Alright Guys,

I am not sure when the next update will be. Crazy happenings with the job now that vacation is over. Keep your fingers crossed for more updates. I know I will be. So last chapter before all hell breaks loose in the real world. Why dont we have Bella go through Goblin trials? (author shrugs) I thought it would be rad.

Hope You enjoy,

Snow


Bella, and Fleur:

Fleur lay in a bed, in a house where it all began. She stroked Bella's hair and back as the older with cuddled up into her. She constantly forgot one physical aspect of their relationship. Fleur was bigger. Bella stood at around 5'2 and she was a good five inches taller than the witch at 5'7. Why was this important to Fleur? It made her feel invincible when the smaller witch would curl into her, clutch on to her, and breathe into her neck as she draped herself over Fleur's body. The power the witch exuded made her seem larger than life. Only Fleur knew it was all in the heels. Fleur smiled as she curled her arms around Bella and pulled her as close as she possibly could. She lifted her hand, and looked at the ring set, and sighed.

"That's a deep sigh for a woman who should be as happy as a clam right this moment," Bella croaked hoarsely as she eased herself from slumber.

"I'm sorry, mon Coeur," Fleur stroked Bella's back and the witch cuddled close. But Bella clutched Fleur, making her still, and held her impossibly close.

"Tell me your thoughts Little Beast," Bella sighed into Fleur's neck. Fleur smiled at the old term of hate, now term of endearment. Her feelings about today, with Narcissa plagued her thoughts. Had the blonde witch given up? Or was she covering her bases. They agreed to take the girl if anything happened. Bella refused to accept Narcissa's death. Fleur was of the same mind, but she knew more about bond mates. If she were to lose Bella, her Veela would seize to want to live, she would feel that like a sharp pain to her heart. Essentially if there was nothing to ground her to the living plane, she would die when her lover would die essentially of a broken heart. She always thought Hermione and Narcissa would keep her tethered to this world, but there was always that chance, that odd that looked against their favor. The more Fleur thought about it, it was not Narcissa giving it. It was Narcissa wanting the best for her child. The one thing that could keep her tethered to this world. If… that word… If… It glared at her. Taunted her.

"You would have made a bond with Cissy today, wouldn't you?" Bella asked, and this time her voice was not that of a woman coming from the depths of sleep, but of a woman, torn between right and wrong, death and living. Fleur wrapped her hand around Bella, placed her lips to Bella's head and kissed her lovingly. Then placed her cheek to her forehead.

"Yes," she whispered. She waited for Bella to rip from her arms. She waited for the love of her life, her mate to run from her. But all Bella did was slowly slip from Fleur and then from their bed. Fleur followed as quickly as she could, she threw her arms out words on her lips of how much Bella meant to her, how much she treasured Bella's heart and their bond. But Bella sat down in a chair near the fire. She sighed and pointed for Fleur to sit opposite of her. The Veela clenched her jaw and waited for their fight.

"I wanted it to," Bella confessed.

"You what?" Fleur asked in a barely whisper. She could not begin to wonder her lovers mind.

"If it saved my sister I would do just about anything," then Bella's black eyes pierced her own, "even if it meant sharing you," Bella clenched her fist and slammed it to the arm of the plush chair. Fleur watched as Bella ran through her emotions.

"I would have whored you out to my sister for her to live," Bella clenched her fist tighter, and clenched her eyes shut as tears slipped through her eye lids.

"You glorious witch, it would not have been like that. I also think she has more respect for you, and your heart than you give her credit for, my witch," Fleur said softly to her torn lover.

"What were you thinking about when I woke up?" Bella asked challenging.

She still had a small gash in her soul, a small doubt that Fleur still wanted Narcissa and Hermione more than her. Fleur walked over to the witch. She looked down. Black eyes found blue. Fleur slipped a thigh between Bella's knees, and then edged closer. She leaned down, her lips found Bella's.

"I will answer if you will listen and believe what I have to say," as she pulled away but stood oh so close. Bella narrowed her eyes.

"Don't fuck with me Little Beast," Bella growled. It was the old Bella, the danger in that growl. Fleur was not afraid to confess to Bella that she was attracted that side of Bella's darkness.

