Chapter 26
Amanda returned to her suite and quickly went to the hidden collection of potions her mother had given her several weeks ago. She downed the purple bottle in several quick swallows and then lay upon her bed as it caused intense cramping in her abdomen.
"Merlin!" She hissed as it faded enough to actually breathe.
Now fairly confident this damned body would bear a pair of werewolf puppies she relaxed and smiled for the first time in weeks.
Amanda wasn't sure what condition her own body would be in when she and Narcissa swapped back, but her mother had told her that Uncle Furieux had stated that any such child would be carried to term and bear the name of Malfoy.
She intended to make the woman suffer for the mess she'd made of her life. Though Amanda was bound by her Lord's oath to do no harm to the body, that didn't seem to apply when someone else was inflicting the harm. Regardless she was going to do her best to become the wolf's pet and, if possible, his abject slave.
She didn't have much time left so she placed the empty vial back where it had come from and made sure the compartment was properly closed. She bolted her doors and then entered the secret passage. She was late, well that would give him reason to punish her and perhaps make him want to bind her even tighter to him.
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Sirius Black was sitting with his Barrister and several assistants. Moony got to wander around and look for birds, while he was stuck with these stuffy old men who never smiled.
"So you never had a trial?"
"No."
"But one of their laws state that any Pureblood must be found guilty of a crime before the full Wizengamot before you set foot on Azkaban Island."
"Oh, really? Guess they ignored that one too." Sirius said, not ever having learned law.
"Once the verdict is reached by the International Court, you still face the fact that England will likely not recognize it."
"But it will be in the papers." Sirius said.
"Yes, and though I doubt the Prophet will print it, enough English wizards and witches receive papers from abroad, they will know."
"Then I'll lie low for a few weeks, contacting some of my allies and let it be known that I plan to attend the next full session and claim my seat." Sirius said.
"That is fairly risky."
Sirius shrugged. "The way Dumbledore has the Minister cowed, I doubt they will try to arrest me."
"Quite possibly." The old man said, not admitting to that as a real possibility by his tone.
"I've got to move openly."
"Yes." The man nodded. "And you should be able to do so at the Yule session. Though the Minister could recover some ground by then."
Sirius let out a loud sigh. Did this man never give a straight answer? "Is there anything else I need to know before the trial?"
"Yes, much. But my assistant was late in arriving this morning, so you will have to await her arrival for that." He said and folded his notes into his case and stood.
"So, I'm free for now?" He asked as the two silent men who accompanied the Barrister also stood after collecting their notes.
"No." He said. "She's here." And pointed over Sirius' shoulder at the main doorway to the room.
"Sorry, I'm late." The husky voice of an angel surprised him and he spun. The vision that confronted him knocked all sense of reality completely from his head. She was of moderate height, slim of build, but clearly curvy in the right places. Her blonde hair was braided across her head from left to right and then went down her back.
"I shall leave our client to you. Rangnil Andreassen, meet Lord Sirius Black." The man said and strode from the room.
One of his assistants closed the large double doors without a backward glance.
"My Lord Black." Rangnil said and curtsied.
Sirius found himself on his feet and bowing over her hand before pressing the lightest kiss to her knuckles. "The pleasure is mine. What can I do for you?"
Her burgundy dress swished lightly as she stepped past him and placed a satchel on the table before lightly seating herself in the chair beside the one Sirius had just vacated. "I am present to make certain that you are aware of what will happen at the trial. There are several very specific rituals that you will need to perform. Any mistakes will cause the judges to look poorly at the facts. They take this very seriously, and you must as well."
He was still standing, looking down at her with a dazed grin on his face. But he suddenly realized he might look a bit foolish, and Sirius Black was debonair, stylish and confident. None of which he might currently be presenting.
"Sorry." He said and stood straighter before walking to the side of the room and pouring himself some tea. "Would you like some?" When she nodded he poured a second cup and returned with them both to the table. Only then remembering she might want crème or sugar so made a second trip to deposit them between their cups.
He sat and sipped his hot tea, trying to get himself under control.
