Chapter Fourteen-
"Narcissa I'll catch up with you at dinner. Tommy said he wanted to talk with me in private."
"I won't be there. Remember Kerri? Detention," Narcissa said with a taste of annoyance in her voice. Since lunch all she had heard was Tommy this and Tommy that. She was glad Kerri had found herself a boyfriend but she wished it had been anybody besides Tommy Gregory.
"Right. After dinner then?" Kerri sounded as if she was a million miles away.
"Sure."
"Bye," Kerri didn't look at Narcissa as she talked. Instead she walked in a dreamlike state down the crowded halls.
Narcissa made a gagging noise causing some people to stop and ask if she was okay.
"I'm fine," she snarled as some guy wrapped his arm around her waist and suggested they go to the hospital wing.
"I mean it," the guy said, "You didn't sound to good a second ago."
"I was joking," Narcissa pulled away.
"Well you have a pretty twisted humour then," the guy said in a disgusted tone. "I'm sorry to have ruined your joke." With that he walked off accidentally slamming into Lestrange.
"Watch where you're going," Lestrange bellowed after the kid. "You kids have no respect for your elders." He said to Narcissa, grinning playfully.
"Hello to you too Lestrange," Narcissa giggled but her mood became slightly sombre when she noticed the worried look on his face. "What happened?"
"It's Bellatrix..." he began.
"Oh is that all? I thought it was actually something serious." Narcissa waved her hand in a "no problem" gesture.
"No that's not all. She had an allergic reaction to the medicine they gave her in the hospital wing. It sent her into a sorta coma. At least that's what Madam Pomphrey said. I was just on my way to go check on her. What to come along?""
"Sorry I'd love to check out my sister in her latest drug mishap but I have a detention to attend to."
"Right. Cleaning mirrors was it? Lucius told me a couple of minutes ago. You are so lucky to be going out with someone that has the ability to keep you out of trouble and not constantly in it."
"Yeah, Lucius really is a great." Sighs. "I just wish he wasn't so damn serious some time. Oh I now he has to be being the head of..." Her voice drops to a whisper. "The Lord's current plans." Rises back to normal volume. "But I really do wish he would go back to being like he was before that dinner party over the summer."
"I don't know. The way he is now," Lestrange's voice shivers. "I'd be scared to meet him in a dark alley. Before he was all talk and no walk, but now... well you'd better watch him, he has a mean streak the size of Dumbledore's beard."
"Right. Mean streak." Narcissa chuckled. "Lucius is just an oversized teddy bear. I know he has his temper but that's just him blowing off a bit of excess steam. Inside he's as gooey as a chocolate frog in the hand of a little witch."
"Whatever you say," Lestrange looked at his watch. "Well I have to get going. See you around." He began to walk away waving back at Narcissa.
"Send Bellatrix my love," Narcissa screamed.
"Will do," Lestrange yelled back disappearing around a corner.
Narcissa looked around at the slowly emptying halls and with a loud sigh made her way down to the dungeons.
"You're late," hissed a deadly voice from the shadows of the Slytherin common room.
"Sorry," Narcissa stammered looking around. "My sister is ill and I was just checking up on her."
"Well I'm pleased to inform you that Bellatrix woke up about half an hour ago. She is still a bit boggled but she'll be back to normal in no time. She's already proved what a fast healer she is. Let's see if I remember correctly it was only within fifteen minutes of leaving the hospital after her little 'accident' last year that your sister landed herself in a weeks worth of detentions for charming Professor Tracy's skirt to fly up whenever she spoke." There was a hint of amusement in Rider's voice as she stepped out of the shadows.
"It seems all the Black sisters have a knack for getting in trouble lately. What with you landing a detention cleaning the boy's lavatory and Bellatrix passing out from an allergic reaction, and your little sister, Andromeda, getting herself wrapped up in the sordid affairs of the Gryffindors. I swear if it weren't for you three, and of course the ever-infamous Potter gang, the teachers at this school would be as dry and dull as the subjects they teach. You should've seen Flitwick yesterday in the staff lounge. I've never seen the little guy get so worked up in all his life."
