by his mate.

However, it was the most recent memories that caught in this throat. He watched an Emerald eyed, black furred, werewolf mount the familiar tawny werewolf. It was the location that gave it away for him. He was watching the reason for his most recent blackouts. He was the one thrusting so fast and hard into the howling wolf below him. He couldn't help but wonder why he had yet to mark his mate during a mating. Was it because he wasn't conscious? He soon shook himself from the vision.


Harry awoke and looked outside. The moon was still full, but it was only the 26th of August. So, it was the first full moon. He felt the shift and his paws padded down the hallway. He made his way downstairs and found Dobby waiting for him. The elf smiled and the door opened for him. He made his way onto the extensive grounds and howled. He heard an answering call. He found the tawny wolf from his dreams. The wolf whimpered and put his hind quarters in the air.

Harry mounted him and bit into his neck. He groaned as he lost himself in the moment. Was this werewolf in heat just like his tigress had been before the cubs? He felt the locking and knew it wouldn't end until the breeding was done. He couldn't stop and just continued pumping the howling wolf with his essence. He felt the body shudder underneath him as the moon set. He couldn't stop moving though. He could feel his body changing back to human form along with his mate. He was still seated in the man and just kept moving.

Remus groaned underneath him and thrust back as he moved forward. He went for the neck a second time feeling his fangs elongating. He bit down at the exact moment of his final orgasm. A light surrounded the two of them and went off in every direction. Harry pulled out of him and sat gasping next to him. Remus turned toward him with his eyes glowing gold. "Harry?"

Harry scooped the man up, "Just rest for now. I shall find a safe place for you."

Remus shut his eyes and cuddled against Harry's chest. He walked toward the open cellar door and found an unoccupied bed. He wasn't sure if it was where Remus stayed as a teen or if it was Dobby's work. He placed his mate in the bed and made his way upstairs.

He stood and quickly called a house elf. Dobby appeared before him awaiting his orders, "Dobby, I put one of my mates in the cellar. Please check on him and bring him breakfast. I'm sure that he'll probably need a couple of pain killers as well. Please bring Sirius with you when go to attend him. He's an old friend and I'm sure Sirius will know how to care for him."

He was making his way back to his room to shower and dress. He felt a wave of desperation. He got quick flashes of a man having a boy tied to a cross. The boy looked familiar but he couldn't quite place it. He quickly dressed in a pair of denims and a green tee. He found Draco, "Hey, are any of your friend's father's nutters like your grandfather?"

Draco jumped from the bed and shrieked in surprise. Harry couldn't help but notice the changes in him. His hair was more golden blond than its usual platinum. He loved the new curls on Draco's head. His eye changed from grey to crystal clear blue eyes. They drew him in like a fresh pool of water in the middle of the Sahara. Draco ran a shaky hand through his hair, "Theo, Blaise had his mother marry his father. I think he was hoping to protect our friend."

Harry nodded and felt that was who was calling to him, "I think he's a mate. He's in distress. I'm being pulled to him. Let Severus know to prepare the infirmary and alert the healer. I have a feeling he will need treatment."

Harry called Dobby and the elf popped before him. "Do you know where the Nott Manor is located?"

"Yes, Lucius sent me there frequently."

Harry nodded, "Please take me there right now." Upon setting foot on the grounds, he shifted back into his newly available wolf form. He was as streak of black with emerald eyes. He let out a strong growl. His colorblind vision looked up at a spiked iron gate. It had a square knot worked in to the center of the gate as if it were marking the family for which the manor was named. The gates automatically opened for him. He rushed up the pathway and toward the back gardens. A small part of his still human mind couldn't help but wonder what it was with abusive pureblood parents. Why did they always torture their children in the back gardens?

He felt a growl erupt from his throat as he found the despicable man taking a whip to one of his precious submissive mates. The sable haired male was slumped over. His head rested on the wooden post his arms were tied to. His back was arched with rivers of blood running down it. The man over him looked more like a grandfather rather than father. What caused his instinctual reaction was the sight of the hot iron magically moving in and out of his unclaimed mate. He just growled and pounced on the man. His jowls went straight for the abusers throat. He heard a sickening but somehow satisfying snap before he tossed the man away. There was a strange tingling noise before the body landed with a thud. Harry sat on his haunches staring at his unconscious mate. He shifted back into his human form.