She wasn't looking at him, and had turned her attention to the tea, which she prepared by adding two lumps of sugar and then slowly stirring it with the spoon from the sugar dish as he'd forgotten to bring a spare.
"I am innocent." He said after a few minutes of silent tea sipping.
"Of the crimes yes, but not stupidity." She said without looking in his direction.
"What?" He asked, leaning forward quickly only to freeze when he saw the ice in her blue eyes.
"You abandoned your godson. He should have been your primary concern, not vengeance." She said coldly and quite calmly.
The fact that she was clearly angry with him sent ice into his veins and he found himself sipping his tea once again. Why did everyone harp on him about this?
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Lord Potter,
The Weasley family formally acknowledges our debt to you and yours for the saving of our dear sister's life. We accept and affirm your right to take her as your ward and hold no animosity or concern as to her wellbeing.
I would like to meet with you and yours briefly to express this personally as well.
Thank you,
Charlie Weasley
Acting Head of the Ancient House of Weasley
Harry put the letter down and looked up at the nervous young girl in front of him. "Would you like to meet with Charlie?" He asked her.
"Yes, please." She said with a quick nod, her hands clenched under her chin.
"Alright. We'll arrange a meeting at the Ice Cream parlor in Diagon for tomorrow if he can make that."
"Thank you." Ginny said and turned to Hermione beside him. "Can I hug him?"
Hermione laughed and nodded.
Harry was immediately subjected to a tight hug from his young ward. He found himself returning it far gentler, he had been working out and wasn't about to contemplate hurting her.
Once he was released Hermione spoke. "We have a little time tomorrow, but Marlene will likely be up at Hogwarts all day, so we're on our own."
"Can you believe we'll be back at school in three days?" Harry asked.
"I've tried not to think about that honestly." Hermione said and he gaped at her, which caused her to giggle. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. You know I've already read most of my books for this year."
"Yes," he said with a grin. "Let me reply to Charlie and we'll see if we can arrange a meeting."
Hermione took Ginny's hand and led the younger girl from the room. Hedwig flew in when they opened the door and landed on the perch near Harry a second later.
"Hello girl. Give me a few minutes." He said and pulled a fresh sheet of parchment to the center of the table.
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Harry Potter managed to awaken first the next morning. It was a rare occurrence, but one he'd been trying to manage for most of a week now. Usually one of his ladies was up first, and they usually made a show of waking him. This time he was going to pay one of them back. And that was his initial dilemma.
Well actually his first issue was his full bladder, which he was exceedingly grateful to Mine for making him learn how to banish his waste with a wandless spell. It was something that Poppy had used numerous times on him while he was stuck recovering from his various injuries over the years.
But it took Hermione's initiative to get him motivated to not only learn the spell, but manage it wandlessly. Bladder empty, he turned his attention to the women who had chosen to share his bed. On his left was Marlene, being a full-grown woman, she took up a bit more space than Daphne or Hermione, who were spooned together on his right. Daphne, being the closer, had her hand on his bare stomach and cheek on his chest.
The feeling of warmth and trust he received from the simple fact that she wanted to be so close to him, had improved the strength of his Patronus. Hermione was pressed tightly against the blonde's back, their breathing seemed to almost be in sync.
Marlene had turned to lie flat on her back at some point, making her far more accessible for his intended purpose. Decision made he spent a good two minutes getting out from under Daphne, without waking her.
When he was free, he gently shifted the tall Hit Witches legs wider apart. He really did enjoy giving them pleasure this way, though this would be the first time for Lene and he hoped she would enjoy it as much as her niece.
With her legs spread, her core folded open like an exotic flower. A flower which produced the most excellent of nectar. He moved to lie on his stomach between her legs, but his hard cock jammed uncomfortably into the mattress so he kept his ass in the air as he ran his tongue from her anus to her clit. He was slow and gentle, but not light enough to tickle or irritate her.
She must have used a spell to remove her hair, there wasn't even a hint of stubble, which made this far more enjoyable for him. He loved just looking at the lips and watching as they became engorged as their excitement built.
