A/N: A few things to start. This chapter was supposed to come out yesterday, but I received news that my grandmother passed. I'm in a weird place right now so please know it is not my intent to be a little distant. Two, thank you to xanmelton for the name, I truly appreciate it. Three, this is the first time I have ever written something remotely considered sexual so go easy on me.

We also finally get a set in stone answer about Calli's age.

Thank you all for reading, reviewing, following and favoriting this story. I truly appreciate it.

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Calli relaxed on top of Bellatrix, their legs tangled together, and their fingers intertwined. The ring on Bellatrix's hand shined in the setting sun. It was peaceful, intimate, and for once, Calli didn't have that nagging emotional wall keeping her from fully being with her Raven.

"Why do you call me that?" Bellatrix asked softly.

"Hmm?"

"Raven, why do you call me that?"

Calli chuckled and said, "It is from a muggle show Dan made me watch. Raven was half-demon, half-human, but she was a powerhouse. She was sarcastic, moody, and preferred to be left alone to her books. But she was loyal and loving to those she cared about, even when they didn't fully understand her."

There was a moment of silence before-

"How did you know I called you that?"

"I heard you," Bellatrix said.

"But I never called you that out loud," Calli replied, lifting her head. "Only in my thoughts."

"You project to me even when you do not realize it, my love. I have heard many things."

Calli's eyes widened and she failed to keep her curiosity in check as she asked, "Things like what?"

"Things like 'Ron Weasley, you are the most infuriating human being I have ever met and the day I wring your neck will be the greatest day of my life' or 'Harry, I swear to God if you do not stop moping around like a fucking child who got denied a toy'. Things like that."

Calli made a face. "I never thought any of those things," she said.

Bellatrix laughed and caressed Calli's cheek. "How did you enjoy the Time Turner?" she asked, changing the subject.

"It was fine, why?" Calli answered in stride.

"How often did you use it?" Bellatrix asked dryly, already knowing the answer.

"A lot," she muttered.

"I see, and have you done an age test recently?"

Calli sighed as she sat up and straddled Bellatrix's stomach. "Why would I do an age test? I already know I will be seventeen in a few months," she said. "Which you remind me each time we get close to being completely physical with one another," she added in a low voice.

"Did Minerva even warn you of the side effects?"

At Calli's confusion, Bellatrix decided to be as blunt as possible. She said, "Hermione Granger was eleven going on twelve when she started Hogwarts, yes?"

Calli nodded slowly.

"But she got a time turner from Minerva. With the extensive use of the device, Hermione had aged a year, meaning she would be entering her fifth year of Hogwarts going on the ripe age of-

"Sixteen," Calli said. "But what does that have to do with-

Calli stopped and frowned. Bellatrix could see the wheels turning. Eventually, they clicked into place.

"Oh my God," she whispered.

"You add in the fact you adjusted your age for the sake of staying in secret, that would mean you were technically thirteen going on fourteen when you joined Hogwarts. That would make you-

"Eighteen going on nineteen," she finished, a weird look on her face.

Bellatrix smiled widely and let Calliope fill in the rest of the blanks in the following silence. The whole reason she wanted to wait for their physical relationship to develop was because she wanted to make sure Calli was an adult. Their make-out sessions had been leaving Bellatrix high and not so dry. It was a random comment from Narcissa about the time turner that had her thinking. She had been wanting to mention it earlier but Calli's break-down put a pause on everything.

Calli moved as if controlled by some higher force. She captured Bellatrix's lips in a slow, purposeful kiss that left them both breathless. Bellatrix whined a little when Calli pulled away. The strap of her dress fell to her shoulder and it was obvious Bellatrix was hanging on by a thread. Calli slowly began to rock her hips, keeping her eyes on Bellatrix the entire time.

The two of them could open an amusement park with the roller coaster of emotions they experienced that day.

Bellatrix's mouth parted as Calli rose to her knees and grabbed the end of her dress, lifting it over her head. She tossed it somewhere behind her. She then unhooked her bra and it followed the same path as the dress. Calli played with her nipples, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth.

"Bella?"

A strangled whimper was the only thing Bellatrix could summon in that moment. Calli cocked her head and the change was immediate.

"Fuck me."

There was a literal moment where Bellatrix short-circuited before she pushed Calli back on the bed, crashing their lips together. The kiss was teasing at first, their second first kiss after a week of dancing around the tension. Then it became needy, desperate. Teeth clashed against teeth, tongues battled for dominance, and blood dripped down Calli's chin after Bellatrix bit into her lip.

Calli got lost in the overwhelming sensations coming from having Bellatrix's hands and mouth all over her body. She could feel calloused fingers dancing over her abdomen. She could feel teeth nipping at her neck while a warm tongue soothed the bite. She could feel the air against her naked body as Bellatrix deftly banished her underwear without much effort. She was drowning in the cinnamon and vanilla shampoo Bellatrix used that morning. She felt her everywhere at once and soon became a writhing mess.