He cast and found his silvery stag awaiting his orders. "Go find Blaise and tell him, 'I am outside with your step-brother. Your step father is dead. Please come with a proper healing kit. Wounds include open whipping lacerations and severe burns. Please come quickly.'" The stag bounded off to the house as Harry slowly approached his harmed mate.

He sighed not sure if such materials from the house would be enough. He groaned not sure what to do. He called Dobby who appeared with the healer. "You are anticipating my needs again."

The elf nodded with a smile and popped away.

Harry didn't even bat an eyelash when the elven healer pulled out her wand. She quickly casted healing charm after healing charm. He was drawn to comforting his mate. Another broken mate to add to his collection, what was he to do? Spending a few years in the time bubble before going back to Hogwarts was becoming a possibility.

He walked around to the other end of the post where the rising sun was blanketing the grounds with early morning light. He slowly reached out to lift his mate's head up. He wiped away the still falling tears from the closed eyes. He shushed the whimpers coming from his mate. He looked to the healer and she nodded before severing the rope that tied his mate's wrists together. He levitated his mate over to the stone bench where he took a seat first. He had his mate lying on his stomach with his head turned in Harry's lap. Harry ran his fingers through his mate's mussed hair. The healer began to work. He watched the rivers of red on the back close up. He watched her cast a few spells on his nether regions.

She sighed, "I've healed it as best as I could, but he will need a salve applied daily for at least a month. It looks like that hot iron was enchanted as well."

Harry nodded, "I really wish I knew what makes a man turn against his son. Will you join us in the time bubble upon our return? I'm sure we'll spend a few years there, but all of my mates need the time. Are you just as skilled with helping patients overcome trauma?"

Her eyes danced with orange and blue hues and she smiled, "I have lived a long time. I have watched the growth and development of psychology. I have learned from the muggles about disorders like PTSD. We will want to have group therapy."

He nodded and looked toward the manor. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the two dark shapes bounding toward them from the house. A son and mother stood before him. The boy had creamy mocha late colored skin and exotic wine colored eyes. His mother was an exotic beauty with a similar shade of complexion. She possessed eyes so dark they were almost black if it weren't for the slight cherry hue to them. Her eyes were surrounded in Egyptian style Kohl and her lips were as red as blood. She scowled at him as if he was responsible for the still weak state of her step-son. Harry shook his head and pointed toward the dead body still lying in a pool of blood on the flagstone garden path, "I arrived in time to watch that beast whip his son while magically raping him with a hot iron poker. I called my healer here and she has healed most of it. I fear Ms. Zabini you are once again widowed."

Her smile turned feral, "I say good ridden to bad rubbish."

"I don't know how I'll help him. He's in so much pain. I can feel his emotional turmoil. I fear it will be a while before he'll accept even a kind hand in his vicinity," he ran his fingers through the unconscious young man's hair.

He watched as the woman pulled out her wand and began casting diagnostic spells. She looked over at the Healer. "It's not that I don't trust your skill."

The healer nodded, "I'm guessing this isn't the first time you've had to come out here to heal him this summer."

Blaise pulled out salves from the basket he carried. He shook his head no, "We've had to resort to magically restraining the elder Nott. He must've somehow thrown off his magical bindings last night. We didn't know that he had Theo out here. We would've intervened had we known."

Harry shook his head, "There is very little you could've done to stop that beast. I only had the advantage of having a werewolf mate. Thus, I arrived in an overly strong wolf form. I acted without the limits of human conscious. Since it is only a couple of days until we leave for sixth year, I think it is best if you pack up this manor and stay at mine. I hope to make it a perfect home for all of my mates." He looked toward the woman, "Your son and step-son included."

Ms. Zabini didn't respond until after watching the healer use her skill to apply the balm to the badly burned canal, "I guess we can go and see what this manor looks like. Is that where you expect me to stay while all of you go to Hogwarts?"

Harry smiled, "I don't expect anything of you, but I would love for you to stay there. I'll likely be leaving Remus behind as well, since I don't have a valid reason for him joining us. I had plans to have Maeve come with us as my pet tiger. That changed when we had the cubs. She will need to stay at the manor with them. I believe we will return for holidays there. I am expecting an invitation that may take us somewhere else."