"No, I will not fuck with you," Fleur said down to the sitting woman. Bella reached out and pulled Fleur into her lap, as Fleur wrapped her arms around Bella's neck and threw her legs over the chair. Bella wandlessly elongated the chair outwards instead of width so her legs reclined.

"Now, Little Beast, tell me your thoughts concerning my sister," Bella hit it home, and part of Fleur flinched.

"If, and I mean if something were to happen," Fleur watched Bella's face. Her grasp on Fleur loosened, and her eyes took on a grieved appearance,

"Fleur, she and the little witch gave me everything," then Bella looked into Fleur's eyes, "They even gave me you. They believe in me. They knew I was not a lost soul. They found me and gave me a way home where I found you. I owe Hermione, and Narcissa everything. I owe you everything. I don't want Cissy to die but if her dying wish is that we take her child, I cant refuse that but…" Bella paused and her eyes swam. Fleur slipped her hand up to Bella's cheek. She silently asked. Bella took Fleur's hand, kissed the ring set and then stared off into space holding Fleur loosely in her lap, but never let go of Fleur's hand.

"Can I raise a child?" Bella asked into the space between them. Fleur cocked her head, and furrowed her brow, but didn't leave Bella, "I am dark, twisted, and somewhat militant in dolling out punishment," Bella paused.

"How do you know you are militant? How do you know you will be abusive? I know that's what you are afraid of. You are afraid of being your father. You are afraid that all of those 'lessons' he put you through were the only way you know how to raise a child," Fleur pulled Bella's lips to her own and then they locked, soft, loving, and the Vella purred, "But you are so gentle in your love for me, and those you consider your own, under your protection, your family. Don't think I haven't seen the way you and Harry Potter are so close," Fleur smiled as Bella looked away with a tint to her cheeks.

"Harry told me I would be a fine substitute mother, but could it be said of being a mother for Cissy's child? Fleur, I am not ready to lose her," Bella finally confessed her fear. Parenthood aside, it was Narcissa's death that clenched her heart and would not let go.

"Bella, my dark love, all I was thinking about was if Narcissa were to go, I want us together, in all ways, so there are no contestations in Narcissa's will," Fleur said as she looked to Bella. Finally, after the cogs worked in Bella's mind she blinked and looked down.

"You want to be wed before the baby is born to ensure custody if Narcissa is lost?" Bella asked of two minds.

"Oh you…" Fleur jumped from Bella and Bella went to grasp for her but the Veela was too quick, "NO! Yes… sort of. I didn't want anyone not granting Narcissa's wish because of our past, my lineage, and your history," Fleur said softly then tore around with her jaw tensed, and her hands clenched.

Fleur began to pace before Bella. Bella waited, she knew to let her lover have a moment, even if those moments were few and far between. Fleur always seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, rarely let her emotions override her decisions. Bella must have pissed off the Veela.

"I am already married to you!" Fleur blurted out and froze. Bella blinked and waited, and then blinked again. She wasn't breathing, she wasn't moving.

"How?" was all Bella could weakly push out of her lungs. Fleur closed her eyes and clenched her fists and her jaw. She looked at her lover.

"Before I tell you anything know that I love you, ok?" Fleur asserted and Bella nodded now on the edge of her seat.

"Remember when we started that ritual, and I collapsed, and you had the urge to combine our blood to save me?" Fleur asked trying to spark Bella's memory and didn't have to go any further.

"You were so angry. You said I took your choice. I took your to … Oh dear Merlin! I took your choice to marry another!?" Bella screeched as she put her hands to her face burying her cheeks in her palms. Fleur sighed and kneeled next to Bella.

"You were my mate even then, you just took away my choice of how to proceed," Fleur lifted Bella face, so she could see into Bella's eyes. They found each other.

"I would never have it any other way. Did I completely love you as I drove a dagger into your tattoo? No, but you were there, it was the bond, and saw our threads. I fought so hard against you, but in the end, I needed you, I loved you. My Veela called for you. I was so happy later you called for me too," Fleur said to Bella with wet eyes. Bella blinked.