Another full-length lick and he used his thumbs to pull her inner lips open, allowing his tongue to delve deeply and lick upwards once again. Now he focused on her clit for a minute, rolling it around in its sheath with the tip of his tongue until she shifted, pushing her legs closed on him.
No, he couldn't have that, so he moved his hands to the back of her knees, and pushed them up, into the air, and splitting her wide open. At the same time he sucked her sensitive bud into his mouth.
"Unnghh." She groaned as she woke. One hand coming to rest in his messy black hair.
He repeated the full-length lick, swallowing more of her flowing nectar before returning to her bud and lightly whispering in parsel, she did a full-body shiver, but hardly made a sound until he went back to sucking on her.
"Oh, Harry, that's wonderful." She said softly. Her hands met his at her knees and she pulled them back farther, letting him have the use of his fingers once again.
He immediately worked three of his fingers into her core her nectar quickly had him slipping in easily.
Tongue back to the bud, he flicked and suckled on it for nearly ten minutes while his fingers found and then stroked her g-spot.
The others woke when Marlene let out a louder moan than previously.
"Oh," Daphne said after stretching. The sight of her breasts shifting enticingly on her chest as she did so, made his cock even harder.
Moments later, and a breath-freshening charm later, Hermione was kissing Marlene while Daphne lay down between his legs and took his cock into her hot mouth.
"ummm." He hummed as one of her hands wrapped around the base of his cock while the other lightly scratched his balls.
His hum, made Marlene push her pelvis up harder into his mouth and he hissed in parsel, making her cum with a muffled squeal.
Daphne's hot mouth was making it very hard for him to focus on the work before him, so he just kept hissing in parseltongue.
Then Daphne managed to hiss, her tongue along the underside of his cock.
He erupted into her throat at the same time Marlene contracted so hard she squirted the contents of her honeypot into his mouth.
"Thank you Harry." Marlene said when Hermione let her speak.
He looked up at her, over the delicious expanse of her tone body and grinned. His fingers were still feeling her contractions inside her and half of his face was coated in her, but he was grinning.
Then Hermione was beside him, cleaning his face with her tongue and then sucking his fingers clean. The whole time Daphne continued to hold his cock in her mouth and slowly suckle.
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Marlene met Valarie at the gates of Hogwarts at eight in the morning. The two Hit Witches walked through the gates as they opened. "Did that ward feel weaker to you?" Marlene asked in a hushed tone.
"Yes." Came the immediate reply. "I'll look into it."
The massive front doors were open when they reached them thirty minutes later. They proceeded inside and into the Great Hall. The Head Table was well occupied already and the two women moved into a pair of seats that were side-by-side as they greeted everyone.
"Welcome." The Headmaster said and gestured to the laden platters of breakfast upon the table.
"Yes, thank you." Marlene said and quickly filled her plate. She tapped her goblet and it filled with steaming tea.
Valarie cast a detection spell on their plates before beginning to eat. She didn't speak to anyone, but nodded when greeted.
Several others joined in while they were eating, when they were done there was only one empty chair.
"Thank you everyone for coming. It seems we're missing our new History professor, but we must move on to the topics at hand." Dumbledore said.
"We have a new History professor? What happened to Binns?" the diminutive charms professor asked.
"My apologies Filius. I convinced him to move on earlier this summer and have contracted a dear old friend to assist for the next few years. She's been living in France for a while but promised to make it here today."
"Who?" Marlene found herself asking.
"Me." A gentle voice spoke up from the doors to the great hall. When they turned they found a tall thin woman dressed in black jeans and a purple blouse. Her hair was long and jet black, falling in tight curls down her back. She strode to the table, her high heels clicking loudly.
"Ah, welcome dear lady." Albus said, standing to greet the new woman.
She moved to stand beside the chair. "Greetings everyone." She said with a slight French accent. "I am Perenelle Flamel."
After most of the staff gasped and stared at her she swung the chair out and gracefully sat upon it.
