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Bella
Nymphadora giggled as she sat up from the bed, summoning her dress from the floor. She raised her eyebrow at the man next to her as he held his hand out, grabbing the dress before it could get to her.
"What are you doing?" Dora smirked then yelped out in shock as she was pulled back into the bed "Rab . . ." she sighed as he leant down, kissing her neck.
"Stay . . ." the man smirked against her neck as she moaned.
"Stop it." Dora sighed.
"I will if you can say that like you mean it." Rabastan smirked.
Nymphadora rolled her eyes, reaching over and taking her dress off of the man, unable to help the sly smirk on her face "I mean it. I have to go meet my Aunt."
"No fun." Rabastan groaned as he leaned back into the bed, watching the girl as she tried to get her dress back on.
"Sorry, I have to go meet my Aunt." Dora sighed as she walked over to the mirror, she bit her lip at her obvious bed hair contemplating it for a few moments before she screwed her eyes shut, morphing it short and bright pink.
"Well," Rabastan laughed as he got up, walking behind the girl "if you're going out with Narcissa I'd maybe choose something a little less . . . bright."
Dora rolled her eyes before turning her bright pink into a deep mahogany that fell just past her shoulders, she smirked as Rabastan placed a hand on her hip "Better?"
Rabastan shrugged "I don't care what colour your hair is . . . but your Aunt will be more pleased."
Dora smiled at his reflection in the mirror before she winced as he tightened her corset "Okay, ow."
"You're welcome." Rabastan chuckled.
Nymphadora rolled her eyes before she took her wand from the bedside table and opened the door, she froze as she was met with the gaze of Rodolphus Lestrange, the man clearly just about to knock on the door. He stared at her for a moment before looking over her shoulder to his brother who was doing up the buttons on his shirt. He rolled his eyes before he looked to his brother over the girl's head.
"Don't tell me you're that stupid, Rabastan?" Rodolphus asked the man in French "Not trying to seduce my wife's daughter are we?"
Nymphadora rolled her eyes as she moved to the side to let the man in, Rabastan replying to his brother in their shared language "I'm not stupid. I'm very smart."
"No, she'll murder you." Rodolphus replied "Was it really worth your life to have a play thing for a little while?"
Rabastan glared at his brother "You wouldn't dare."
"Wouldn't I?" Rodolphus raised an eyebrow at the man.
"No." Nymphadora smirked as the man turned to face her as she spoke in French "You wouldn't dare say anything to my mother because if you did I'd tell her about how on my first night here you threw a Crucio at me. I'm sure she'd find that information far more interesting than what you think you've seen here."
Rodolphus Lestrange glared at the girl, considering her for a few moments before he spoke again "Rabastan, meet me in the dungeons, we have work to do."
Nymphadora bit her lip to stop her laughing as the man stormed out behind her, slamming the door shut. Rabastan outright laughed before he walked over to the girl, taking her face in his hands as he grinned down at her "That was hot," he smirked "I didn't know you spoke French, Nymphie."
"Dora." She rolled her eyes before returning the smirk "Andromeda taught me when I was five. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with my Aunt."
Rabastan grinned as he watched the girl leave "See you later?"
"Maybe." She smirked before walking off to find her Aunt Narcissa.
Narcissa smiled as the young witch walked into the main entrance hall of Malfoy Manor, fastening a light traveling cloak around herself "Are you ready to leave, Nymphadora?"
Dora nodded "Yep, not gonna be needed here 'til later so I'm good to go."
Narcissa Malfoy winced "Did Andromeda—"
"Not teach me to speak properly?" Dora smirked "She did, but I'm in a playful mood. So I thought I would test you to see how badly it annoyed you; you're just like Andromeda."
Narcissa rolled her eyes "And you are just like your mother. Let's go."
Nymphadora bit back a laugh as she followed her Aunt, wincing as she took her hand to disaparate. She sighed as they arrived in Gringotts Bank, frowning slightly as she looked to her Aunt. "Are we making a withdrawal?"
"You are." Narcissa sighed as she handed a key to the young girl.
"W—Wait whose key is this?" Nymphadora asked.
"Yours." Narcissa stated as she walked towards the Goblin at the head of the room "Well, Bellatrix's but her money is your money, the Lestrange vault."
"Won't it be a bit suspicious? Me taking a withdrawal from that account?" Nymphadora whispered, her eyes darting to the Goblin as they almost approached the desk.
"Not at all. Legally you are her heir." Narcissa said, looking to the Goblin and telling him the vault number.
"Wait . . . The ministry knows that I'm her child?" Nymphadora frowned, "But every piece of paperwork I have ever received or given in my entire life says Nymphadora Tonks—Even the sorting hat— "
"Andromeda must have talked to people, though you have always legally been Nymphadora Black." Narcissa shrugged, wincing in distaste as they got into the cart for the vault "I swear to dear merlin, Goblin, if you take me the route via that waterfall again I will have your job."