He was going on and on about what a bright and truly delightful student you were. He was clearly impressed with the ease at which you executed some of the charms he taught you. He was a bit disturbed by the way you so kindly took care of your opponent, but all in all he said it was a truly magnificent show you put on."
Narcissa felt her cheeks burn and turn bright red. She smiled inwardly at the obvious praise she was getting.
"On the other hand," Rider's voice became as dark as her jet-black hair. "Professor Tracy quickly downed on Flitwick' compliments. "She said your were a 'good for nothing smart-ass whose only chance of survival was only in the few good looks she was lucky to gain naturally."
"This is all me,' Narcissa in defence pointing at her body. Rider smirked and continued.
"Tracy went on to paint a colourful picture of how you never listen in class and only draw pictures when you should be studying, However she forgot to mention how you always turn in your homework and get perfect scores on tests. But no matter how much she despises the only reason you're here is because of yourself." She gave Narcissa a look that could strike guilt into the most hardened of Azkaban's criminals.
"You deliberately ignored her as she attempted to teach you something that could possibly become useful later in life. You blew her off when she tried to reprimand your behaviour. And the only reason your not serving the completely deserved punishment you were given is because I owed Lucius a favour. Now I want every single mirror in every single dormitory to be cleaned to the highest standard of your ability. No wand, you'll find soap and water waiting for you by the fireplace. And before you start may I see what exactly earned you this punishment in the first place?"
Narcissa blushed and reached into her book bag. "Here,' she said handing Rider the picture of Lucius.
Rider studied it for a second and handed it back. "You may want to erase that bit of tattoo on his right arm. As far as the world knows that doesn't exist. Now get to work."
Rider disappeared through a wall leaving Narcissa in a stunned silence behind her. Narcissa's focus moved to the small bit a Dark Mark on Lucius arm. She hadn't even remembered drawing it in, but that seemed to be the first thing Rider picked up on.
'Funny,' Narcissa thought, 'I've never seen Rider at the meetings.' Something the Dark Lord had said invaded Narcissa's thoughts.
"Not everything in this war concerns you children. I have many working for me with identities that will be kept to you a secret in case you may fall into the hands of our enemies. If ever by chance you come across someone that reveals themselves to you do everything in your natural power to cast that knowledge into he deepest depths of your memories. Somewhere it's most likely not to be easily extracted."
Narcissa quickly whipped out her wand and pointed it at her head. A warm feeling seeped through her skull as she put all of her energy and power into driving the knowledge of Rider's identity deep into the bowels of her memories. It became lodged under the table with a child Narcissa screaming for Aunt to stop beating Bellatrix. Blood splattered onto her new white dress while Andromeda cowered behind her crying silently. Bellatrix's gaze twirled and met Narcissa's eyes.
There was nothing there. In place of the usually lively eyes there was a twirling mist of utter darkness and nothingness. Ever since that day Bellatrix would sometimes disappear from her body and become trapped in some sort of terror that drove her to wake up screaming for death to find her.
It was these times that Narcissa was scared and dreaded the most, it was the only time she saw her brave sister cower in fear. And it was a disconcerting sight. Narcissa felt this was the only place anyone would have trouble extracting form her even if they tortured her like the Dark Lord said.
With that taken care of Narcissa picked up the bucket of soap and water and headed down the girl's corridor. She quickly cleaned every mirror with little or no trouble. The one in her dormitory put up a little of a fight at being washed so Narcissa scrubbed as fast and as hard as she could which shut the mirror up instantly.
After finishing all the mirrors in the girls dormitories Narcissa refilled the bucket with clean water from the tip of her wand and moved on to the boy's corridor.
The boy's mirrors took a bit more effort to clean because they weren't used as much. However the cleaning went fairly quickly. As long as Narcissa used a bubble breath charm before going into a dormitory everything was okay.
She had finished up on the mirror in the fourth year dormitory and walked quickly into the fifth year's room.
The mirror stood in the corner covered in a white sheet. Narcissa waltzed over and ripped it off. What she saw in the reflection made her freeze.