"I apologize for being late, but Nicholas was not done packing so I left him to it." She said, picking up a scone and holding it to her lips. "By the way, yes. I'm that Flamel." She said fairly firmly, looking rather regal before consuming half of the scone and pouring herself a goblet of water.
"Yes, everyone." Dumbledore said. "I know I announced their passing several years ago, but I readily admit that I said that at their insistence."
"Why would you do that?" Professor Babbling asked.
Perenelle sipped her water and gestured with her half-scone, "When one has been alive as long as we, it is often pertinent to blend into the remainder of the population for some time. But with the resurgence of all the continuing problems, Nicholas and I determined our efforts would be best spent here."
"Mr. Flamel is coming as well?" Severus Snape asked in a hushed tone.
The woman nodded and ate the remainder of her scone.
"Yes, Nicholas will also be present, though he has no formal position within the school. He mentioned he would be willing to teach an Alchemy class to a dozen students of each year." The Headmaster clarified.
"Though he refused to give grades." Perenelle said with a light laugh.
"Yes, well." Dumbledore said. "So let me get down to the formal beginning of this meeting. You've all been introduced to Perenelle Flamel, if you are favored she might give you permission to use the informal Penny, though alas, I am not so favored."
He paused for a brief laugh.
"She will be teaching an entirely new, or should I say older, History class. She is beginning with the ancient Druidic culture and progressing through our Roman and then Norman invasions to reach the founding of the Wizengamot and the remainder of our history to present day."
"That's a substantial change." Marlene said.
"Well, I've lived through it. You won't find a more objective perspective on the world. Perhaps my Godson will even make an appearance." Perenelle said with a smirk.
Instead of asking Dumbledore merely bowed, "If he wishes to grace us with his presence he is of course most welcome."
Marlene's brow furrowed in thought. Who could be this woman's godson? She didn't recall ever reading or hearing about that. Well their entire lives were very secretive. Though the books covered something like nearly 700 years, Perenelle mentioned having first-hand experience with Druid culture, which was long before that.
Perenelle laughed, "As though any of us could restrict him." She said and then went back to her subject. "For the younger years, I will only brush upon the topics, giving them a summary of the events of each era. For the older students we will get far more in depth regarding Wizarding Culture and the Laws of Merlin."
"Long overdue, thank you." Valarie said, speaking up for the first time.
"Yes, I concur." Dumbledore said. "And that brings me to Lady McKinnon, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Instructor, and her assistant. Mrs. Norwood is a Special Investigator of the D.M.L.E. and reports directly to Madam Bones. My understanding is that Mrs. Norwood will teach first through third, and Lady McKinnon Fourth and up."
"Yes, though Valarie will assist in some of the upper-year courses with those lagging behind." Marlene said. "On a different topic, I am the Spear of the Light. I will not abide any who seek to harm others. My patience is short, do not tempt me."
Marlene took another sip of her drink and looked around the table. After she was satisfied that they had taken her seriously, she continued. "My classes will focus on defense of course, but more-so I will push them to form teams and to work together."
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They flooed into the Leaky Cauldron at nine. Just after they had all made it through a soft voice called out, "Daph?"
The blonde Slytherin reacted immediately. She released Harry's arm and engulfed the sandy-blonde girl into a tight hug.
Harry didn't recognize her for a moment, then the name surfaced: Tracey Davis. Ahh, he thought and guided the others off to the side.
Hermione put an arm around each of the hugging girls and shifted them by an empty table before joining in their hug. Soon the three of them were whispering intently, foreheads touching.
"So how have you been doing Luna?" Harry asked to pass the time and unwilling to interrupt whatever this was about.
"I miss my father." She said immediately.
Ginny held her friend's hand tightly.
"Yeah, I imagine you do." Harry said softly. "I'm sorry. We'll make sure you're safe and have what you need."
"Yes." Luna said and nodded. "That's helping a lot. Thank you."
Then the trio was breaking up. Daphne cast a few quick spells on her face to fix her makeup, but she'd been crying and he wondered if there was anything he could do to help.
Tracey Davis vanished into the floo a moment later and his ladies re-joined him.