She finally got her hands to move as she tangled her fingers in Bellatrix's hair. Calli moaned as Bellatrix peppered kissed down the valley between her breasts. She dug her nails into Bellatrix's shoulders as she kissed and sucked on both breasts, never spending too much time on one or the other. Once she finished, Bellatrix kissed down her stomach and Calli released a frustrated huff as her hips were held down. Her annoyance faded as Bellatrix bit and sucked on her inner thigh, so close to where she needed her. A particularly sharp nip had her hissing and she glanced down into pools of darkness. Bellatrix demanded her attention as she ran her tongue over glistening folds.

"Oh fuck," Calli moaned, grabbing Bellatrix by the hair.

Bellatrix alternated between swirling her tongue around Calli's clit or teasing her entrance. Calli grew frustrated and held Bellatrix in place as she ground her pussy into Bellatrix's face. She rode an eager tongue until her girlfriend took back control by gently biting on her clit. Calli cried out in a twisted sense of pleasure as Bellatrix continued her ministrations. She was so close. She felt it pooling in her stomach and her thighs started to shake. It only took a few more laps of Bellatrix's tongue before Calli arched off the bed. She tried but failed to keep her eyes from rolling into the back of her head as she orgasmed.

Bellatrix abandoned her place between her legs and crawled up her body. Calli only had a moment before they were kissing again. It was sloppy and messy, and Calli moaned as she tasted herself. Bellatrix, never breaking the kiss, picked Calli up and moved back until she was against the headboard. Calli disconnected their lips in search of oxygen and dropped her forehead to hers.

"Look at me," Bellatrix whispered.

Calli didn't even know she had closed her eyes. She opened them as Bellatrix ran her fingers up and down the inside of her thighs. She grabbed the wrist closest to her sex and swallowed nervously.

"Remember how I said I did not go as deep as I wanted?" she muttered.

Bellatrix made a face. "Wait, your hymen is still intact?" she asked.

"I wanted you to be the first," Calli admitted.

Bellatrix had a hard time catching her breath. She was going to be the one who took Calli's innocence, though in hindsight, she doubted it was ever there. She hadn't realized the affect she was having on Calli until she felt more of Calli's juices drip onto her still poised fingers. Bellatrix used her free hand to gently pry Calli's fingers away from her captured wrist. She looked Calli in the eyes as she entered her slowly with two fingers. Calli immediately grabbed hold of the headboard and gasped when Bellatrix easily went past the point Calli never did. Bellatrix pressed a soft kiss against her temple.

"You okay?" Bellatrix asked, her voice muffled by her hair.

Calli nodded quickly. She was in pain, but it was a good pain, and when the pain turned into pleasure, she bucked her hips in impatience. Bellatrix laughed into her hair and wrapped her arm around her waist to keep her in place.

"You talked a big game for a virgin," she whispered in ear.

Calli grunted in lieu of response. Bellatrix laughed again but there was no malice behind it. She fucked her at the slowest pace imaginable. It drove Calli mad. She needed more. She also knew Bellatrix was holding back.

"I am not fragile, Bellatrix," she hissed.

That seemed to be the thing Bellatrix was waiting on. The slow pace turned into a ruthless, never-ending assault on Calli's insides. She threw her head back and moaned as Bellatrix abandoned all sense of love and care, fucking her with as much intensity as they both desired. Magic poured off them in waves as they started losing control. Calli rattled off a stream of curses that ranged from Latin to French. She could hear the strain of the headboard the longer she pulled on it and was eager to see if they could push it to its breaking point. Bellatrix found herself grabbing Calli by the throat, her possessive side demanding it.

Calli's eyes suddenly locked onto hers. They held the gaze as Calli rode her fingers. She was so close. Her moves became frantic, jerky, and she pleaded silently with Bellatrix to give her more. Bellatrix seemed to catch on and added another finger while tightening the hand around Calli's throat. The combination of being stretched plus the pressure around her throat caused stars to appear in Calli's vision. Her moans became higher, louder, almost desperate as she rode Bellatrix faster.

"Let go, Calliope," Bellatrix whispered.

She felt warmth build in her body. She placed one hand on Bellatrix's chest on instinct and climaxed hard, unaware of the magical backlash that spread through the room or across the property.

An hour later, Narcissa apparated onto the grounds. She knew the wards would have to be adjusted after everything, but she would worry about that after she pulled Bellatrix and Calliope out of bed. She was no fool when Draco told her where they'd gone. The amount of sexual tension between them was nauseating but envious. She and Lucius had an agreement where they would stay together for the sake of their son, but their love was genuine. It was also platonic. She sighed and pushed those thoughts aside.

