Hey Everyone,

I am playing with a small auxiliary character that, in my opinion pushed Narcissa to think outside of the box. That is the only reason why this new witch is there, but you learn more of her quest in this chapter. No, she will not be a regular, but a catalyst.

Alright... I have been put through the ringer recently with work, as I am sure everyone has with this Coronapocolypse taking place. I am beginning to hate all electronic devices, HAHA But I want this story done and soon. I am guesstimating no more than 4-6 more chapters. I am leaning more towards the 4 than the six. so keep your fingers crossed

I promise not to rush it. I wont do that the story. Please be patient. I am shooting for this bad boy to be done in the next few weeks. Maybe we can throw a digital party when this sucker is done. lol


Couple of Day After Narcissa's Release

Andromeda stayed with Narcissa for four days and then the woman demanded she go back to work. Andromeda owled the headmistress and it took one visit from her to make Narcissa stay two more days. On the fourth day some one visited. She was a shock to the two women who sat in the parlor reading near the fire.

Andromeda had a wand in her hand and Narcissa narrowed her eyes as she felt the magic bite across her fingers in a command display of wandless magic. The visitor raised her hands in surrender.

"I come in peace," she said with a smile and Andromeda lowered her wand but never stowed it away. There was something oddly familiar about this doctor, but Andromeda shook her head trying to force those thoughts aside. It was too much.

"Doctor, what can we do for you?" Narcissa asked indicating toward the sofa never taking her eyes from the woman.

"I actually came to talk to Andromeda," she turned to the women, "I would like to assist Mrs. Tonks as a midwife in your delivery, if that is of course alright with the both of you," Doc informed the women of her presence.

"Why?" Andromeda asked. Narcissa looked to her sister and saw how she sat ridged, and never put her wand completely away. Narcissa looked at the woman and felt a sense of familiarity, but that was all.

"You told me of her soul bond. I am highly intrigued in her case due to this added aspect of her health and care," then Doc looked at Narcissa, "I hope it does not come to pass, but I do know what happens to one person when their mate is absent. I have had experience with bonded pairs before. I would like to assist in the event that your soul would be claimed," Doc said.

Narcissa sat with her eyes wide.

"Do you think you can keep me alive?" Narcissa whispered as she felt her chest fill with hope. The last thing she wanted on this earth was to leave her daughter.

"I believe I would try to keep the parents of this little one alive," Doc said indicating to Narcissa's belly.

"Parents? You mean Narcissa?" Andy asked looking for clarification. Then that smile swept of the doctors lips. It was a knowing smile, as if she held all the cards. And loved every moment of having the power of knowledge over these two women.

"Who are you?" Narcissa asked as she began to let her logical brain catch up to her heart.

"Oh yes, forgive me. You may call me Doc, but it was a running joke with a few of the nurses. I am also a muggle doctor. I am Dr. Danelle Martin. Doc Martin…. Like the muggle boots," the brunette supplied with a snicker.

"So, your friends called you Doc after the shoe? Here I thought it was a Bugs Bunny reference," Andromeda joked, and the Doctor laughed. Andromeda and Narcissa relaxed slightly.

"Yes, but I am also here to work with you, Andromeda Tonks. You are still one of the most revolutionary and forward-thinking healers St. Mungo's ever had in terms of torture victims and flesh curses. I would love to learn more from you. If you would allow me to pick your brain that is," Doc asked of Andy. Narcissa turned to Andromeda. She noted that her sister was uncomfortable and looked to her hands.

"I am not a healer any longer, I am sorry. My methods must be outdated…" but she was politely cut off.

"On the contrary, they are still used to this day, and many have tried to develop better methods but only your methods soothe the patient, while treating them. True there have been faster ways of healing, but the wounds are more painful than the actual curse using the accelerated rate of healing. So, Mrs. Tonks... you are still a master in a field of novices," Doc watched the woman. Andromeda didn't like it. She felt like she was being played for a fool.

"Cut the flattery. What do you want?" Andromeda Growled. Doc's smile slipped and she sat forward, elbows on knees.

"I want to study the effects of a soul bound person when they give birth to their child when the other half of their soul is nowhere to be found."