Instead of it reflecting the boy's room the mirror was showing Narcissa the inside of her dormitory. There was her bed, her trunk, and her bra...
Realisation hit Narcissa like a brick of Honeydukes chocolate. The boys were spying on her and her roommates. Anger pulsed through her veins just as the door of her dormitory opened.
Narcissa's face moved closer to the mirror. In walked Tommy carrying Kerri as she wrapped her legs around his waist and sucked at his neck. Narcissa grabbed the sheet and through it back over the mirror, bile rising in her throat.
"How much did I miss?"
Narcissa turned around. Some guy was ripping off his shirt eagerly. As it went over his head he saw Narcissa staring wide–eyed at him. The guy blushed and smiled weakly at her.
"Pig," Narcissa snarled pulling her wand from her pocket.
"Now wait," the guy held up his hands, "It's not what it looks like."
"Oh shut it. Stupefy," she poured so much hate into the magic that the stunner sent the boy flying across the room. He slammed into one of the beds.
The dormitory door opened again. "What's all this racket going on?" Lucius strutted in with a plate of food in his hand. His focus instantly turned to Narcissa then to the boy sprawled unconscious on the bed.
A cold fire burned in Lucius' eyes. "What did this bloody bitch do to you?"
Narcissa became speechless. The atmosphere in the room had gone from fairly warm to downright freezing in seconds.
"Well?" murder screeched from his voice. Narcissa knew now what Lestrange had been saying.
Silently Narcissa pulled the sheet away from the mirror and turned her face. Soft moans filled the room.
"They've been spying on us," Narcissa whispered.
Lucius slammed the plate of food against the wall and the air smouldered. Silently he left the room. Narcissa stood there stunned, trying to block out the moaning coming from the mirror. But she needn't have worried. Seconds later the moans of pleasure became screams of terror.
Narcissa turned to see flecks of blood splatter across the mirror's surface. "I'm going to make you pay for being a sex crazed pervert," Lucius screeched.
A/n: Well in the next Narcissa chapter I'll pick up with narrative. I'm sorry it took so long to get up. I've been a little busy. I'll try to update faster next time.
"Narcissa I'll catch up with you at dinner. Tommy said he wanted to talk with me in private."
"I won't be there. Remember Kerri? Detention," Narcissa said with a taste of annoyance in her voice. Since lunch all she had heard was Tommy this and Tommy that. She was glad Kerri had found herself a boyfriend but she wished it had been anybody besides Tommy Gregory.
"Right. After dinner then?" Kerri sounded as if she was a million miles away.
"Sure."
"Bye," Kerri didn't look at Narcissa as she talked. Instead she walked in a dreamlike state down the crowded halls.
Narcissa made a gagging noise causing some people to stop and ask if she was okay.
"I'm fine," she snarled as some guy wrapped his arm around her waist and suggested they go to the hospital wing.
"I mean it," the guy said, "You didn't sound to good a second ago."
"I was joking," Narcissa pulled away.
"Well you have a pretty twisted humour then," the guy said in a disgusted tone. "I'm sorry to have ruined your joke." With that he walked off accidentally slamming into Lestrange.
"Watch where you're going," Lestrange bellowed after the kid. "You kids have no respect for your elders." He said to Narcissa, grinning playfully.
"Hello to you too Lestrange," Narcissa giggled but her mood became slightly sombre when she noticed the worried look on his face. "What happened?"
"It's Bellatrix..." he began.
"Oh is that all? I thought it was actually something serious." Narcissa waved her hand in a "no problem" gesture.
"No that's not all. She had an allergic reaction to the medicine they gave her in the hospital wing. It sent her into a sorta coma. At least that's what Madam Pomphrey said. I was just on my way to go check on her. What to come along?""
"Sorry I'd love to check out my sister in her latest drug mishap but I have a detention to attend to."
"Right. Cleaning mirrors was it? Lucius told me a couple of minutes ago. You are so lucky to be going out with someone that has the ability to keep you out of trouble and not constantly in it."
"Yeah, Lucius really is a great." Sighs. "I just wish he wasn't so damn serious some time. Oh I now he has to be being the head of..." Her voice drops to a whisper. "The Lord's current plans." Rises back to normal volume. "But I really do wish he would go back to being like he was before that dinner party over the summer."
