Okay, so I screwed up the updates. There were chapters sitting in my collection that I hadn't posted, and I'm just now seeing that. My apologies!


Calliope 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, Calliope didn't have that nagging emotional wall keeping her from fully being with Bellatrix.

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."

There was a moment of silence before-

"Wait, how did you know I called you that?"

"I heard you," Bellatrix said.

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

"You project to me even when you don't realize it, my love. I've 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 I will burn your clothes.' Things like that."

"I never thought any of those things," she said.

Bellatrix laughed and caressed her cheek.

"Did Minerva give you that time-turner?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Yes, 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 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?"

"Yes, every damn day."

Bellatrix decided to be as blunt as possible. "Hermione Granger was eleven going on twelve when she started Hogwarts, yes?"

Calliope 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 going into her fifth year of Hogwarts going on the ripe age of-

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

Calliope 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 were already going on thirteen when you joined Hogwarts, then you would be-

"Eighteen," she finished.

Bellatrix let Calliope fill in the rest of the blanks in the following silence. She wanted to wait for their physical relationship to develop because she wanted to make sure Calliope 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 wanted to mention it earlier, but Calliope's breakdown put a pause on everything.

"I am an adult," she said. "A consenting adult."

The emphasis on consenting was not lost on Bellatrix.

"How many times have you masturbated behind those Gryffindor curtains around your bed?" she asked.

"Too many times to count," she confessed.

"How deep have you gotten on your own?"

Calliope's eyes darkened at the question just as her face turned red. She bit her lip and looked away. "Not as deep as I want," she eventually said.

"Pity."

Calliope moved as if controlled by some higher force. She captured Bellatrix's lips in a slow, purposeful kiss that left them breathless. Bellatrix whined a little when Calliope pulled away. She slowly began to rock her hips, keeping her eyes on Bellatrix the entire time. The two could open an amusement park with the roller coaster of emotions they experienced that day.

Bellatrix's mouth parted as Calliope rose to her knees and grabbed the bottom 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. Calliope played with her nipples, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth. A strangled whimper was the only thing Bellatrix could summon at that moment. Calliope cocked her head, and the change was immediate.

"Fuck me."

There was a literal moment where Bellatrix short-circuited before she pushed Calliope back on the bed, crashing their lips together. At first, the kiss was teasing, 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 Calliope's chin after Bellatrix bit into her lip. Calliope 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.

Calliope 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. Calliope 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 Calliope 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," Calliope moaned, grabbing Bellatrix by the hair.

Bellatrix alternated between swirling her tongue around Calliope's clit or teasing her entrance. Calliope grew frustrated and held Bellatrix down 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. Calliope cried out in a twisted sense of pain and 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 Calliope arched off the bed as she orgasmed.

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

"Look at me," Bellatrix whispered.

Calliope 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.

"This is…my first time."

"Your hymen is still intact? After all those nights-

"I wanted you to be the first," Calliope blurted.

Bellatrix had a hard time catching her breath. She was going to be the one who took Calliope's innocence. She hadn't realized the effect she had on Calliope until she felt something drip onto her still poised fingers. Bellatrix used her free hand to gently pry Calliope's fingers away from her captured wrist. She looked her in the eyes as she entered her slowly with one finger. Calliope grabbed hold of the headboard and gasped when Bellatrix easily went past the point she never did. Bellatrix pressed a soft kiss against her temple.

"You okay?" Bellatrix whispered.

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

"You know, you talked a big game for a virgin," she teased.

Calliope grunted instead of responding. Bellatrix laughed again, but there was no malice behind it. She fucked her at the slowest pace imaginable. It drove Calliope mad. She needed more. She also knew Bellatrix was holding back.

"For fuck's sake, I am not fragile, Bellatrix Black," she hissed.

That seemed to be the thing Bellatrix was waiting on. Bellatrix added another finger, and the slow pace turned into a ruthless, never-ending assault on Calliope'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 desired. Magic poured off them in waves as they started losing control. Calliope 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 Calliope by the throat.

Calliope's eyes suddenly locked onto hers. They held the gaze as Calliope 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 a third finger while squeezing the hand around Calliope's throat. The combination of being stretched plus the pressure around her throat caused stars to appear in her vision.

"Let go, Calliope," Bellatrix whispered.

Calliope felt warmth build in her body. She placed one hand on Bellatrix's chest on instinct. She 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. Still, 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. Narcissa paused as she thought about the conversation she and Lucius had not even two days ago. 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.

"I hope you two are-

Narcissa froze as a wand pierced her neck. She glanced at her incredibly angry, incredibly naked niece. Calliope 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?" Calliope asked.

Narcissa blinked hard at the mood swing.

"Yes," she finally managed to get out.

"Great! 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 spotted the new and old markings all over her skin. She eyed her sister accusingly, 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 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 the right way to cook a steak. Bellatrix intervened smoothly, telling the elf to make it how they usually do while soothing the irrational anger of her lover at the same time. Narcissa was shocked at the open display of affection between the two while she was in the room.

They were notoriously private in the last week.

"I healed Bellatrix."

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

"We were in the middle of, you know, and I guess that is when it happened. Bellatrix was hit with residual magic that altered her age."

"Are you saying-

"Yes, Cissy," Bellatrix sighed. "I am officially twenty-five. Again."

Narcissa lost control of her magic, and the dresses fell to the floor in a heap. Bellatrix held her close like when they were little. 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 that her sister got a new chance at life. She felt herself being guided into a seat, and a cup of tea appeared before her.

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

"I'm sorry," Calliope blurted. "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 I may have to alter her dress considering she had filled out in places she was not when I took her measurements."

Her niece smiled lightly, and the conversation automatically switched to a less complicated topic. 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. Bellatrix opened hers first and couldn't catch the gasp before it left her lips. Calliope's reaction was far more than she anticipated. The girl ran her finger reverently over the fabric. Narcissa was pleased.

"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 yourselves?"

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?"

"I know," 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 sighed and got to her feet. Luna was bringing her dress with her within the 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 with the Gauthier crest on his chest bowed before facing 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 good, came with the house, but he was loyal to a fault. Though she guessed that was a good thing considering who lived in the castle.

"Cissy! The damned zipper is stuck," Bellatrix called out.

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