There it was. The challenge, and the crux of the deception. Narcissa let her hand cover her belly, subconsciously protecting it. Andromeda on the other hand watched this woman. She looked at her. She studied the visitor. Then their eyes locked. Andromeda swallowed as she sat back and looked at the fire.

"The choice is up to you Cissy," Andromeda said softly.

"Do you trust the doctor?" her sister asked Andy and Andromeda once more looked to the stranger. They sat there watching, nonchalant as if it didn't matter which way the decision fell.

"I will get to know her better, but I believe she is only here for the welfare of her patient, and to learn more. How much more she can learn from me is to be determined. I believe she is already far more capable than I am," Andromeda said and watched blue eyes soften.

"I give you my solemn oath that I wish no harm to Narcissa or her child," Doc swore. Narcissa sighed and stood up.

"You two settle this. I want to go for a walk in the greenhouse," Narcissa stated as she accioed a heavy jacket.

"Mrs. Black," Doc called out and Narcissa turned around, "Are you certain she is dead?" the doctor asked, and Andromeda almost leapt out of her chair to curse the hell out of this intruder. Narcissa lifted a hand and sighed.

"No, I am not certain, but we can not live our lives waiting for someday, when tomorrow is right now," Narcissa said as she once more placed a hand to her stomach.

"I would want to know. If there was a way, a device, a confidant, anything, any resource to find out for certain if my soulmate were dead. I would scour everything I owned to find out for certain," Doc said to Narcissa. Narcissa stared at the woman. She sighed and left the woman and Andromeda to their conversation. She wanted nothing more than to be with the bird of paradise she planted earlier that year in remembrance of her beloved.

"You fucking fool! Why would you say that, ask her that?!" Andromeda whispered in a growl as soon as she knew Narcissa could not hear, but the woman only chuckled and sat back with her left leg crossed over her right.

"She is not weak Andromeda," Doc said with a glimmer in her eyes.

"Who the fuck are you and you will not lie to me?" Andromeda warmed as she reached for her wand.

"Come now, of all people you are the one who already knows. Sometimes it is best not to repress your thoughts Andy," Doc said as she tutted to Andromeda.

"Emma," she whispered. The woman in front of her smiled as she conjured a tea service. Before Andromeda knew it there was a teacup in her hand, and a smiling woman before her.

"You are just like your mother," Andy shook her head still stunned.

"Which one?" Doc asked cheekily.

"Narcissa. You are one manipulative little shit. You push people like she does, but you are mischievous like Hermione. Oh my god I can't believe I am having this conversation," Andromeda looked back to the woman before her.

"Why are you here?" Andy asked is a voice barely above a breath.

"If I didn't come, she would die," Doc said as she turned and looked into the fire.

"Yes, Narcissa is important…" Then Andromeda watched Doc, "It's not Narcissa you are talking about is it?"

"You know I can't tell you anything. Just know I need them both, we all need them," Doc looked away, "Too many deaths, broken hearts, and lost souls. No, the world does not revolve around them," then Doc looked into Andromeda's eyes, "But they are my world, and everything and every one would be better if they were together. I need to ensure Narcissa lives," Doc then sipped her tea, closed her eyes and smiled, "England still makes the best tea."

In that moment she looked so much like Hermione Andromeda almost dropped to her knees and pulled the woman into her embrace, and wept in her lap. Then it hit her. Narcissa would have died, then that meant Hermione came back, and Narcissa wasn't there. Then she …

"Ill do as you ask but, you my dear, are nothing more than Doc. We don't know you, you don't know us. Also stay as far from Bella, and Fleur as possible. They are your guardians in the future, as you know, if Narcissa is not to make it out of this. We don't need them seeing you, and then coming to the conclusions years later you are Doc," Andromeda stared down the young woman. She only smiled her little smile and nodded.

"So, it's a deal?" Doc asked and Andromeda sighed.

"Yes, you will assist but I don't know what I can do to help you with Narcissa," Andromeda confessed.

"Oh I think I may have nudged her in the right direction," Doc smirked then saw Andy looking at her waiting, "She has other vaults Andy, and one in particular will be helpful. Not finite, but it will help her know. Hermione is not dead," Doc explained.

"I can see what I can do," Andy said and then Dobby popped into the parlor.