"Sorry." Daphne said and latched onto his right arm with both of hers for a moment. Then she relaxed enough to free one of her arms to take Luna's hand. "Trace isn't taking me not being in the Slytherin Dorms well.
"No Harry, there's nothing we can really do." Hermione said to answer his thoughts. "Though we both extended an invitation for her to visit any time, or seek refuge if she felt threatened.
"Alright then, let me know if… Well tell me if that changes." He said and then stepped towards the exit to Diagon.
Fortescue's Ice Cream parlor was full when they arrived, but that didn't stop Ginny from spotting her older brother. "Charlie!" She yelled and dodged between two teens with towering servings of ice cream to try and hug his substantial waist.
Harry, Hermione, Daphne and Luna followed a few paces behind. Daphne kept a tight hold on Harry's arm and Luna's hand while Hermione walked ahead after her ward.
Harry had met the man during the disaster of the Quad-Wizard Tournament, which of course everyone but he and Hermione still had called Tri for some reason. Charlie Weasley was a mountain of a man. Nowhere near the size of Hagrid, but about as big as a man can be without having giant blood in their family.
"Lord Potter." Charlie said quickly as they drew near.
They were causing a scene in the busy establishment, but so long as they weren't threatened it should be fine.
"Mr. Weasley." Harry said and extended his hand. Daphne had coached them before the meeting. Since Charlie was only the Acting Head of House, and that House was not Noble, he was to be addressed as Mr.
The large hand briefly engulfed his, fortunately the shake was light and Harry's hand was returned without damage or pain.
"Pleasure to see you again." Harry said. "You've met my Consort, Hermione before." He said gesturing to Hermione who was now standing with an arm draped over Ginny's shoulders.
Charlie managed to kiss the back of Hermione's knuckles. "Yes, it's good to see you again. And I recognize Miss Lovegood."
"Yes, she's recently become a ward of House McKinnon or Black, I'm honestly a bit lost there." Harry said.
"We're both claiming her for now." Daphne said, though kept her hands away from the big ginger.
"This is Daphne Greengrass, my betrothed for House Black, as I've recently been named the Heir of the current Lord." Harry said, while Daphne continued to hold his elbow.
Instead of reaching for her hand, Charlie bowed, fairly deeply. "A pleasure to meet you Mistress Black." He said in his deep, rumbly, voice.
Charlie turned back to Harry. "Mr. Fortescue has been keeping a table open for us." He said, gesturing to one a few paces away.
"Yes." Harry said and moved to help the ladies into the tall chairs as a waiter arrived for their orders.
Once they were all sitting with impossible constructs of moving, edible, culinary excess, Harry cast a silence spell around them, cutting off the loud babble.
"Mr. Weasley, I must express my condolences for that which has befallen your family. I have great respect for your Father and older brother."
Charlie bowed his head, letting his long spoon dip, and almost loose it's cargo. "Yes, thanks. Dad's been doing better, but the mind healers are still not optimistic about Bill."
"Damn." Hermione said, giving Ginny's hand a squeeze. "We'll have to go see him again."
Ginny looked up at her, her eyes glistening. "Could we?"
"Of course." Hermione said with a nod, "I told you to tell me when you wanted to go back and I meant it." She gave the girl's hand another squeeze before releasing it and pointing at the bowl before her.
"Thanks." Ginny said and scooped a moving snowman onto her spoon where he continued to twirl on his largest ball until she consumed him.
"I've been to see him most days, they're no longer worried he's going to die. The physical damage is repaired, now it's all his mind." Charlie said with a slow shake of his head.
"Well I've seen magic do incredible things, let us hope it restores William." Daphne said, though still fairly stiffly. To Harry and Hermione it was obvious she was not comfortable around Charlie and they each edged closer to her to provide reassurance.
"Yes, thank you." Charlie said and then they all went to work on their deserts.
A few minutes later they were interrupted by Susan Bones who stepped over to their table. "Hello, it's good to see you all. How's your summer been?"
"Hello Susan," Hermione said with a smile and a wave from the far side of the table. "Mine's been good."