"I don't know. The way he is now," Lestrange's voice shivers. "I'd be scared to meet him in a dark alley. Before he was all talk and no walk, but now... well you'd better watch him, he has a mean streak the size of Dumbledore's beard."
"Right. Mean streak." Narcissa chuckled. "Lucius is just an oversized teddy bear. I know he has his temper but that's just him blowing off a bit of excess steam. Inside he's as gooey as a chocolate frog in the hand of a little witch."
"Whatever you say," Lestrange looked at his watch. "Well I have to get going. See you around." He began to walk away waving back at Narcissa.
"Send Bellatrix my love," Narcissa screamed.
"Will do," Lestrange yelled back disappearing around a corner.
Narcissa looked around at the slowly emptying halls and with a loud sigh made her way down to the dungeons.
"You're late," hissed a deadly voice from the shadows of the Slytherin common room.
"Sorry," Narcissa stammered looking around. "My sister is ill and I was just checking up on her."
"Well I'm pleased to inform you that Bellatrix woke up about half an hour ago. She is still a bit boggled but she'll be back to normal in no time. She's already proved what a fast healer she is. Let's see if I remember correctly it was only within fifteen minutes of leaving the hospital after her little 'accident' last year that your sister landed herself in a weeks worth of detentions for charming Professor Tracy's skirt to fly up whenever she spoke." There was a hint of amusement in Rider's voice as she stepped out of the shadows.
"It seems all the Black sisters have a knack for getting in trouble lately. What with you landing a detention cleaning the boy's lavatory and Bellatrix passing out from an allergic reaction, and your little sister, Andromeda, getting herself wrapped up in the sordid affairs of the Gryffindors. I swear if it weren't for you three, and of course the ever-infamous Potter gang, the teachers at this school would be as dry and dull as the subjects they teach. You should've seen Flitwick yesterday in the staff lounge. I've never seen the little guy get so worked up in all his life."
He was going on and on about what a bright and truly delightful student you were. He was clearly impressed with the ease at which you executed some of the charms he taught you. He was a bit disturbed by the way you so kindly took care of your opponent, but all in all he said it was a truly magnificent show you put on."
Narcissa felt her cheeks burn and turn bright red. She smiled inwardly at the obvious praise she was getting.
"On the other hand," Rider's voice became as dark as her jet-black hair. "Professor Tracy quickly downed on Flitwick' compliments. "She said your were a 'good for nothing smart-ass whose only chance of survival was only in the few good looks she was lucky to gain naturally."
"This is all me,' Narcissa in defence pointing at her body. Rider smirked and continued.
"Tracy went on to paint a colourful picture of how you never listen in class and only draw pictures when you should be studying, However she forgot to mention how you always turn in your homework and get perfect scores on tests. But no matter how much she despises the only reason you're here is because of yourself." She gave Narcissa a look that could strike guilt into the most hardened of Azkaban's criminals.
"You deliberately ignored her as she attempted to teach you something that could possibly become useful later in life. You blew her off when she tried to reprimand your behaviour. And the only reason your not serving the completely deserved punishment you were given is because I owed Lucius a favour. Now I want every single mirror in every single dormitory to be cleaned to the highest standard of your ability. No wand, you'll find soap and water waiting for you by the fireplace. And before you start may I see what exactly earned you this punishment in the first place?"
Narcissa blushed and reached into her book bag. "Here,' she said handing Rider the picture of Lucius.
Rider studied it for a second and handed it back. "You may want to erase that bit of tattoo on his right arm. As far as the world knows that doesn't exist. Now get to work."
Rider disappeared through a wall leaving Narcissa in a stunned silence behind her. Narcissa's focus moved to the small bit a Dark Mark on Lucius arm. She hadn't even remembered drawing it in, but that seemed to be the first thing Rider picked up on.
'Funny,' Narcissa thought, 'I've never seen Rider at the meetings.' Something the Dark Lord had said invaded Narcissa's thoughts.