Ms. Zabini nodded, "Yes, it would be best for me to be secluded as long as I am in my current condition. Plus all the manors that I have acquired through my careful maneuvering are not currently accessible to us. I have put them under an inheritance contract for Blaise. We will not have access to those properties again until November. So, I can stay at your home until then. I didn't want that wretched man to somehow get his hands on our wealth. I only married him at my son's behest to protect his friend from the fiend."

Blaise's red velvet eyes widened, "Mother, why didn't you tell me you've conceived your second child?"

She pulled he son into a side hug, "Darling, I just realized my condition this morning. You know how slow the gestation period is for me. I hope that Harry will entertain me for the full amount of time."

Harry nodded, "I will have to discuss it with Theo, but I have a feeling that he may not want to keep his current surname. If that is the case, then I'm sure we can name your unborn child the new Nott Heir. I will take you three with me through the floo after you give the house elves their orders. I'm sure I can send over one my elves to assist them and show them the way."

He turned to the healer, "You can apperate back if you like. I am sure you still want to see to the infirmary and advised Severus of what is needed."

She nodded and disappeared with a pop.


Too much time had passed since her fake husband and supposed son had left her alone in the manor. She just awaited the Gringotts notice that her marriage was annulled. She was honest when she stated that she and Lucius never consummated their marriage. How could they? Lucius monster of a father had removed that possibility long before the two were wed. Oh and what a monster that man was. She didn't want to think about what life was like when she first moved into the manor, but the even the deepest buried memories had to surface sometime.

It had been their wedding night when Abraxas shoved that horrible male fertility potion down Lucius' throat and mated him as if he were nothing but a dog. Narcissa had been forced to watch in her white gown as her new husband pleaded with Abraxas to stop. The man had done nothing to prepare him before entry. The copious amount of come was mixed with Lucius' own blood. The scene didn't bode well for the rest of her marriage. Somewhere deep within her, she knew that something needed to be done about the beast before her. It was announced a week later that Narcissa was with child. Abraxas would never tell the truth about his submissive son.

One thing the man hadn't expected when he had chosen a Black daughter for a bride was the fact Narcissa was a Black. She'd been raised with knowledge of both poisons and Dark Arts. She utilized the vast library at the manor. She knew she needed to do something about the monster that had control before her life lay in ruins.

Everything came to a head the day that Draco was born. Apparently, the beast didn't like the sickly way that Draco looked. Something about him being nothing but a weak submissive. The baby wasn't even expected to live long enough to attend Hogwarts. However, his comments didn't stop Lucius for caring for his son. The red rimmed eyes she saw were remnants from the tears that Lucius shed for his son. It wasn't long before Severus was called to the manor to assist with Draco's condition. Her husband was determined to have his son live.

That night when she slept in her bed, she awoke to an uninvited visitor. She'd smelt the fire whiskey on the man's breath. She knew that whatever was to follow did not bode well for her. She reached for her wand but he'd already summoned it to him. "I should've known my useless son couldn't carry anything but a useless son. We need another child darling. We must keep my son's inferior genetics out of it. You shall carry my dominate son. I know the strength that runs through the Black veins. I really do regret marrying that Delacour bitch."

Narcissa hit and kicked the man as he came closer. With a quick flick of his wrist, he had her tied to the bed, "Now, now. Surely you knew what you were getting yourself into when you married my son. He could never satisfy your needs, so that delight falls to me."

She shook her head no. She felt anger boil though her so strong. She was sure she'd died from the flames running through her veins. This man thought he could take something from her that only belonged to her mate? He would die. She would make sure he died a horrible grizzly death and then she'd find her mate. She knew he was still alive no matter what the family thought. She would've sensed it the moment he'd died if he really had. Her mate was crafty and surely faked his own death to get away from her horrible aunt. That same aunt decided right after Andromeda's elopement that Narcissa should be the next Lady Malfoy. She pulled against the ropes as she let out a high pitched screech that couldn't have come from her throat.

