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 it's fun for now and you guys seem to be enjoying it. 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.

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, they have become my new addiction.

Sorry for the lack of updates recently but I've been desperately trying to finish the first year of my other story, Cassandra Evans. But you've all been such good, patient boys and girls and hey it's Christmas Day so I thought that I'd give you a present and treat you all to the chapter that I've been looking forward to since I began this fic. Yes here it comes. My big fat Black wedding.

Buckle up kiddies this is going to be all kinds of fun.

Dylan the Rabbit. xx

BLACK MADNESS

From her position on the rooftop Selene watched the group being vanished away and smiled as she went over the previous nights events again. The black haired girl with the wierd eyes was apparently the Snake Man's most outspoken and vicious opponent and didn't appear to be above robbery, murder and the use of high explosives on him and his supporters. Also if last night was any guide she seemed like a lot of fun to be around. Selene's smile broke into a grin. Yes she had definitely picked the right one to ally with. Snake face was going down.

CHAPTER 21.

Black Manor, Suffolk. 11th August 1996. 06.30am.

Her private master bathroom attached to the walk in closet in her bedroom suite was probably Alice black's favourite room in the whole of her manor she had decided. She didn't know whether it was the quiet, candlelit aura of the place or if it was just the fact that the bath itself was so fucking huge but this bathroom just really made her feel at peace. It was her own little hideaway where nobody, not even her elves were allowed and she could just relax the stress of the day away. Or make herself beautiful for her wedding as was today's case. No, there was nothing quite as luxurious or as refreshing to a tired body as a long hot soak after a night of drunken debauchery. Alice's quiet, thoughtful and relaxing bath was destined not to last too long though as the bathroom door slammed open and a red streak came hurtling into the room.

"Wheeeee!"

With a huge splash a flame haired Alice seeking missile by the name of Ginny Weasley leapt into the enormous, sunken tub and resurfaced a moment later right between her legs and gave her a scorching, passionate if rather wet kiss.

"Good morning fiancee."

"Well hello to you too. Not that I'm complaining love but shouldn't you be donig this somewhere else this morning. I do seem to recall reading that it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

"That's what mum said, yes but I ignored her because then I wouldn't to get have my morning naughty time with my soon to be wife now would I."

"Frisky today aren't we my slutty little vixen."

"Must be the company I've been keeping lately." Ginny mused. "I was such a good girl until this insane black haired psychopath came along and seduced me with her wicked, corrupt ... mmmph" The flow of words was interrupted by a kiss. "Evil ... mmmph ... magical ... mmmph ... sexy ... mmmph ... ways."

"Do you have any idea how long it takes me to look my best for you on a normal day let alone this day Ginevra?"

"You look perfect right now." A very naughty smile crept on to the red heads face. "Good enough to eat in fact."

"So much for me corrupting you."

Alice sighed deeply and happily as Ginny moved lower down her body and disappeared beneath the warm water. Yep. Definitely her favourite room in the whole of ... her train thought was somehow suddenly lost.

Sitting Room, Black Manor, Suffolk. 11th August 1996. 09.30am.

"Good morning Auror Black, my name is Penelope Clearwater from Witch Weekly and i'll be covering today's nuptials for our special edition. I thought I'd start with some interviews with the family if you have the time."

"No problem, I've got all the time in the ... wait a minute. Penelope Clearwater. You're that reporter that Alice got all friendly with last year aren't you" Nym waggled her eyebrows and grinned lasciviously at her. "I'm a big fan and may I just say. Bravo on your performance."

To Nymphadora's horror the reporter in question looked absolutely stricken and failed to supress a tearful sob. Nym stopped her next light hearted comment from making an appearance as she regarded the, now weeping witch more carefully and seeing a reflection of her own pain. Ah so that was it. The girl was in love with Alice. She could sympathise with that having both been there and done that. It had taken her months to get over her cousin if she ever really had and there was still a little pang every time she saw the raven haired lunatic being all sweet and lovey dovey with Ginny. It could have been her. It should have been her. Penelope obviously thought the same.

"It's alright love, let it out. I understand. Trust me I understand."

Her breath caught as big, tear filled eyes stared up at her. She held the distraught, crying girl to her and felt the familiar twitch of desire course through her loins. Well it had been a really long time and there was nothing wrong with comforting a witch in distress was there. It was almost an act of charity.

"You too?"

"Yep. Me too."

"I'm sorry for crying all over it's not very professional is it. It's just, I miss her so much."

A very wicked idea began to take shape in Nymphadora's head and she leaned in close to whisper.

"You know I'm a metamorph and I can make myself look like her."

She raised her eyebrows and and then grinned at the surprised but extraordinarilly excited look that Penny was giving her. Nym started to shift and surprise and excitement turned to sheer, unadulterated lust.

Sitting Room, Black Manor, Suffolk. 11th August 1996. Ten minutes later.

"This way Appoline, I thought that we'd take our tea in here and I can get acquainted with your delightful daughters. What the bloody hell. Nymphadora!"