"Yes, Mrs Malfoy." The Goblin nodded, starting the cart.
Nymphadora frowned, looking down as she thought of what her Aunt had told her. It all made sense, the letter from the ministry especially, of course they wouldn't let her be an Auror if they knew she was Bellatrix Lestrange's daughter. She sighed, she had blamed Andromeda for far more than she had ever meant to for her hardship growing up . . . Or had she? After all she could have just told her the truth to start with and saved her the trouble of ever even wanting to be an Auror.
"Shit!" Dora yelped as she jolted forward as the carriage stopped and she whacked her knee. She blushed slightly as Narcissa raised an eyebrow at her before getting out of the carriage. "Sorry." The girl mumbled as she followed her, her eyes quickly widening at the sight of the dragon guarding her mothers vault "You have got to be kidding me . . ."
"This way." The Goblin announced as he grabbed a bell, walking ahead of the woman.
Dora blushed again as she felt her Aunt linking her arm into hers, clearly deciding that it was the easiest way to get the girl to keep up with her perfect stride. She had to figure out how to do that pure blood walk. Were all Pure Bloods just taught to walk like that from birth? Or did they practise at night until they perfected the most perfectly arrogant and superior walk. The metamorphmagus shook the thoughts from her head as she watched the Goblin open the vault . . . She was going to swear again if she wasn't careful. Nymphadora swore she had never seen so much gold in her life—sure she hadn't exactly been poor growing up but . . . Could a woman seriously even spend that much money in a lifetime? Or two lifetimes for that fact?
"Just take a bag full," Narcissa said casually as she handed an empty purse to the girl "for you."
"I-Okay . . ."
After a few minutes Nymphadora was soon following her Aunt out of Gringotts, looking at her anxiously as she clearly decided where she needed to go first. Dear merlin did Nymphadora hate clothes shopping.
"Well, you need shoes, dresses, everything really." Narcissa smiled at the girl, the enthusiasm terrifying.
"I do have clothes . . ." Dora muttered, yelping slightly as Narcissa took her hand and strode over to Twilfitt and Tatings.
"No, you don't." Narcissa shook her head "Well, not suitable clothes. Would you rather live in your mother's hand me downs for the rest of your life?"
"Her wardrobe is a bit dark for my liking—and I didn't know one person could own quite so many low cut dresses. And corsets—Why does every dress have to have a corset?" Dora held back a giggle as she thought of Rabastan's enjoyment of said dresses.
"Corsets help your posture." Narcissa smirked, Dora had to wonder why she was seemingly enjoying this so much.
Before Nymphadora knew what was going on she was staring at rails of dresses she would never have dreamed of wearing months beforehand. She groaned slightly as Narcissa picked out multiple dresses, all with corsets on. Neither witch said a word until she was wearing the first dress, a pale purple long sleeved garment that reached the floor.
"You know, you used to love me dressing you up when you were a child . . ." Narcissa sighed as she watched the witch have her measurements taken.
"Really?" Dora asked, curious to hear anything of her life before she went to Andromeda.
Narcissa nodded as she smiled reminiscently "You used to love wearing frilly dresses. Half the time I swear the dresses were bigger than you were—Bellatrix had to intervene once or twice—but you loved it." The pair smiled at each other for a moment before Narcissa gestured for the tailor witch to leave them for a moment, she took the corset from the side next to her "Here— "
"No way." Dora laughed as her aunt frowned slightly "I can do it. Mum warned me not to let you put a corset on me."
Narcissa couldn't help but smirk as she handed the girl her corset, watching her put it on until she sighed, shaking her head at the girl "It's not tight enough."
"And if I ever feel like I do not need my lungs anymore I'll let you know." Dora laughed "It doesn't need to be that tight, I'm only trying it on."
Narcissa rolled her eyes before she walked over to the girl "Okay, just let me tighten it a little bit."
Dora considered the woman jokingly for a minute before she rolled her eyes with a smile and nodded "Fine, if you must."
Narcissa smiled, tightening the corset ever so slightly before she sighed, taking a step back to look at the girl "Beautiful."
"Thanks." Dora blushed before she looked in the mirror and sighed yet again "I can't wear floor length; I trip over my own feet enough to start with I do not need another obstacle. I'm 23—Very almost 24! Knee length." Dora laughed slightly at the look of annoyance on her face "I'll wear some nearly floor length dresses, for merlin's sake please don't make me wear one style of dress for the rest of my life. And boots, not heels, before you start. Heels are destined to fall off my feet and be the death of me, boots hold me in so I can do a heel with that. Before you start remember whatever argument you could possibly think of to get me into other clothes I've probably had it with Andromeda before. She gave up, hence my current wardrobe."