"Well I for one am glad you were acquitted at your trial. My Aunt was not going to let Fudge run that event, no matter what he thought." Susan said.
"Thank you Susan." Harry said. "It's good to know there's someone honest and fair in the DMLE."
"Yes," Susan said with a nod, "Well I'll let you get back to your treats. See you all in a few days."
"Pleasure seeing you again Miss Bones." Daphne said formally and bowed her head when Susan did the same.
They arrived at St. Mungo's about thirty minutes later. Bill had been moved to a regular room in the Janus Thickey Ward so they didn't need any special badges to get to see him.
Ginny looked at her father, she'd readjusted her thinking fairly easily after that first visit, and the tears started leaking from her eyes.
Hermione was already holding her, but tugged tighter as they stepped beside the bed.
Bill's hair was growing again, though it was only stubble at this point. He was breathing regularly as though sleeping.
Ginny put her hand on his shoulder and kissed his forehead, several tears dripped on his face and she hastened to wipe them off with her sleeve.
"Gin, it's alright." Hermione said softly. "He won't mind your tears."
If Ginny had looked at Harry just then she would have been shocked to see his own cheeks running wet. Most of those in the room were similarly affected. Only Charlie seemed to be resigned with the current situation.
Ginny just nodded and kissed his forehead once again and then placed her lips near his ear. She still remembered that Charlie and Luna did not know her secret, so whispered her words.
"Father, I love you. I don't care how you got tricked, I still love you and hope you get better."
There was a rustling under the sheets as Bill's legs shifted, but otherwise he remained exactly how he was.
"I'm going back to school in a few days, but will visit you when I can." She said louder, letting everyone in the room hear her words. "I love you Bill." She squeezed his hand tighter, but other than a tingle from her magic, there was no reaction.
"Did you want to sit with him for a while?" Harry managed to ask.
"Yes, please." Ginny said, still not looking away from Bill's face.
"I'll stay." Hermione said softly.
"We'll come back in an hour." Daphne said with a hitch in her voice.
Hermione and Ginny were left alone in the room moments later. "Do you want me right here?" she asked her Ward.
"Yes." Ginny said and pressed herself back into Hermione's arms. "I just don't know what to do. I want to tell him so much, but he can't hear me."
"Go right ahead and tell him whatever you wish." Hermione said with a gentle squeeze. "And who says he can't hear you?"
"Huh?" Ginny asked twisting to look up at Hermione.
"When I was petrified, and no don't blame yourself for that, I was aware of things around me. I could hear Harry talking to me."
"Really?"
"Yes." Hermione said with a nod. "I'd likely have gone crazy without him holding my hand and talking to me all the time. It was when I realized I loved him."
"Oh." Ginny said, clearly torn between her guilt over allowing the diary to affect her and hope that Bill could hear her voice.
"So I'll go sit, right over there, I'm not leaving the room. And you can talk to him. I've got some thinking of my own to do."
"Ok, thanks." Ginny managed to say and let go of the older girl's hand.
Hermione sat in the chair and closed her eyes, she'd received an important alert from one of her alternates and had to concentrate on it for a bit.
"So what have we got?" she asked herself a few minutes later as the meeting finally convened, deep in her mental fortress.
"Horcruxes." Was the immediate answer, which was then clarified. "Voldemort created items, like the diary, to prevent his soul from passing over. These items contain a fragment of his soul, that's what happened to Gin. The soul fragment tried to use her soul to reform itself."
"So that's what was in Harry's scar?"
"Yes, that makes the most sense."
"Well Hell." Hermione said and promptly sat down to puzzle over this new information.
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"Lord Black." Came a woman's voice from the meeting room door.
He'd just finished his exhaustive meeting with Rangnil, who was currently packing her satchel. She'd lightened up a bit from her initial biting commentary. But was clearly keeping a professional distance from him.
"Madame?" Sirius said and stood to greet the elegantly dressed lady. Then he spotted the woman standing at her shoulder and his face hardened. "What do you want Narcissa?"
"Please, Lord Black." The unknown woman said, pulling his attention back to her. "Allow us to explain before you react."