"I am married," Bella said still shocked and then a smile spread over her lips. I am married," Bella threw her arms over Fleur's shoulders and brought her head to her in a bruising kiss.

"Wait, are we married according to wizarding society?" Bella asked and Fleur blinked her euphoric haze from her mind.

"No, only in the Veela society. Once we have bonded, we appear in the Veela registry of mated and bonded souls. AKA married in Veela society," Fleur replied.

"When do you want to get married?" Bella asked and Fleur looked at her, open mouthed, "I assume that's what you were thinking about when I woke up. So, when do you want to complete this?" Bella asked and Fleur pulled away.

"Bella, I don't want this to be a business transaction," Fleur said but lips found hers.

"Cissy already blessed the union, you are a Black. But I don't want a crowd," Bella began to fidget with Fleur's hair, "I don't deserve a crowd, but if you need a wedding, the whole caboodle, then I will give it to you, you just need to tell me when. I will love you if we marry tomorrow, or twenty years from now," Bella smiled at Fleur. Fleur kissed Bella.

"As soon as you accept you are a Delacour. Veelas are possessive my love," Fleur smiled as Bella chuckled.

"Wonderful. I have been a Black for all my life, and a bad one at that. I don't deserve the honors of being a Black, but I would be honored to take your last name. A fresh start from everything," Bella beamed down on Fleur. Fleur nodded.

"Why not December 31st? Last wonderful event before a wonderful new year?" Fleur asked, and all Bella could do was nod. She took Fleur into her arms and felt her heart slip into place. She felt everything align. She was engaged, she was already married technically, and it was glorious.

Visiting Goblins:

"Please come with me," Narcissa asked of both Bella and Fleur. They looked at Narcissa. She wasn't pleading as if she were on the verge of breaking down. She was wanting them to go for a reason. Bella and Fleur had not yet told Narcissa of their plans, but it felt like she already knew. Fleur looked and found Dobby. Her eyes narrowed, and the little elf backed toward Narcissa.

"Stop, yes, he told me, so what? Now let's get prepared," Narcissa said animatedly. Bella and Fleur were not about to take away the first glimmer of joy from the woman's eyes since they stripped her from the bond. They followed her to Gringotts. Fleur and Bella tailed Narcissa and watched as the woman's entire manner shifted. She was no longer Cissy. She was Narcissa Black, Head of the Noble House of Black. Bella felt the house bond pull on her and she flinched as Fleur looked at her.

"She is Head of House. There is a bond between Heads of House, especially with the Black family and the other members. She commands my respect," Bella gritted, and then Fleur placed a hand on Bella's arms.

"We have the same custom in the Veela community. We are essentially bound to our head of clan, just as you are. Let it go, don't fight it. I understand this. Ill be here for you," Fleur offered, and Bella sighed and let Narcissa's house magic glide over her. She would do as she was asked or commanded to an extent. It was one reason why she fell to her father and his tyrannical rule over their house.

Narcissa demanded a presence with Scrollblade. Both women looked to the other, they have never seen the two interact before and wondered who was whose master. Finally, a goblin took the three of them into the back, to a secluded room, bare except for three chairs, a desk, and a chair for the attendant. Scrollblade came through the door.

Narcissa sat on pins and needles. She was horrible she knew that. She didn't return the invitations of the goblin nation to come to the bank and she worried she was in for a world of hurt. She asked Fleur and Bella to go with her because she knew of what happened under her roof. She had Dobby and that's all she will say about that. Something about the other two women left her weary. But when the elf told her of their plan, she was as elated as she could be.

Now she found herself trying to radiate the persona of a highborn pureblood elitist, who just so happened to look for equality, if equality was earned. Basically, she tried to channel the witch she was when she came back from the future. When she took her life in her hands and molded it for a life with the woman she fell in love with. She tried to be the witch that married Hermione only a year and a half ago.

When he came through the door and he looked at her. His beady eyes looked past her personas and masks. He saw into her soul, and part of her croaked, luckily it was the inside part. Outwardly she only swallowed but didn't give him any other clue to her discomfort.