"Not everything in this war concerns you children. I have many working for me with identities that will be kept to you a secret in case you may fall into the hands of our enemies. If ever by chance you come across someone that reveals themselves to you do everything in your natural power to cast that knowledge into he deepest depths of your memories. Somewhere it's most likely not to be easily extracted."
Narcissa quickly whipped out her wand and pointed it at her head. A warm feeling seeped through her skull as she put all of her energy and power into driving the knowledge of Rider's identity deep into the bowels of her memories. It became lodged under the table with a child Narcissa screaming for Aunt to stop beating Bellatrix. Blood splattered onto her new white dress while Andromeda cowered behind her crying silently. Bellatrix's gaze twirled and met Narcissa's eyes.
There was nothing there. In place of the usually lively eyes there was a twirling mist of utter darkness and nothingness. Ever since that day Bellatrix would sometimes disappear from her body and become trapped in some sort of terror that drove her to wake up screaming for death to find her.
It was these times that Narcissa was scared and dreaded the most, it was the only time she saw her brave sister cower in fear. And it was a disconcerting sight. Narcissa felt this was the only place anyone would have trouble extracting form her even if they tortured her like the Dark Lord said.
With that taken care of Narcissa picked up the bucket of soap and water and headed down the girl's corridor. She quickly cleaned every mirror with little or no trouble. The one in her dormitory put up a little of a fight at being washed so Narcissa scrubbed as fast and as hard as she could which shut the mirror up instantly.
After finishing all the mirrors in the girls dormitories Narcissa refilled the bucket with clean water from the tip of her wand and moved on to the boy's corridor.
The boy's mirrors took a bit more effort to clean because they weren't used as much. However the cleaning went fairly quickly. As long as Narcissa used a bubble breath charm before going into a dormitory everything was okay.
She had finished up on the mirror in the fourth year dormitory and walked quickly into the fifth year's room.
The mirror stood in the corner covered in a white sheet. Narcissa waltzed over and ripped it off. What she saw in the reflection made her freeze.
Instead of it reflecting the boy's room the mirror was showing Narcissa the inside of her dormitory. There was her bed, her trunk, and her bra...
Realisation hit Narcissa like a brick of Honeydukes chocolate. The boys were spying on her and her roommates. Anger pulsed through her veins just as the door of her dormitory opened.
Narcissa's face moved closer to the mirror. In walked Tommy carrying Kerri as she wrapped her legs around his waist and sucked at his neck. Narcissa grabbed the sheet and through it back over the mirror, bile rising in her throat.
"How much did I miss?"
Narcissa turned around. Some guy was ripping off his shirt eagerly. As it went over his head he saw Narcissa staring wide–eyed at him. The guy blushed and smiled weakly at her.
"Pig," Narcissa snarled pulling her wand from her pocket.
"Now wait," the guy held up his hands, "It's not what it looks like."
"Oh shut it. Stupefy," she poured so much hate into the magic that the stunner sent the boy flying across the room. He slammed into one of the beds.
The dormitory door opened again. "What's all this racket going on?" Lucius strutted in with a plate of food in his hand. His focus instantly turned to Narcissa then to the boy sprawled unconscious on the bed.
A cold fire burned in Lucius' eyes. "What did this bloody bitch do to you?"
Narcissa became speechless. The atmosphere in the room had gone from fairly warm to downright freezing in seconds.
"Well?" murder screeched from his voice. Narcissa knew now what Lestrange had been saying.
Silently Narcissa pulled the sheet away from the mirror and turned her face. Soft moans filled the room.
"They've been spying on us," Narcissa whispered.
Lucius slammed the plate of food against the wall and the air smouldered. Silently he left the room. Narcissa stood there stunned, trying to block out the moaning coming from the mirror. But she needn't have worried. Seconds later the moans of pleasure became screams of terror.
Narcissa turned to see flecks of blood splatter across the mirror's surface. "I'm going to make you pay for being a sex crazed pervert," Lucius screeched.
A/n: Well in the next Narcissa chapter I'll pick up with narrative. I'm sorry it took so long to get up. I've been a little busy. I'll try to update faster next time.