Narcissa stalked up the driveway with two dress bags levitating behind her. She got to the gate, pricked her finger, and placed it on the designated spot. When they opened, Narcissa nearly choked at the amount of magic in the air. She controlled her breathing as she hurried up the path. Once she got to the front door, she pushed it open and yelped as a wand pierced her neck. It didn't break skin but if Narcissa made one move, she would find herself in a precarious position. She glanced down at her incredibly angry, incredibly naked niece.

"C-Calliope," she stuttered.

Calli growled, and Narcissa never felt more relieved at seeing the half-dressed form of her sister running down the stairs and wrapping her arms around the territorial witch.

"Baby, breathe. It's just Cissy," Bellatrix soothed, nuzzling her neck.

There was a moment where it didn't seem to be working, then her niece relaxed after a few minutes. Narcissa took in deep breaths and tried to calm her racing heart.

"Are those the dresses for tonight?" Calli asked.

Narcissa blinked hard at the mood swing. "Yes," she finally managed to get out.

"Cool. Bring them into the kitchen. I am hungry and I would rather kill two birds with one stone."

Her niece walked freely through the foyer without a stitch of clothing in sight. Narcissa eyed her sister in amusement, and that's when she noticed what else was different.

"You- how- when did-

"Come along, dear sister, before you faint," Bellatrix teased.

Narcissa glared at the comment and stepped over the threshold. Bellatrix laughed and closed the door behind them. They made their way into the kitchen where Calliope was arguing with one of the elves about red versus white wine. Bellatrix intervened smoothly, soothing the irrational anger of her lover. Narcissa was shocked at the open display of affection between the two while she was in the room. They had been notoriously private in the last week. Narcissa then let her eyes roam freely over her sister. She had long got accustomed to seeing her sister naked, as there was no privacy growing up, so she could easily see the differences between the woman that stood before her and the woman that had been broken out of Azkaban.

Specifically the curves that filled out and the shine to her infamous long black curls.

"I healed Bellatrix."

The comment caused Narcissa to school her face as she said, "I see that."

"I had no idea what I was doing. We were in the middle of, you know, and Bellatrix was hit with residual magic that may have altered her appearance."

"And age," Bellatrix added.

"You are saying-

"Yes, Cissy," Bellatrix sighed. "I am thirty. Again."

Narcissa lost control of her magic and the dresses fell to the floor in a heap. She struggled for a response. On the one hand, she was jealous. Her sister got a new chance at life, but on the other, she was happy her sister got a new chance at life. She felt herself being guided into a seat and a cup of tea appeared before her. Bellatrix held her close and kissed her forehead like when they were little.

"I was as shocked as you were. I stood in the mirror for ages wondering if it was true. And it is."

"I am sorry," Calliope blurted. "I did not mean to do this. I mean, I am happy that it happened, but it was not my intent to complicate things any further. I swear to you if I can do this for you without, you know, the sex part I will be more than willing –

"Calliope, hush," Narcissa ordered gently.

Her niece stopped talking and wrung her hands together.

"I am jealous, yes, but I am also glad. If there is anyone on this Earth who deserves to have this second chance it is Bella. But now I may have to alter her dress considering she has filled out in places she was not when I took her measurements."

Her niece smiled tightly, and the conversation automatically switched to a less complicated note. Narcissa got up and picked the bags off the floor. She dusted them off and handed one to her sister and the other to Calliope.

"Do not let the other person see them," she ordered.

Bellatrix opened hers first and couldn't catch the gasp before it left her lips. Calli's reaction was far more than she anticipated. The girl trembled and ran her finger reverently over the fabric. Narcissa was pleased. She took a sip of her tea and smiled warmly.

"You two will get dressed in separate rooms and meet at the top of the stairs during the introduction of the-" Narcissa paused and huffed, "What on Earth are you calling your merry group of Dark wizards?"

Calliope tore her gaze away from the dress and said, "Nacht Hexen."

Narcissa dug up her old German and asked, "Does that not mean Night Witches?"

"Yes."

"But you have…men with you?"

"Exactly," she said.

Narcissa knew it would be unwise to further the discussion. Calliope zipped up her bag and left the kitchen. Bellatrix kissed Narcissa on the cheek before she went in the opposite direction. Narcissa remained there, wrapping her mind around the insanity that happened in the few minutes she'd been there, before she decided to move forward. Luna was bringing her dress in less than an hour, which meant Narcissa had time to do a little digging into what Calliope planned on serving that night.

"Rory," she called.

The tiny elf in the oversized black shirt, who came with the castle, bowed before he faced Narcissa.

"Yes, Mistress Blondie?" he asked.

Narcissa twitched at the name but said, "What is for dinner tonight?"

"Rory cannot say," the elf answered. "Rory promised Dark Mistress Lady to not tell."

Narcissa grunted when she realized Calliope was keeping the dinner a secret and waved Rory away. The elf was loyal to a fault. Though she guessed that was a good thing considering who lived in the castle.

"Cissy! My hair is acting funny again," Bellatrix called out.

Narcissa let out an uncharacteristic snort before she went to find her sister.