"I have owled you letters many times," he stated gruffly.

"I received them. Thank you for the invitation," Narcissa said politely, but detached. Scrollblade looked at Narcissa, and then the other two people with her. He reached out his hand. Fleur and Bella were frozen.

"You cannot bring bodyguards to a goblin nation meeting Narcissa," Scrollblade growled.

"I didn't do anything of the sort you ass," Narcissa growled at him as she went to her feet. Her magic fought his. Fleur and Bella could move. Her eyes flashed toward the goblin.

"You dare attack my guests!?" her magic rolled outwardly from her, Fleur and Bella slipped into a corner and Scrollblade erected a shield. "You doubt my promise to you all that time ago!? I was wed into a Goblin family. I will uphold those traditions as much as I could within my abilities as a witch of power in the wizarding community. I would NEVER go against you, but to side with you I would have to be convinced terribly. And THIS is not convincing me, Scrollblade," Narcissa growled at the goblin. Bella and Fleur admitted later they were frightened to death of Narcissa.

"Good, you have not lost too much fire young one," Scrollblade sat down, and then Narcissa practically flopped into the chair. "How's the kid?" he asked smiling.

"Good, how's the nation?" she quipped back, and he shook his head.

"I have missed you," he said, and Bella and Fleur looked back and forth between the other.

"Me too my friend. Me too. I have come here for a few things. I was hoping you could help me," Narcissa said, going into her gentle business mode she always seemed to have with the goblin. He clasped his hands and waited.

"First, I want to make my vault accessible to Bellatrix Delacour," Narcissa smiled as she shifted her eyes to the gasp behind her, "And Draco Malfoy Black for their upcoming nuptials," Scrollblade made a note in his ledger, and nodded.

"Second, I would like to draw up custody agreements to be filed with the ministry of magic and with your goblin nation," Scrollblade looked up. His eyes leveled with Narcissa's. He sighed and took a quill.

"Narcissa Black, will grant custody of her child with Hermione Jean Black to Bellatrix, and Fleur Delacour upon death. They will be named godmother to Emma Lyra Black, and as such over see her needs and adopt her as a Delacour," Narcissa paused.

"I Narcissa Isabela Black Martindirk, grant of her child with Hermione Jean Black Martindirk custody to Bellatrix, and Fleur Delacour upon death. They will be named godmother to Emma Lyra Black, and as such oversee her needs and adopt her as a Delacour, but will be educated in her house, and her position in the goblin nation," Narcissa waited as the goblin stopped scratching on the scroll. He placed the quill on the parchment and looked at all three.

"Will you be willing to teach the little one out ways?" Scrollblade asked fiercely.

"Yes," Bella said strongly. Everyone was surprised as she was the one who stepped forward, then looked down, "However I have no way of giving her such knowledge," Bella confided.

"You will be given Martin if I die, and to be placed in your home," Narcissa said no room for argument. Bella only nodded, and Fleur looked between the two women.

"I would like Bella to become part of the Goblin Nation," Narcissa stated. Scrollblade blinked, and then sighed. He looked at the witch behind Narcissa.

"Her soul is healing, but do you think she is ready for such a right of passage?" Scrollblade asked Narcissa. The woman grinned.

"She is stronger than I will ever be. She is ready for anything you wish to throw at her," Narcissa said.

"Hey Cissy," Bella said trying to but in. But Scrollblade moved and then Narcissa followed. Fleur was Lost.

"Bellatrix Delacour, will you take part in the Goblin trials of purification and honor, to claim a position as part of the goblin nation?" He asked taking her hand walking into the passage that Narcissa took those many moons ago.

"Yes, but I don't understand," Before she could say anything else, she was ushered into a room. The door closed.

"Narcissa, what in the hell is about to happen?" Fleur asked as she round on Narcissa. Narcissa lifted her hand, her cold demeanor relaxed.

"I did it, she can," Narcissa said as she followed Scrollblade to a place where they watched the trial begin.

"How do you know?" Fleur screeched afraid of losing her lover.

"I passed," Narcissa said simply.