Narcissa shook her head with a smirk "Okay, Bellatrix—how you never figured out that she was your mother when you two are so similar I will never know—I'll make a compromise."
Dora bit back a laugh as she crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at the woman as her hair turned a curly black "I'm listening."
"You can wear a mixture of lengths, there's no need to have floor length if it truly is going to lead you to an early death. You can have boots I suppose . . ." Narcissa smirked "But I get to pick your entire wardrobe."
"Ha!" Nymphadora laughed pretending to consider her before she nodded "Fine, I hate clothes shopping anyway. I trust you."
Narcissa giggled, Nymphadora laughed again as she was sure she'd never seen the woman so relaxed "Go on, you take a look around and I'll call you when I need you to come over and sign the piece of parchment to charge it to your account."
"Sounds fair to me." Dora grinned before she ran over to the changing room again, ignoring the amused roll of her Aunts eyes as she grabbed onto the door frame to stop herself falling over. "See!" Dora turned to her Aunt, pointing at the length of the dress before she shut the curtain, laughing "Death trap!"
Nymphadora peered her head out of the changing room minutes later, rolling her eyes in amusement as she saw how many dresses and shoes she was picking out for the girl. It was at that moment another section of the shop caught her eye; the lingerie section. She bit her lip for a moment before she snuck over to the section. Now, these kind of corsets she could find amusement in. Dora had to stop herself laughing as she picked out lingerie that she could barely imagine Rabastan's reaction to. When she finally met her Aunt at the counter the older woman couldn't help but widen her eyes slightly.
"What?" Dora mocked innocence "You said all my clothes needed replacing, surely when I have all these nice new dresses to wear you can't expect me to not be wearing new undergarments."
Narcissa sighed, shaking her head as she gestured for the girl to hand the items over to the witch at the counter "Sign for it then." Dora looked down at the piece of parchment and nearly choked, she had never seen that many digits on a bill before. Narcissa looked to the paper then back to the girl "Darling that is such a small percentage of that account you could quite possibly spend it every day for a year and nobody would notice."
"Right . . ." Dora nodded as she took the quill, she hesitated for a moment before she signed the parchment: Nymphadora Black. She couldn't help but smile to herself slightly, it was a strange feeling seeing that written down.
"Ready to go home?" Narcissa asked, as she took the small bag from the witch at the till—clearly it was magically enhanced as Dora was sure not even three people could carry the amount she witnessed her Aunt hand over.
"Actually . . . Knockturn Alley? Then home." Nymphadora asked, grinning as her Aunt nodded.
"Dora!" Bellatrix Lestrange ran into the girl's room early that morning, jumping onto her bed.
"What!?" Dora yelled as she shot up, half asleep as she looked around for the emergency "What happened?"
Bellatrix laughed "It's your birthday, silly!"
"Oh . . ." Nymphadora yawned, falling back into her bed "Oh yeah . . ." she rubbed her eyes as she looked to the clock next to her bed "Mum it's 7.30 in the morning."
"Well I wanted to come in when I woke up an hour ago but your Aunt may have stopped me when she heard me charging past her room to get something." Bellatrix smirked.
"Thank Merlin for Aunt Cissa." Dora smirked at the woman from her bed, laughing as she playfully hit her.
"Be nice—" Bellatrix pouted before she sighed, reaching out and stroking her daughter's messy hair out of her face "This is the first birthday I've had you since you were two."
Dora smiled slightly as she reached out and took her mothers hand, pulling her down into the bed next to her "Go back to sleep . . ." Dora yawned as she snuggled into her mother's side, resting her head on her shoulder as she let the woman wrap an arm around her "See, bed is good . . ."
Nymphadora would have sworn she had just blinked, though when she next opened her eyes Bellatrix had her eyes closed, sound asleep. Nymphadora couldn't help but smile slightly, Bellatrix Lestrange—surely the most powerful evil witch of her time . . . fast asleep. She looked so innocent it was almost laughable. The younger witch considered going back to sleep, that was until she saw the clock, 10am was classed a rather large lay in on your birthday in her books. She slowly went to pull away, jumping slightly as her mother's grip tightened on her, her eyes opening as she looked down to her.
"I thought you were asleep." Dora frowned.
"I was . . . Azkaban makes one a very light sleeper." Bellatrix sighed before she sat up.
"Duly noted, no trying to pull pranks on you when you're sleeping." Dora grinned.
"Ha! You couldn't sneak up on someone sleeping if you tried, you'd trip over something and give yourself away in a heartbeat." Bellatrix teased, laughing at the girl's pout before she walked over to the girl's wardrobe, opening the doors before she looked through her new garments "Hmm . . . I'm impressed."