It didn't stop him from entering her and with a few quick thrusts release within her. Her chest burned and her mind gave away to something primitive. It wasn't until she woke the next morning and found the claw-like marks that appeared all over the passed out man's chest. She quickly checked for his pulse and sighed when she realized he was still alive. She levitated him into one of the bedrooms for the sick. It had all of the proper safety protocols that would prevent the man from leaving the room. She smirked as she left knowing that man would regret the day he ever decided to violate a Black.

She hummed to herself as she walked back to the library, "Now, what horrible disease does a demon like you deserve to suffer?"

She looked through book after book before she found the debilitating symptoms of Dragon Pox. Sure they had created a vaccine for it, but it wouldn't take much for her to brew a resistant strand. She could even make sure it only attack Abraxas' magical signature. Now she just needed to find what other poisons she could add to his food. She smirked knowing he would be dead within the month. To everyone else, it would look like natural causes. She could then control her husband. A submissive like him would need someone to hold everything together. He wouldn't mind if she disappeared from the manor. She could spend time with her mate. She knew she'd search for him the moment that Abraxas popped his clogs. She hoped he would explode those clogs.

She had been correct in her assumptions as Abraxas was dead before Draco's first month of life. It didn't take much to have everything taken care of and all assets transferred to her husband's name. No one questioned his death. Severus offered to live with them so that he could help take care of the sickly Draco.

She remembered the first time her eyes met those innocent grey ones. Her heart swelled and something in her knew that he would be a creature like her. She smiled and ran a finger over his light platinum hair. "I may not be your mummy love. I will protect you as if you were one of my own until your daddy's mate makes an appearance. You will no longer need me when that day comes. I will finally be free to find someone of my own."

It was two weeks later that she discovered her own prognosis, "That bastard had to be that fertile. I never wanted to carry a child from someone other than my mate. If he weren't already dead, I'd rip his head off and feed it to a bloody dragon."

She quickly ran to her bedroom and packed for her trip. It wouldn't be long before she found her mate. She hoped he could make things better. As soon as her bags were packed, she closed her eyes and focused on the string that connected him to her. She pulled and soon stood before a stone cottage with a thatch roof. She looked around at the cobbled streets. She got the feeling she was somewhere in the eastern part of the continent. She had no idea where exactly, but she did look around. She saw dragons in the surrounding mountains, "I should've known you'd run off to a dragon preserve, Reggie."

She knocked on the door. She gasped at the man who appeared before her. He looked so much different than the Reggie she'd grown up with. His long dark brown hair now fell in black cherry streams. His eyes glowed silver with a knowledge that remained unknown to her. Lastly, his usually rounded ears came up in delicate elfin points. "You look so much different than I remember, Reggie."

"I must've forgotten my glamour when I sensed your presence." His eyes sparkled as he grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her inside, "My mate, what are you doing so far from your husband?"

She shook her white-blonde locks, "No, I never wanted him. I was forced into the marriage by your horrible mother. You were gone. I never consummated the marriage bond because he was made a eunuch by his own father."

He started sniffing her with his delicate button nose, "Why do you smell with child if you never consummated your marriage?"

She felt sorrow well up within her and tears forming in her already cried out eyes, "I never wanted it. Abraxas forced me after Draco was born so weak. What did that bastard expect would happen when a child was born from such incestuous relations? Worry not about him, love. I put my Black ingenuity together and he is no longer of the living. Though, I wish I remembered how I almost flayed his skin from is bones that night."

Regulus tipped his head back and let out a strong laugh. The light reflected from his moonstone shimmering skin, "Darling Narcissa, did you not know of your own Veela inheritance? You must've turned into one hell of a harpy to not remember the damage you did to your rapist." He gently kissed her temple before pulling her to his chest, "What are you going to do about the baby?"

"I can't keep it. I fear I will not be able to give it the love it deserves. I will have to return one day to play my part as the perfect mother to poor Draco. I fear he may not make it past his first birthday. That boy was pooling blood after birth. I'm surprised that Severus was able to stop it with blood clotting potions. He's the boy's godfather, you see. He's been there since day one. I fear he will be an even larger part of our life as time continues on."