The little man stopped. He froze as she saw the visitor.

"Hello little man. I am sure I can ask you to keep a secret, so we don't freak out your mistress?" Doc asked.

Dobby looked to Andromeda and she nodded.

"Miss Andy am I dreaming?" the little elf asked.

"No little friend" she said softly. Then he walked slowly to the woman and held out his hand.

"Little Emmy?" he asked and as soon as Doc touched his hand, he jerked it back and looked at her, "You can't be here. You have to go back," he chastised in a whisper looking around as if he were about to get caught. Doc only laughed.

"You are right, and if it works out, I will be going back soon. I am happy to see you my friend," Doc sipped her tea and then dobby reached out for her empty cup and he took the tea service back to the kitchens.

"I think you terrified the little guy," Andy smirked. Doc only shook her head.

"You have no idea, and neither does he. I was a hellion, and in some ways still am," Cod smirked then stood. She looked to Andromeda.

"I look forward to working with you. What do you say every Thursday we get together for tea and talk about our patients progress?"

"Sounds fine by me," Andy said and then watched as the woman flooed back from whence she came. Andromeda walked to the green house.

She found Narcissa sitting on a conjured stool sitting Infront of a bundle of birds of paradise.

December 1st

"I wish to speak with Scrollblade and Fleur Delacour, if it is possible," Narcissa said as she handed over her wand to be checked and the goblin nodded and escorted her to a room. Every once in a while, she was escorted by someone other than Scrollblade, and being the holiday season, she could understand the uptake in backing traffic.

Narcissa stood in the room she was usually escorted to by Scrollblade and waited. She hated sitting right now. It did something crazy to her back, and she hated trying to get up. She felt enormous, fat, fine. She felt like a beached whale. She eyed the chair and sighed. Her feet hurt too damned much to give a shit about her back. Once she sat down, she sighed. Then the door opened.

Fleur and Scrollblade came in through the door. Fleur's brow furrowed, and the tilt of her head asked Narcissa what was going on. Scrollblade on the other hand walked right up to Narcissa and reached for her and they shared an awkward embrace. He then looked from her eyes to her belly and she smiled down to her friend and nodded. He touched her stomach and closed his eyes. It was crazy. He was the first one to simply touch her stomach and the child reacted. The goblin prince looked up and smiled.

"She will be wonderfully strong. May I claim her?" he asked with eyes that seemed bright for a goblin. He walked to the other side of his desk when he saw Narcissa's brow furrow. Fleur sat in the chair next to Narcissa and it was automatic. They reached for each other, hands clasped. Scrollblade looked to their hands then to the women before him, then blinked.

"You do know that Fleur and Bella get Emma if I die, old friend. What do you mean by claim her?" Narcissa stated softly not wanting to hurt her friend but wanted to be firm on who raised her.

"No, its like we claimed Hermione. We will accept her through her right of House," Scrollblade said.

"No tricks or trials?" Narcissa asked with an eyebrow lifted as she clenched the Fleur's hand.

"Um, pardonne-moi, but I know Hermione had goblin ties, but I don't follow. Why would you claim Hermione's daughter? She is not of Goblin royalty," Fleur asked. Narcissa looked to Scrollblade and smiled.

"Fleur, I think its time to tell you but the reason why Scrollblade is our account holder. It was partly because of my trip to the past, yes, but Hermione is in possession of quite a few of her own vaults," Narcissa let this settle over her Veela friend.

"Such as…" Fleur urged on.

"The Martindirk Vault," Scrollblade said and Fleur turned her head slowly from Narcissa to Scrollblade. Her jaw dropped and then she looked to Narcissa.

"When I first started here it was a legendary vault. No one could open it unless they passed a series of trials and had to be the descendant of Martin… Oh my god she did it?!" Fleur sat forward on her chair, "How? When? What was involved?"

There was a clear of one's throat and Fleur immediately settled back as she heard her boss clear his throat.

"Narcissa would not know of what took place," he looked to Narcissa and smiled apologetically, "Eventhough you have access to her vaults, there is a fidelis charm on it to keep people from figuring out how to claim the right of house. It has to be a true test and challenge. Parents cant give the kids the answers my dear," he smiled his toothy grin that looked absolutely horrid. Narcissa chuckled.