"It look like someone else also 'ad the idea to use this room to get acquainted. N'est pas. Although this look very much like Lady Alice. Non?"

"I'd know that bloody birthmark anywhere. That's my daughter."

For the second time in her life (two too many in her opinion) a very naked Penny looked in horror over the shoulder of an equally naked girl who had two of her fingers buried deep inside of her straight into the face of a thunderous looking Andromeda Black. This time however there were three additional people in the room as well, as Nym's mother had been followed into the sitting room by two incredibly attractive blonde women and ... Oh my god a Ten year old girl. This day could just not get any worse she thought. As usual in a situation involving the Black family she was underestimating both her level of embarrassment that could be suffered and her capacity for being wrong. Completely, hopelessly and utterly wrong. It was the youngest occupant of the sitting room who recovered first.

"Fleur, Fleur. Que'st qu'ils fait?"

Gabrielle Delacour's older sister didn't miss a beat. She simply leaned down and with a smile on her lovely face and said.

"Il's sont putain."

The little girl's face lit up and she ran across to the still very intimately connected couple with a wonderous expression.

"S'il vous plait. Continue. Eeet is very ... ed .. u ..ca .. tion .. al."

She smiled beautifically up at them extremely pleased with her 'Eengleesh' phrasing. Before anyone could answer there was a loud snort from the doorway and all eyes turned in that direction to see a hysterically giggling figure wearing nothing but a bathrobe hanging onto the frame and trying not to fall over. Penny buried her face into Nym's shoulder and tried to hide. Her day was now complete.

Alice Black had arrived.

"Ohhhh Nym you shouldn't have. It's just the most perfectest wedding present ever."

As the laughing nutter bounced out of the room and skipped away dragging her aunt along with her she could be heard shouting at the top her voice for somebody to please get her a fucking pensieve. Like right fucking now.

"Soooo. tea anyone?"

The Rose Garden, Black Manor, Suffolk. 11th August 1996. 14.30 pm.

Bellatrix looked around at the transformed rose garden and wept a little as she remembered her own nuptials on the beach in Southern France all those years ago. Alice had most definitely gotten her sense of romance from her father, along with his nasty temper of course, if this stunning set up was anything to go by. The chairs for the guests were fashioned from twisted wood and pink, red and whilte flowers seemed to fairly burst forth from them to create a natural petal covered aisle down to an altar and wedding arch similarly bedecked. What was more amazing was that Alice had done this all herself not even letting the elves or her family help with this part of the preparations. They could do whatever they wanted for pre and post ceremony celebrations but she had insisted that this was hers to do and nobody else's. Really she had no idea that the girl was so gifted when it came to natural magic.

Considering that it was taking place in this utter madhouse the wedding itself was a rather sweet and lovely affair full of smiling stoic wizards and whispering, tearfull witches all holding their collective breath as the Chief Warlock, Albus Dumbledore bound the hands of the two white clad figures beneath the flower laced arch. As the old man said the traditional words to bind these beautiful and extraordinary young women together in the eyes of the law and in front of their friends and families there was not a dry eye in the garden, including his own. The first kiss was exchanged between the brides and at last breaths were let out in an uproar of cheering and whooping for the Ladies Black as the many cameras flashed.

As the happy couple glided serenely back down the petal covered aisle the rest of the Black tank corps formed a ceremonial arch with an odd assortment of some of Alice's favourite weapons from their armoury and, to the great amusement of the other guests, the two brides were ushered to their reception with a rousing rendition of Das Panzerlied. It continued as they reached the end and climbed onto their ride, no horse and carriage for this unconventional pair just Alice's beloved Mark Four panzer. Grandpa David Granger gave the girls a wink and a smile from the drivers seat, started the engine and they were off. Love, tears and laughter and a tank ride back to the entrance of their manor. Could this day get any more perfect Alice thought. She looked at the beautiful red head perched next to her on the main gun of the Mark Four and smiled. Of course it could.

Nym took a weeping Peneope's hand and kissed her on the cheek. Both their dreams were over but neither of them could truthfully say that it wasn't right. Alice had chosen her bride and it was more than time that they both accept her choice and move on with their lives. It was time to start fresh.

Main Ball Room, Black Manor, Suffolk. 11th August 1996. 17.30 pm.

Selene clicked the shutter of her camera on another pair of smiling dancers as she moved quietly through the large open space of Black Manor's impressive ball room. Her brief from the magazine was to get as many pictures as possible of the great and the good assembled here today for the special society wedding edition due out next week. Her own less well known mission was to document the army that this scarily insane young woman was forming to take on the worst dark lord that Britain had seen in three centuries and to find their strengths and weaknesses. Certainly she was doing this to help them initially but it was also a fact that no-one knew what this Black Queen's final agenda was and down the line they may end up having to fight this amy. In those circumstances the time she spent here could be invaluable.