Regulus lifted her into his arms and smiled beautifully showing perfect white teeth, "We can continue this conversation later, but if we want that child of yours to carry any of your mate's genetics then we should go fulfill our bond. I can't wait to have you lying between my sheets begging me to take you another time. I understand that you will need to leave our child with me. Know that I will love and raise that child as if you were able to live with us all the time."

Tears fell from her eyes, "You promise."

"Of course love." He set her down on his large platform bed. Its bedding was a black as midnight along with the curtains that framed the single window in the room. The walls were exposed stone and the floor seemed to be unfinished slate. However, he had several butter soft rabbit rugs around the bed. His long and tapered fingers worked each button on her blouse. Once he had access he started kissing her exposed chest and worked to free her taught nipples from the constraining cups of her bra.

Heat pooled in her belly as his fingers caused hot desire flood through whichever part of her body they touched. It soon became too much for her delicate sensibilities, "I can't take anymore teasing. I need you in me now!"

Reggie chuckled, "I shall always fulfill the demands of my queen." It was only moments later he was fully sheathed. Narcissa felt bliss when he started moving to his own beat. The experience before her felt so much better than she ever thought possible. A piece within her seemed to reach out to him and complete something that was missing from within for far too long. Everyone one of her nerves was in sensory overload when fireworks exploded from behind her eyes. It only took him a couple more thrusts before he was following her into perfection. She soon cuddled up to her mate in their bliss. She had felt at peace and fell into the most refreshing sleep she had had in her life. Her dreams were filled with those of twins, a girl and boy, blond and brunette.

She had stayed with him until the following year in January, when her children were born. She had been in labor for an undetermined amount of time, but she really wanted the pain to end. She pushed with all of her might and heard a perfect scream. Reggie placed the baby on her chest when she felt another overwhelming need to push. Reggie's father Alexander gasped, "Oh my, what a beautiful Veela. I wasn't expecting to have such a beauty for a granddaughter."

Regulus admonished him, "Come on, with our elf ancestry and Narcissa's Veela heritage, you had to know that at least one of our children would be Veela."

Alexander coughed, "Yes, well your son is definitely a shadow elf like his father. You have twins that are polar opposites of one another. One girl and one boy, one dark and one light, I think you'll have a handful when it's time for them to go to school."

Regulus crossed his arms and glared at him, "I guess that our son will just have to go to Durmstrang. We'll send our princess to Beauxbatons so she can be close to other Veelas her age."

Narcissa looked down at the two little miracle babies and was happy to see her beloved mate within both of them and none of her rapist, "Now, I don't want you to go planning their future from the first day they're born. They are two little individuals. They'll need the freedom to bloom. Now we just need to figure out whom to name as their godparents."

Regulus smiled, "I would love if you'd allow me to make Vidor Clovis Baum, a longtime family friend, our son's godfather. I'd love to make my brother Sirius our daughter's godfather, but we wouldn't be able to notify him of it. I'm not sure how he'd react when he discovers I faked my own death. Also, I have no idea how to contact him. We need to keep their existence secret. So, perhaps we can do the ceremony without his knowledge."

Narcissa nodded, "I would like to make my mother's youngest sister Apolline Delacour our daughter's godmother, since she's half-Veela. I would like to think of someone appropriate for our son. I know, my sister Andromeda was disowned when she married a muggleborn. I would like her to be our son's godmother."

"It's settled then. I'm sure that we could get her to travel here for the ceremony. Perhaps we could also get Sirius here and obliviate him after the ceremony. Andromeda's able to keep a secret, right?"

Narcissa smiled, "She's a mind healer, what do you think?"

"You could probably use a consultation from her after everything you've been through. I guess we should see if we could get her, Teddy, and their daughter to stay with us for a bit. You know that you'll have to return to England soon. I'll invite them all right away. I don't need to tell Sirius why he's being summoned to a dragon preserve. Perhaps I can even use his Auror status against him."

The ceremony had ended with Sirius being obliviated and sent on his way. Andromeda stayed along with her family. She promised to keep the children's existence a secret before they all returned to England a month later. Narcissa was delighted to meet Vidor, but found him to be quite odd. He apparently was much older than her. He saw many horrors in his life. He had short pixie like reddish brown hair and a rounded face with high cheekbones and a tiny little nose. So, basically everything about him screamed fairy, which made sense when he pulled out his large wings. She couldn't help but notice the protective look he had on his face when he held her little Aquila Dominicus Gamp in his arms. At the same time there was great sadness in his golden eyes.