"I understand. Even Martin doesn't talk about it," Narcissa took a deep breath, "Yes, I would be honored if you claim her as hair to your nation, and the House of Martindirk," Narcissa said and a swirl of magic whipped through the room.

"Wait on damned moment!" Fleur yelled and looked at the two, "Hermione is a Goblin Princess?" She looked to the both of them Narcissa waved her hand to Scrollblade.

"She was adopted as a Martindirk into our tribe. I have no children, and my father has no grandchildren, so essentially yes, Hermione is next in line. Is it likely it will happen? No, but it is there, until a likely and suitable king can be placed," he explained.

"How does that work?" Fleur asked. And Scrollblade sighed.

"We are getting off topic, but the Martindirk heir, full of loyalty, cunning, courage, discipline, and intelligence, will be able to choose the best for the Nation. Narcissa and Hermione both made the best fit for this. One is methodical, cunning, and manipulative, with the heart of a tiger. The other loving, loyal, and courageous, but with the cunning of a fox," he smiled as Narcissa digested new information, "I predict your child with be a conglomerate of all these. A true mix."

Everyone settled into silence.

"I never knew she was so… connected," Fleur said in awe then felt Narcissa squeeze her hand.

"These connections didn't make her," Narcissa smiled to the blonde, "We did. Her friends and family made Hermione who she is, not these riches or responsibilities. Now to why I asked you here," Narcissa sat up straighter and looked at Scrollblade. "I wish to take Mrs. Delacour to the Agrippa Vault, and the Black Vault."

Scrollblade nodded and stood.

"Do you mean THE Cornelius Agrippa?" Fleur whispered. Narcissa nodded and smiled. Fleur began to lag behind. Narcissa reached back and put the woman's hand in the crook of Narcissa's arm.

"Come Love. You are here for a few reasons," Narcissa said to the Veela.

"What are those?' Fleur whispered as she, Narcissa and Scrollblade got into a car and traveled farther into the bowels of the earth than Fleur had ever been before.

"First, you are here to inherit a vault as Bella's wife because Bella is at the Hogsmeade weekend as a chaperone. Second, you are here to chose something from the Black vault for Bella for your wedding gift as well as your dowry," Narcissa placed a finger to Fleur's lips, "It is custom. I know your family is just as powerful and lucrative as mine. So, there is no 'buying the bride.' But I will bet Bella has said she wishes for some of her traditions. So, I will allow you to pick three pieces from the Black vault… within reason for your dowry. Third, you might have to lift curses from said items and you, my dear, are a curse breaker," Narcissa smirked as she turned forward and let the air whiz by her and she closed her eyes. It was exhilarating in those carts, if not a trifle terrifying.

"Ah, thank you old friend," Narcissa said to Scrollblade as he reached for her hand and escorted her from the cart to Agrippa's Vault. Narcissa smiled and looked to Scrollblade, "Have you modified the wards since last I was here?" She smirked when he grimaced.

"Yes, but it was difficult. All we can muster was that you can take those with you. Flesh contact 10 feet to the vault door, and 10 feet inside. After that it is safe to roam, but if you were to leave someone not of pureblood they would perish," Scrollblade said sadly.

"How many did you lose, and how may I seek redemption through the tribe?" Ask Narcissa.

"No one was lost but many were injured. If you could funnel some funds for medical care we would appreciate it," Scrollblade requested, Narcissa stood straight and tall. If he was legitimately asking, then it was bad.

"I want the care for your people to come straight from my Black Vault. No other. It was my fault you went through these pains. Give it to the families if they were out of work, or if it hurt the tribe in any way," Narcissa stared at the door and then grasped Fleur's and Scrollblade's hand. He stopped her and she looked down.

"You do realize you have already paid us 10-fold when you increased the gain on your vineyard to help increase a standard of living? You have made us so much money during the war we should be helping you," Narcissa stopped him by shaking his hand.

"Let's just say from one adopted in-law to another, I will help ease the suffering of my wife's family. She would do the same," Narcissa looked back to the vault before she cried. Scrollblade sighed. There was no use fighting Narcissa. So, he silently swore he would charge her a onetime fee of 5% of the top of her accounts, and then shift it to the effected families. They would work harder for the Black, and Martindirk family. Scrollblade looked to Fleur. He made a note to investigate Delacour funds rather soon.