"Bella may not be as healed as you were when you went in," Fleur argued as she looked at a room whitewashed and Bella stood there looking around.

"Have faith in your lover Fleur, she is the strongest Black there is," Narcissa said as she watched. Belief showing in her blue eyes.

What Fleur neglected to say was that another Black sister said that Narcissa was the strongest, most manipulative, of the Blacks. She was starting to believe the other sister. She looked at her lover and watched.

Bella was shoved into a white room, much like to room that was her cell when Bones had her and she met Kiera again. What was the point of this trial? Then a person came from another door. She recognized them and she drew her wand. She stood, unshaking, unmoving.

"Oh, if it isn't the whore," laughed a man in a jacket, unarmed. She lifted her wand, and then the lips of her mouth moved, but one thing happened that only Narcissa knew would happen. The spell never came. Bella growled, and rushed the man. She kneed him in the nose, shattering it, blood splattered. but she rounded. She waited for the man to come back. Say anything, do anything. The curse on her lips. She swallowed as she itched to make the man suffer. But he simply slumped to the ground.

"Well that was delightfully anticlimactic," Narcissa said smiling at her sister. She stood as Scrollblade made her ease back.

Bella rushed the door as it opened.

"First trial of three down Mrs. Delacour," Scrollblade said as he ushered her to a cart. They sped off. They didn't know that Narcissa and Fleur followed behind her. Actually, Scrollblade made a glamour that made it so you couldn't see being them. He then ushered her to another door. She stopped him.

"If I pass this trial can a wed according to the goblin nation?" she asked softly, almost scared.

"Mrs. Delacour, you would be a goblin in the nation. Just as you would be a witch in the Wizarding world. You marry there, you marry here, and vice versa. Some people though like the formalities of the deed, and paperwork especially you wizards never trusting our goblin laws. Do you wish to continue?" he asked, and Bella shifted her dress, and stood as tall as her small frame would allow and she nodded. She strode through the door.

Bella waited. Fleur and Narcissa came to a viewing section. Narcissa's breath caught. She clutched Fleur's hand.

"No," Narcissa gasped. Fleur looked back to the room. The blood drained from her cheeks. She felt a vice like grip on her hand with each passing moment if grew tighter. She looked to Narcissa. Here eyes wide. "Please, no," Narcissa almost collapsed.

"Hello Bella," a soft voice sounded in the room and every woman present gasped. Fleur clutched at Narcissa, and Narcissa fell to her knees but didn't take her eyes from the figure in the room.

Bella let her jaw drop. She looked at an angel. She looked at the one person that offered her salvation before even her mate offered her arms to fly into. She rushed the figure.

"Hermione," Bella said as she took the figure into her arms and stroked her hair, "My Keira, my sweet little witch," Bella loved the figure in her arms. Then a lancing pain shot through her gut. She stepped back. She saw the woman before her with a wand up.

"You took from me Bella," said those words, in that tone, as they have been spoken so long ago.

"How could you ever think I could forgive you?" The girl said as she kneeled next to a crouched Bella holding her abdomen. A sneer, evil and void of love slipped over the younger witch's face.

"CRUCIO!" Bella hit the floor screeching

"It's me, its Bella!" then screams as another curse hit.

Crucio after Crucio hit Bella.

"Please Hermione, please," Bella pleased, and then Hermione dove on top of her. Pinned her weak body to the ground. She whipped out a blade. Bella struggled against the girl on her. She croaked and screamed. When the blade pierced her flesh, Bella howled. The woman pined her to the floor, helpless to stop her. Slice, and cut, and then abrupt jagged opening.

"No… nooo, please Hermione this isn't you… no." Bella gasped as a face came in line with her own. It looked crazed, lost and dark, driven to the depths of hell. Hermione was demonic and lost to the depths of darkness. Then the girl lunged at her arm. When she was done, all she could do was curl in on herself, tears marred her vision, and then she saw it. BLOOD TRAITOR. She took her arm and placed it to her chest, her whimpering sobs softened,

"So what?" Bella said after a long stretch of time.