"Blame Aunt Cissa." Dora held back another yawn as she pulled herself out of the bed "I let her pick everything."
"Brave choice." Bellatrix smirked before pulling out a dress and putting it on the girls bed "I'll meet you downstairs."
Nymphadora rolled her eyes in amusement as the woman ran over and kissed her on the cheek, taking in her appearance for a few moments before she practically skipped out of the room. A little while later she was dressed, looking at herself in her new knee length purple dress, of course Bellatrix would pick this one—it was a little low cut and only had a small under bust corset. She grinned as she morphed her hair purple to match, letting it curl and fall to the middle of her back. She hesitated for a moment before she decided to put a pair of her new boots on, nodding at herself in the mirror in approval before she went to find her mother.
"Beautiful." Bellatrix grinned as she stood up from her place on the bottom of the stairs, reaching out and taking her daughters hand before she led her into the main sitting room.
Dora couldn't help it as she let out a small gasp. She was sure she had never seen quite so many presents in one place before, as both Narcissa and Lucius sat on the couch next to the pile the blonde witch smiled up at her.
"Happy Birthday, Dora." Narcissa said.
"Thanks . . . Is this all for me?" Dora looked to her mother as the woman grinned, nodding in childish glee.
"Oh . . ." Dora said in shock.
"W—What, is it not enough?" Bellatrix asked "I can get more."
"Bella she's grown up with the vault of a blood traitor and a mudblood, she's probably never had a fraction of that in her life." Rabastan smirked as he took a drink from his place leaning on the wall, Dora would have sent a hex at anyone else for saying it but . . . She couldn't help but let Rabastan get away with it as she furiously blushed.
"Oh." Bella said, a look of confusion on her face "Well that's awful."
"She almost fainted in Diagon Alley when she charged her new wardrobe to your account." Narcissa smirked.
"I did n— . . . Okay I choked, I didn't almost faint." Dora mumbled as she furiously tried to morph away her blush.
Nymphadora's 24th birthday was quite possibly her best yet. She received gifts beyond her wildest dreams, from beautiful jewellery that she was sure could pay for the Tonks house twice over, more clothes from Narcissa, things for her room to Dark Arts books and paraphernalia that made Narcissa suddenly remember she needed to check on something else where. They had a wonderful meal together, though Nymphadora couldn't help but be half distracted by Rabastan's glances at her when no-one was watching him. As she sat back in the sitting room with her mother and Aunt, hours after Lucius had excused himself and Rabastan had irritated Bellatrix and decided he was better off seeking company else where, she was truly content and slightly tipsy watching the two women laugh.
"I'm telling you, Bellatrix," Narcissa held back her laughs as she looked to her sister "you terrified Lucius for a week after you did that. Refused to go near you."
"For a week?" Bellatrix laughed "That man's still scared of me."
"Could you blame him if he was, mum?" Dora asked as she finished her wine.
"No." Bellatrix giggled.
Dora rolled her eyes with a smirk before she put her wine glass down, standing up and walking over to her mother "I'm tired, I need to go to bed." Dora laughed as the woman pouted, reaching down and hugging her tight "Thanks mum, today was perfect."
Bellatrix sighed in contentment as she hugged the girl back, kissing her cheek "You're welcome darling. Go rest."
Nymphadora said her goodbyes to the two before she left the room, smiling as she heard the witches laughing at their conversations again almost immediately. The Metamorphmagus managed to get to the top of the staircase before she yelped as she was pulled to the side.
"Bonjour Nymphie." Rabastan smirked as he pulled the girl into his embrace.
Dora giggled as she reached up, sliding her hands up to his shoulders before she smirked up at him "Hello."
Rabastan kissed her for a moment, pulling away ever so slightly as the girl could feel him whispering on her lips "I do believe I owe you a birthday present."
"You do." Dora giggled, biting her lip to quiet herself as she looked around to check no one was near.
"Mmm . . ." Rabastan murmured "I like your new clothes, how do you think they'll look on my floor?"
"Well," Dora smirked "I believe you'll find the new attire under this dress far more pleasing." The girl let out another yelp, struggling to muffle her laughter as the man picked her up and throwing her over his shoulder as he walked her to his room. "Rab!" Dora laughed as he reached his door, her hair bright pink as the wards went up.
"What? The day is almost over and you are being a tease." Rabastan sighed innocently "I merely needed to speed up the process to ensure you still received your present on your birthday."
"Oh, well—" Nymphadora's laugh was soon muffled by the mans lips crashing against her own, taking her wrists in his hands and holding them above her head against the door. This was definitely a good birthday.