When the doors opened, Fleur', jaw dropped and Scrollblade tentatively stepped over the threshold. Narcissa held their hands until completely into the vault, far more than 10 feet and slowly let go of their hands. When nothing happened, she smiled to the pair.

"Look around friends, but first, Fleur, come with me please," Narcissa began to walk the rows looking for something. And Fleur turned over labels to items. Every once in a while, she would quickly but slowly put the tag down as if the item was a bomb. Narcissa smiled. It just might have been a bomb of some sort.

"Do you like this vault?" Narcissa asked as she observed Fleur. Fleur walked around as if she was a mischievous kid in the Weasley brothers joke shop. She had wide eyes filled with wonderment.

"Yes," she replied with a wide smile as she looked straight to Narcissa. Narcissa felt her heart tug just a pinch and she breathed through the sensation.

"It is yours and Bella's," Narcissa said. Fleur, looking around once more looked up to Narcissa, I have a stipulation," Narcissa added.

"Of course," Fleur said eager.

"If I survive, I still have complete access. Basically, I will share this with you," Narcissa looked around, "Its not riches, but in our family, riches mean nothing. I share with you inventions, knowledge, devices that no other witch or wizard could have come up with. All I ask is you leave it equally," Narcissa said and then turned from Fleur.

"Equally?" Fleur asked.

"Equally between your children and Emma," Narcissa smiled as Fleur blushed and sputtered.

"Someday, my French Girl, she will want a child with you. When the time comes and if I am not here, love them equally, please," Narcissa walked closely and reached out for Fleur. She slipped her arms around the woman and Fleur fell into Narcissa's arms. God it felt so warm. So wonderfully warm.

"I will promise everything you ask, but Narcissa. Please stop thinking of dying. I could not bear it," Fleur's eyes filled. Narcissa slipped a stray lock of hair behind Fleur's ear, then ran her index finger down her jaw then lifted Fleur's eyes to meet hers.

"I want nothing more to live for my child. I would also die to make sure she is safely born. Childbirth without a soul bond is dangerous, even with modern medicine and magic," Narcissa slipped closer and placed her cheek to Fleur's where she whispered into her ear. "She is due next month. Next month I will live or die. If you were me, knowing what I know, being pregnant, wouldn't you want to make sure all your affairs were in order?"

Narcissa's breath on Fleur's ear made her shudder and then the Veela threw her arms around the woman. She could not lose her. She essentially lost Hermione. She could not lose Narcissa. The Doc made a bit of her hope for Hermione coming back rise to the surface, but what if Narcissa delivered and then… stopped. She was taken from them because of her soul bond. Then that meant Hermione really was dead. No, she would not accept it. Narcissa stroked her back and shushed her. Narcissa finally pushed her away and then looked around.

"How about this as a Dowry? Shared with the Blacks? So it will Be the Agrippa vault owned by the house of Delacour and Black? How's that?" Narcissa said as she smiled and eyed the objects around her. She began to walk the rows. She was looking for something too.

To summon a ghost…. Nope

To make an army break out in boils once explode in their vicinity… nu- uh

To feel what was lost… maybe

To see what was lost… closer

to determine if a loved one was dead during war.

Narcissa reached for the object. She looked at the tag closely. All she need was her blood, and Hermione's blood. She sighed. She went to put it back, but something stopped her. Something made her freeze. It was worth a try. She stuffed the small 1 inch in diameter blue sapphire ball in her robes. She read the directions. She needed to spill her blood over the sapphire, and then the blood of her lover and hopefully it would allow her to find Hermione. Then she read further. It would indicate in color if your loved one was lost. Black is dead. Blue, unchanged was somewhere in the middle or try again, but if it changed to clear with blue tint..They were alive. Narcissa took this little ball, with its label and all to try. She remembered Doc's words. If there was a way to know she was alive, she would want to know.

"Narcissa look at this," Fleur said and then Narcissa walked to Fleur. Fleur went to reach for it but Narcissa caught her wrist. She shook her head.