She smiled when she remembered the happiness she saw in Andromeda's eyes when she held little Venus Zinnia Gamp. She really was both a proud aunt of the little beauty. Apolline stole the little girl from her. Andromeda was just as happy to hold little Aquila, for whom she was the proud godmother. Narcissa missed both of her children when she returned to Malfoy Manor. She had the promise of both Apolline and Andromeda that they would visit her children regularly. Also, Regulus had promised to send plenty of photos by owl. It was shortly after Draco's first birthday that Narcissa made her annual shopping trip where she used that as an excuse to spend time with her mate and children in Romania. Once Draco went off to school, Narcissa would spend the fall and spring terms with Regulus. She would still make trips in the summer so she could see her children. She always had to spend winter break at home with her "son" Draco. She had a reprieve in his second year, as Draco had decided to stay at Hogwarts.

She even had to fight Lucius about sending Draco to Hogwarts because she really didn't want the little brat to meet her perfect son at Durmstrang. Her daughter was doing wonderfully in her first year at Beauxbatons where her godmother's eldest daughter, Fleur, took her under her wing. She enjoyed hearing her daughter speak fluent French before switching to perfect English. Narcissa never had to worry about her daughter having a horribly thick French accent. Narcissa was also happy after the return of the Dark Lord that her children were protected at schools far away from Wizarding Britain. Her son had been taken under Viktor Krum's wing. He was trained as his replacement seeker for their house team. The young man really took after his father.

Narcissa wanted to scream as the memories floated away and she stared at herself in the mirror. She missed her family and she wasn't able to even sneak away to visit them when the manor was occupied by that horrible snake man. She was itching for that annulment and wondered why Black didn't act quickly enough. Her son's unknowing godfather really needed to get his act together. Surely it should've only taken hours to contact the Goblins. Not the day that had passed since they left. Then as if by merely thinking it, an owl tapped on her window. She smiled as she opened the window and read the announcement that her marriage to Lucius had been annulled. It didn't take much for the Magic within the marriage department to determine that the two married had never cemented their bond. It was based on magical signatures. Thus Abraxas' actions did not seal their bond. She quickly called an elf to have all of her things packed and delivered to Regulus' home. She smiled when it was time to spin on the spot. She appeared before that same familiar dark wood door. She barely knocked when the door was thrown open and her perfect mate stood before her. She smiled as he pulled her into a hug, "It's over darling. You're bother had my marriage annulled. We are finally free to legally bind our mateship. We will finally be a true family."

Regulus' silver eyes fixated on her, "What happened to Lucius?"

She smirked, "His mate finally found him. Harry Potter is some sort of unknown creature that needs more than one mate. He's not only Lucius' but also Draco's. I'm not sure how many others are tied to him but Severus and Sirius were already his mates. You better hide your other bother. That boy is collecting mates like other's collect Chocolate Frog cards."

Regulus laughed, "Then I just really must keep him away from Alin."

Narcissa shook her head no, "That's not possible. I plan on inviting them to stay with us during the winter holidays. It's time that we celebrate as a huge family. I'd like to invite the Delacours and Andromeda as well."

Regulus sighed, "Does that mean I'll have to deal with your father? You know that didn't go over well when I first met him after your mother told you the truth. I mean how did we not see it sooner? The Blacks were never known for Veela heritage. Sure your mother had a half-Veela as a little sister, but that was because your grandfather remarried. It's still surprising that your mother had an affair with Lucius's mother's brother. That makes the two of you cousins, so I guess Abraxas really did want to keep it in the family after all. Not only did he violate his own son, he also made him marry his cousin."

"Oh hush you. Neither Abraxas nor Walburga knew that I wasn't Cygnus Black's daughter."

"I know darling. The kids are out with Vidor and Alin watching Dragon Handler Weasley. I've missed you so much at its time that I rechristen my mate." He lifted Narcissa into his arms and led her to his bedroom. "I will make sure you're deliciously sore love that you will never contemplate leaving us again."