"I should be going." Rangnil said.
"No please Madame, I would like you present for this." The woman said.
Rangnil, merely settled back into her seat and waited expectantly.
The unknown woman and Narcissa entered and closed the doors behind them. The woman pulled a long cord from a hook beside the door and threaded it through the latch before securing it to the hook on the other side.
"Thank you Lord Black. I am Javona Furieux, my brother is Lord Furieux. I am here on a grave matter between our families and entreat you to punish those responsible."
"My Lady, please explain." Sirius said. "I am unaware of anything, unless Narcissa is to blame?"
"No!" Javona said quickly. "Well yes. Sorry, let me explain. How steeped are you in the Family Magic?"
"Not much I'm afraid. I was estranged from my father when I was sixteen. I was ever so surprised when I learned he had kept me as his heir."
"Oh," Javona said, having clearly been expecting a far different answer. "Well there is a family spell, often referred to as The Transference. It swaps one mind for another, for exactly thirty days."
"What?" Rangnil said with a gasp.
"Yes," Javona said, looking at the barrister. "My brother performed this spell between my daughter and your cousin Narcissa." She said gesturing to where Narcissa still stood.
"It's true." Narcissa said, but clearly wasn't speaking with her usual bite. "I am Amanda Furieux, and I need your help to punish this woman."
"Oh." Sirius said and plopped into his chair and closed his eyes tightly. "I thought these things only happened to Harry…" He said before opening his eyes and looking at the women. "What do you want me to do?"
Javona gave him a feral grin before launching into her explanation. "I want you to end the marriage of Narcissa to Lucius, making her a Black again. Then I want you to complete the enslavement ritual between her body and your friend Mr. Lupin."
"…" Sirius wasn't sure how to react to that so nothing escaped his open mouth.
"Amanda has already been intimate with him." Javona said. "And she is likely pregnant with his offspring."
"What? Why?" Sirius managed to force himself to ask.
"Because one of the conditions Narcissa demanded of my Lord was that if her son got my body pregnant, then the child would be a Malfoy and would be well cared for." Amanda said from Narcissa's lips.
"Wait." Rangnil interrupted. "You mean to tell me that this woman, Narcissa, switched bodies with your daughter to have sex with her own son?"
"Yes." Javona said.
"Merlin." Sirius said and was wracked by a full-body shiver the likes of which he'd never felt before.
"How old are you Amanda?" Rangnil asked.
"Sixteen Ma'am."
"Well Lord Black, will you grow a backbone?" Rangnil asked in a steely voice.
"Why are women always demanding things of me?" Sirius asked. "Wait, don't answer that." He quickly said when Rangnil and Javona opened their mouths.
"Will you do it?" Amanda asked.
"I've got to speak with Remus before any enslavement. But I've no hesitation to end her marriage." He turned to the barrister. "Can you write up the parchment work?"
Rangnil nodded, "Yes, and it won't take long, as the legal forms for both France and England are still done in Latin."
"Oh, and while you're at it do another set for Bellatrix LeStrange nee Black." Sirius said with an eager smile. Perhaps being Lord Black wasn't all that terrible after all. And if he could make Moony happy all the better.
Just what would his best friend think of all this? He doubted Moony knew the extent of the Amanda-Narcissa swap.
Sirius just couldn't keep the grin off of his face and found the expression mirrored by the three women in the room as well.
"And Lord Black," Amanda said while Rangnil began her work. "I am fond of Mr. Lupin and would like to keep in touch. Perhaps when I've delivered the Malfoy spawn I can meet with him again."
"You'll have to speak with him. I don't know how he's going to take being deceived like this to begin with."
"I introduced myself to him as Amanda. He didn't seem to recognize this body."
Sirius shook his head. "No, Moony hasn't had much interaction with Narcissa over the years, though if you'd reacted the way she would have he would likely have remembered."
"While you get ready, is it alright if I go speak with him?" Amanda asked. "I'll bring him back here."
"Yes, that's fine with me." Sirius said as Javona nodded and helped her daughter open the doors again.