"You are a mudblood and Cissy loves you, accepts you, would die for you. Why can't I do that for the person I love?" Bella asked, then she stood, cradling her arm to her body, shaking with the effects of the Cruciatus curse. "If Andy can take it, and continue, and be proud of who she is why can't I? More importantly, this," Bella gestured with her arm, "Is nothing. What hurt the most was you, on me, over me. Just like I did to you," Bella slumped forward, stumbling, exhausted.

"I'm free to love my mate. I love her dearly," Bella threw out her arm, blood droplets hit the floor and wall, "Take more from me, to appease your desire to humiliate me as I have humiliated you," Bella proclaimed to the Hermione in the room. Narcissa, Fleur, and Bella held their breath. The door opened. Bella stood. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to leave the little witch she adored, even in the throes of such a rage. Part of Bella knew it was there, deep in the depths of Hermione's heart and soul, she knew what the girl was capable of. She wanted to throw her arms around the girl, tell her it was ok, she understood but someone grasped her arm pulling her away.

"Come," some one said as she continued to look behind her.

"Holy fuck," Fleur said as she sat back head in her hands, "Are all goblin tests like this?" All Narcissa could do is nod.

"It's also a matter of prospective. What would hurt the person the most? We all know Bella can withstand a lot of pain but in those moments what would she do? Then if…" her eyes closed, "If Hermione turned the tables, what would Bella do? How would she pass? It was her love for you that allowed her to advance."

"What's next?" Fleur asked queasy watching all that Bella was going through.

"I don't know. It's different for everyone," Narcissa stood, and walked behind Scrollblade following at a distance. When Bella walked into the trial her heart dropped as her eyes connected with Scrollblade's. His eyes. No... his eyes said… NO! Narcissa strode up to Scrollblade.

"She is stronger than you think my friend," Narcissa said as she once again found herself in a room looking over… the room in Fleur's home. Fleur and Narcissa sighed, clenched each other's hand.

"Come Bella," came a voice she loved, she craved.

"Please tell me I am done," Bella said as she flopped onto their bed. Bella began stripping clothes and hummed as fingers caressed her back and through her hair. A body molded to her and she smiled.

Fleur squeezed Narcissa's hand, and Narcissa winced.

"Stop, she is stronger than you think, watch and try not to break my hand," Narcissa said and hoped her faith in her sister was correct.

Bella sighed. Fleur was against her back, and then her hands wove into her hair, and then kisses scattered along her neck and shoulder. One hand it felt different. Bella blinked and stayed there steady, and then the teeth felt different, and then the way the person caressed Bella was all wrong. Bella pulled from Fleur and moved from the bed.

"No," Bella said as she finally pulled fully away from the body of her lover. She stood and looked at Fleur. The Veela she knew, the woman she wanted. Those blue eyes. Something clicked.

"Look at me," Bella snapped, the woman pierced Bella's blue eyes, "Little beast," she muttered and then something flashed in those irises. It was hate, discontent, and loathing.

"Little beast," Bella said as she stood. The woman below her seethed in her anger, and Bella looked up.

"Give me my fucking mate you goblin prick," Bella roared and the door opened. Bella put her clothes back on, laced up her corset with her wand, and stepped out with her boots in her hand.

"You passed all of the trials, but we forgot to inform you there will be one more," Scrollblade said and then Bella growled, but Narcissa stayed her hand. She glared into Bella's eyes.

"I am your fourth challenge Dear Bells," Bella was tongue tied and couldn't fight it. She looked to Fleur. "Oh, and bring your mate, its for both of you," Narcissa walked on and Scrollblade only nodded.

They followed Narcissa through the closed door. Narcissa sat at a table much like she did when she beat the Goblin King in her last contest. She waited as they took the stools before them. Scrollblade went and put two vials before Bella and Fleur. They looked at each other.

"You know this is truth serum, don't you?" Bella asked getting a feel for the obstacles.

"And Narcissa is relentless in her questioning," Fleur said and then took a deep breath. She picked up the vial, swallowed it, and Bella followed holding her hand. Narcissa looked at the two women. She loved the deeply, she wanted everything for them. But she needed to be sure.