She had got some fabulous action shots of the happy couple's first dance and had then moved among the rest singling out the scarlet coated tank girls for special attention from her camera while using her enhanced hearing to pick up how these young women spoke and behaved. Her conclusions were that this was an incredibly tight knit group of feminists and yes, soldiers seeking to end the not so subtle culture of misogeny and blood purity nonsense promoted in this backwards society by it's male dominated government. Selene thoroughly approved of this as well as of their fearless leader's tactics of persuasion by threat backed up with extreme violence whenever she felt that she could get away with it. Clever, careful and utterly insane. Alice Black was someone that she could really get behind. She jumped as a silky smooth voice sounded almost in her ear.

"So what's it like being a vampire then?"

She narrowed her eyes in frustration and tried not to think about how this blonde, aristocratic woman had just sneaked up on the most feared Death Dealer in Europe. Selene forced herself to calm down and put on her best innocent puppy look.

"I'm sorry?"

"Really dear it's not difficult to work it out. The skin, the eyes, the huge black umbrella on a cloudless August day and of course." Here the woman looked her up and down with what could only be interpreted as a positively lecherous examination of her form. "The ... outfit. Miss?"

"It's Selene and I ... I ... I'm not a vampire." God she was fucking stuttering now. This damned (sexy) woman was doing all kinds of wierd shit to her, resurrecting emotions that she had blunted with over a century of un-life.

"Well I'm Narcissa. Narcissa Black and if you want to go continue our little dicussion further perhaps we should go somewhere a touch more private."

"No." (YES).

She forced herself to ignore the (beautiful) distraction and to concentrate once more on her targets. Any one of them would do. Ah that one. The intelligent one with the bushy hair slow dancing with her petite, lithe blonde (mmm blonde) girlfriend. Hermione Granger, muggle born and clearly the groups second in command. The other girls were merciless in their teasing of her but also very wary of her scarilly brilliant mind and always appeared to be on guard against any retaliation. A good choice for lieutenant. She looked closer as the big eyed blonde Luna said something to her and receiving a resigned nod in response headed up to the microphone on the stage.

"Oh dear it looks like Luna's decided to sing. Are sure you don't want to go somewhere else? Anywhere else? No? Oh well. I don't suppose you have any ear plugs do you?"

Narcissa was still there and had clearly not given up on trying to persuade her to leave for some ill advised (wonderfully sensous) tryst with her, although she did seem to have a bit more urgency about her now. Surely the sweet little blonde on the stage couldn't be that bad a singer.

Two and a half interminably long minutes later she was wishing that she had taken Narcissa up on her offer.

" Let it go, let it go
And I'll rise like the break of dawn
Let it go, let it go
That perfect girl is gone!

Here I stand
In the light of day
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway!"

As Luna smiled at the poilte applause, seriously were all these people tone deaf, and started talking to the musicians obviously intending to perform again Selene grabbed the surprised older blonde witch by the hand and headed quickly for the exit.

"Come on take me somewhere."

"Where would you like to ..."

"I don't care, any fucking where, just do it quickly before she starts again."

Cissy smirked and apparated them straight to her bedroom. Well the girl did say anywhere.

Honeymoon Suite, Seraphim's Magical Hotel, St. Lucia. 11th August 1996. 10.00 pm.

Alice and Ginny were lying next to each other on the king size bed in their hotel bedroom having a little nap before the light supper that they had ordered arrived. That they were in the Princess Honeymoon Suite did not go un-noticed by either of the girls although they preferred not to think about how Alice's mum had got enough cash to send them here for their wedding gift. It was no doubt something highly illegal and morally reprehensible. Despite the rest of her family's misgivings Ginny found that she actually really liked Bellatrix and the two of them had got on like a veritable house on fire after she had suffered the usual 'betray my daughter and I'll hurt you' speech only responding by saying that she was quite partial to a bit of pain and winking. They had pretty much been best buddies after that. Ginny was roused from her thoughtful semi slumber by a delicate hand stroking her cheek. She opened her eyes and smiled at her wife.

"Hello Lady Black. Have you had a pleasant day thus far."

"Why yes Lady Black, it's been rather lovely. I got married you know."

"Did you really. How exciting. Is your new wife pretty?"

"No." Alice glared at her. "Not pretty. Beautiful. I married the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Really, I thought I did that."

"Soppy twat."

"Hey it's my honeymoon. I'm allowed to be a soppy twat. In fact I think that it's a legal requirement."

Ginny snorted and began to giggle.

"Yeah because you're always soooo concerned about what's legal."

"Well in this case I think that it's a law I should follow to the letter." She was rewarded for her chivalry with a steamy kiss. "Are you hungry love?"

"I could eat. But hang on the supper's not here for another half hour is it?"

"Who said anything about food."

"Ohhhhhhhh."

"Oh indeed Lady Black. Oh indeed."

Needless to say they they didn't get to their supper.

One, two, three. Ahhhhhh.

If you want to hear it, and I thoroughly recommend it, you can search you tube for Girls und Panzer, Panzerlied. It's very cool. I think you can probably find Let it Go by yourselves.

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