"You can go back. You can erase all of this!" Fleur almost yelled at Narcissa. But Narcissa only shook her head once more.

"I am not to that point yet, also, I saw Severus's memories. It was that time turner to begin with. Maybe it was fated for time to interfere." Narcissa said as she looked at the time turner. It was identical to the one McGonagall gave to her when she was in the past. No, she will not mess with the threads of time… yet. Fleur let her hand relax and Narcissa let her wrist go.

"Time is a tricky mistress Fleur. I knew somethings would happen, and some would not. I waited for the moment Hermione would end up with me scarred from Bella, mutilated beyond repair. It was foreseen in that future and I tried with all my might to prevent it with out altering the future," Narcissa turned from Fleur, and sure enough the woman followed, "I still had to see those fresh marks on her skin. Deal with the one who marked her. Tortured her. Hurt her," Narcissa left her anger rise, and Fleur placed a hand on her shoulder and Narcissa shook her off.

"I will forgive Bella for a great many things but torturing my wife is not one of them," Narcissa's rage bubbled below the surface and some of the items shook. Fleur threw her arms around Narcissa and placed her lips to her ear.

"Calm down. You are in a cavern full of highly volatile instruments. Please don't kill us for the hate you feel toward your sister," Fleur begged. Narcissa breathed and then tuned toward Scrollblade. He never left his space 10 feet inside of the vault. Narcissa walked over to the Goblin.

"Can you please make it to where anyone under the House of Delacour could gain admittance to this vault as long as they are approved by Fleur?" Narcissa asked all business. Fleur and Scrollblade noticed this.

"I will need the Veela's blood to recalibrate the wards for Pureblood, and Veela blood wards," Scrollblade said, and found Fleur with an outstretched hand, she opened her palm. Blood pooled in the small cup she made and began slid over the side of her hand overflowing. Scrollblade summoned a small vial. Fleur turned her hand, blood was captured in the vial, and then another as blood kept flowing. Narcissa grasped her wrist yet gain. Blue met Blue. Narcissa shook her head.

"You have given enough my little Veela," Narcissa cast a healing charm on her hand. Fleur nodded, done. Scrollblade had two full vials of her blood. He stoppered them and then he looked at her.

"This is why we required no further trial for your bonding with Bella," Scrollblade now had her blue eyes focused on his, "You would give everything for this family. Not just Bella, but to Narcissa, Emma, Andromeda, Hermione, Dan, and the Goblin Nation. You are a true warrior, a true giver, and a true lover," his eyes slipped to Narcissa's, "No matter whose heart you capture, even if they are not your truest love like Bellatrix is, they will still be protected by your love. The three people who have earned their way into your heart will never leave you, and you will never leave them. It is a true bond of family," Scrollblade said and then grasped Narcissa's hand. He looked up as she looked down.

"I will not risk what happened with others," as he nodded to the vault door and he shuddered, "Goblin courage can go only so far," Narcissa smiled as she grasped both Fleur and Scrollblade and brought them through the wards.

"Please make Fleur's blood as a bond so she can gain access. This is her dowry. Now on to the Black vaults," She said excitedly, but Fleur and Scrollblade only grimaced. Merlin only knew what were in those vaults.

The ride to the Black family Vault was easy, getting into the vault was another pureblood ritual, but not as extensive and the Agrippa Vault and Fleur could browse freely but was warned, some things were cursed so beware. Narcissa smirked as Fleur swallowed and nodded. Narcissa sat with Scrollblade near the front of the entrance. This and that had happened. News of Death Eaters accessing vaults in large amounts. She listened and mentally took note. No, the war wasn't over, but it was controllable. She would give the information to Nymphadora, and Remus.

"You were in the hospital recently. Why?" Scrollblade asked and Narcissa looked down.

"We get notices if its touch and go. You were in sever straits, and a high-end client with your connections, so we keep an eye on St. Mungo's with you and your kin as key words. We only wish to be appraised," Scrollblade said as he read Narcissa's silence.

"I felt her," Narcissa whispered as she felt her hand drift to her heart. Scrollblade nodded and then looked out over the Black family Vault. So many riches.

"Hermione was felt by me as well. Not as a soul mate, but as a tie to her tribe," he said, and she looked on him shocked.