"Bella, first question: do you want to be evil, and cast dark curses upon the populace?" Narcissa asked. Bella closed her eyes.

"Yes, but I refuse," Bella answered.

"Why?"

"Because Fleur would possibly leave me, and the thought of it does not sit right anymore. Its not as fun. I feel guilty," Bella answered. Narcissa looked at Fleur. Fleur looked at her, vague nonchalance. Narcissa smiled. She could fix that.

"Fleur, do you still want to entice me and Hermione into a threesome?" Narcissa asked coldly, but a part of her smiled when Fleur's cold façade slipped, and she looked to Bella. Narcissa grinned as Fleur tried to lie.

"Yes… leave this be Narcissa please," Fleur pleaded.

"How often was I in a relationship with Hermione and you propositioned us? How many times did I tell you to back off?" Narcissa asked throwing the ball into Fleur's court. Fleur looked at Bella and Bella's brow furrowed.

"Many times," Fleur sighed, "I felt you were wrong for her. I felt I was her mate and not you," Fleur clamped her lips shut.

"Bella, your mate, do you love her?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

The cogs shifted through Bella. Narcissa waited. She knew her sister could do it. She could make the Veela love her more, and she could see her questioning, in a moment would be nothing more than an illusion.

"Kiss my ass Narcissa," Bella growled, "I have taken, and tortured, and killed, and yet she still wants me. She wants me and all of my darkness, she knows me inside and out. She will have all of me and no one else not because she is my mate, but because this wondrous woman loves me, and I love her," Bella said and took Fleur's hand not looking at her. Fleur looked to Narcissa eyes glaring.

"Once I would have wanted us together, the three of us, entwined, but no more. As Bella has stated, she is mine, and only mine. My beast with in, and my fragile human heart yearn only for the woman beside me, Bella. You are my Coeur," Fleur stated.

Narcissa was happy with the outcome. It made her sister, and her friend look at themselves, at their relationship. Narcissa smiled and waited. The door opened and then both women walked through.

"Fleur Delacour there was nothing to test you by. If there was a test it was only to test the ties to your heart. Bella Delacour, you have lived a very hard, violent and torturous life. You met it. Remember what it feels like to be tortured by someone you love. Welcome to the goblin nation," Scrollblade said with no more fan fair.

"I wasn't expecting to bring Fleur into the nation, but more the merrier," Narcissa said as she walked from the room.

"So, now that you are under truth serum, know you are supposed to be together, can you please abide by my wishes?" Narcissa asked and both nodded then she looked to Bella.

"Do you really fear your darkness in raising children?" she asked, and all Bella could do was nod.

"But I know the darkness I don't want to be. I will strive to be the opposite he ever was," Bella stated strongly.

Narcissa laughed.

"Sometimes children need a firm hand, it's alright, the word 'no' is ok Bells." Narcissa smiled as she watched her sister.

"You are married now by the way," Scrollblade said, "give me a week to draw up the documents," he said and then hopped in a car on the rails waiting for him. Bella and Fleur looked at him, but Bella smiled.

"My gift to you my love," said Bella as she nuzzled Fleur's ear. Fleur only smiled. One Veela, One goblin Marriage.

"Now the 31st of December, you said?" Narcissa smiled, pulling them from their little world, "Let me think on that, I might have something for you," Narcissa chuckled as she slipped into a car that took them to the surface. Fleur looked down to Bella's arm where Hermione carved into her flesh. The skin was red, inflamed, but unmarked. Bella looked down into Fleur's eyes. Placed her forehead to Fleur's and breathed in all of Fleur she could.

"Hurry up, I have two weddings to help plan, an Infirmary to make sure is set, documents to sign over my child to you if I die, and quarters at Hogwarts to finish up. Chop Chop," Narcissa demanded. Both witches looked to the witch, and sighed with twin exhausted, but complete smiles on their faces. Only Narcissa could do this, all of this, married according Goblin tradition, make Bella see her demons, make Fleur understand why the three of them could never be, and then draw up custody forms for her unborn child. They both sighed, Narcissa Black was truly the strongest, and most manipulative of them all.