"Is she...?" she could not completely phrase the question. Scrollblade shook his head.

"Time turners are the universes horcrux if you will. It is a curse. In your case a curse that worked out, until recently, but worked out none the less," Scrollblade smiled slightly as he watched Fleur rummage through the riches.

"She is beautiful," he said and Narcissa's head looked toward Fleur.

"If you are talking about the Veela yes, she is. She was Hermione's first choice," Narcissa smiled, albeit ruefully, "But I was her second and forever."

Scrollblade chuckled.

"She is tied to your sister. Make sure she stays tied. I have seen them together. Bellatrix Lestrange is not Bellatrix Lestrange. She is simply Bella Delacour. They are beautiful together," Scrollblade said as he watched the blonde in the stacks.

"I will protect her with in every inch of my being, just as Hermione would have," Narcissa stated, and Scrollblade looked to Narcissa.

"Could you love this woman?" he asked

"Yes, even if Hermione were here, we both could have loved her," Narcissa said and Scrollblade nodded. It was not lost on him the finer webs of polyamorous relationships.

"Just take care of you," then Scrollblade reached over and laid and hand on her belly. The child immediately kicked. He smiled, "And take care of her," Scrollblade took his had away and he was finished with his insightful conversation. Yes, if things stayed as such, Bella would perish by some fool's errand to redeem herself or prove her worth. Fleur and Narcissa would fill a void. The child would be raised by Narcissa and Fleur. Hermione would return… once the two were seen together…. It was a toss-up. She would die of betrayal or accept the possibility of a trio. Scrollblade shook his head. NO, Hermione loathed to share. He sighed. He hoped something would change his foresight.

"I found this," Fleur said and then walked toward Narcissa.

"Wonderful choice," Narcissa said, "Who will wear it?" asked Narcissa ash she looked at the bracelet.

"I was thinking Bella. Why?" Fleur said as she looked at the elegant emerald studded bracelet.

"Emeralds are said to help in fertility," Narcissa said and Fleur's eyes flew open. Narcissa laughed. She held out her ring, "Hermione said the same thing to me on our engagement night. Funny little witch," she chuckled as she stroked her belly.

"Maybe I should," Fleur said then looked to Narcissa, "She said she never wanted to bare a child so close to where a horcrux had lain," Fleur said with her eyes downcast.

"So, it just means you get to give me wonderful nieces," Narcissa smiled. Fleur smiled. It was one of the only times Narcissa didn't think of the future in terms of death.

"Might I suggest something for Bella in terms of silver and Obsidian. The silver will balance out her own intuition while the obsidian will ground her and heal her at the same time."

"Do you even have a piece like that?" Fleur asked and then Narcissa flicked her wrist and came a box of black velvet. She handed it to Fleur. Fleur looked to Narcissa with an eye open. She cracked open the box. Her breath gasped. Laid on a pillow of absolute white was a necklace of silver with small Celtic knots not one like the other, fitted with a stone of straight black. Fleur waved her hand over it. It wasn't cursed so she touched the stones. They healed and made ever her feel grounded in the moment. Bella would love this. She looked up to Narcissa and smiled.

"That's two what do you suggest?" Fleur said and then wished she never had. Narcissa pulled from beside her a dagger. The sheath was silver, encrusted in gems of emerald, sapphire, quarts, and Fleur looked further…

"Moonstone?" Fleur asked and Narcissa smiled and nodded.

"Bella will want the old ways my dear. And with the moonstone encrusted athame, she will have a goddess blessed ritual," Narcissa looked the dagger over, "All she ever wanted was to be blessed by this in her marriage ceremony," Narcissa gave it to Fleur who took it and nodded.

"Blood to blood bonding. I will give her this," Fleur said and nodded and then indicated she was done. Fleur gained a vault, and three Black trinkets. She was elated.

Scrollblade led them to the bank proper and bid his charges farewell. HE watched the two women walk out of his bank and cursed his foresight. He only wished the best for this slowly evolving family. He looked over and his eyes were caught. It was a witch, both different and similar, making a withdraw. When she was finished he took note of the transaction, inquired the vault in which she drew from. He sighed.

Damned time turners.