Chapter 7: Warnings
Church of St. Dunstan, Kingston, South Somerset, Somerset, England
January 31, 1980
Narcissa Malfoy carefully clutched the delicate fur lined hood of her favorite winter cloak over her head to protect her from the icy rain that was falling upon her. She shivered with cold despite the warming charms that were imbedded into her cloak. She slowly walked the pebbled path, grateful for the silencing spells that her great-aunt had cast upon her boots as soon as they had arrived. She felt her aunt's hand gently touch her elbow and Narcissa paused in her steps and looked at the older woman.
Cassiopeia's face had that stern cast to it that showed that things had not gone to plan. Narcissa closed her eyes in resignation. She was sure that she knew what had Cassiopeia so upset. The woman sensed more than one magical signature from within the Church and it was most likely that Lily Potter was not among the magical signatures that Cassiopeia could feel.
Narcissa placed her hand over her aunt's and gave it a gentle squeeze before she moved forward toward the doors. There was no point in running now. She had encouraged Cassiopeia to write to her nephew James in order to arrange this meeting. Narcissa had been swift to understand that James would not take the word of Cassiopeia alone. He needed to hear it from Narcissa. It had not been an easy decision on her part. She was going into this meeting to warn James, her cousin, but she was also giving away that Bellatrix was an enemy.
She reached for the door and felt a violent shiver go through her. Magic. Old Magic. James had chosen this church because the Potter's had been patrons of it for centuries. Their magic saturated the building's very foundations. She placed her other hand for a moment over her abdomen as a wave of nausea rolled through her. She had been delicate of late with her pregnancy. She hoped that she did not shame herself in front of her cousin by vomiting in the Church.
She pulled open the door, an old and heavy wooden piece made of Old English Oak and wrought iron. She held it open for her aunt to come in behind her and then she released the door and heard it close with the finality of a death knell. She was probably signing Bellatrix's death warrant this night. She was going to tell a known Auror that her sister was a marked follower of Voldemort. She was betraying her sister.
The tear slipped down her cheek before she could force herself back under control. She breathed in deep, trying to regain balance. She had to remember why she was doing this. She thought of Regulus as a child. Then she thought of him in his grave. She blinked back angry tears. She made her way to the front of the church and sat herself in the front pew in plain sight of the watchers in the shadows. She had hoped that James would meet her on his own but she had known that he would not. He would have Auror's with him or at least friends that he trusted to have his back. Even now James was leaving her to wait because he and his friends were scouting the area to be sure that Narcissa did not have back up of her own.
She slowly raised her hands and lowered the hood of her cloak and she used her gloved hands to wipe the tear tracks from her face. Yes, she was betraying Bellatrix but if she did not warn James she would never be able to live with herself. Would Bella really happily kill a baby for her Dark Master? She could still remember when they were children and both Sirius and Regulus were being picked on by the much older Carrow brothers. Just as one of the brothers was about to cast a hex at Sirius, Bellatrix had moved into the way willingly taking the hex herself. Then she had proceeded to hex and curse the two Carrow boys until they were lying twitching on the floor. She had then told them to "Never think about messing with the Black's again. Sirius and Regulus may just be boys now but one day they will be men unlike you."
She felt Cassiopeia sit beside her and place a comforting arm around her shoulders. She turned her head toward her aunt and allowed herself to snuggle into the older woman for a little bit of comfort and emotional warmth. "I wish I knew when I lost her." She whispered to her aunt.
Cassiopeia looked torn between wanting to comfort her and wanting to reproach her for saying something so emotional where other ears could hear them. She pursed her lips and then looked away from Narcissa.
Narcissa's lips twitched up into a small smile then. She did love her aunt. She admired Cassiopeia for her dignity, her grace, and most importantly her cunning. Though Narcissa loved her mother, Druella Black nee Rosier was no great role model for a girl. Druella had been in love with a male of the Flint family when she had been forced to marry Cygnus Black III. Narcissa's father had only wanted Druella for her beauty and for her rich dowry. Their marriage had always been an unhappy one. Cygnus had affairs, though thankfully no illegitimate children. Meanwhile Druella had thrown herself into ostentatious shopping and bemoaning her fate. Narcissa loved Druella because Druella was her mother, but she found very little in the woman to truly respect and admire. Her auntie Cassie was different of course. Cassiopeia had been interesting, witty, and a true role model for Narcissa and her sisters.
The sound of the church doors banging open startled both women. Cassiopeia leapt to her feet the better to see who had entered the Church but Narcissa remained seated. The chill from outdoors caused her to shiver once more and Cassiopeia frowned at it. Narcissa fought against the urge to smile. She knew her aunt wanted to draw her wand and cast a warming charm upon her, but did not dare draw her wand with so many unknown eyes upon them. It was for that very reason that Narcissa had not drawn her own wand.
Two sets of footsteps almost in synchronization walked down the aisle of the Church once the doors of the Church were once more closed. Narcissa closed her eyes then. 'Sirius.' She thought. She was sure that no other would walk that in sync with James Potter. The two cousins would forever be joined in their way, in their strange almost synchronous orbit. She had hoped that Sirius would at least be a man to stand in the shadows during the exchange. She did not want to see him. Regulus death was still too fresh and part of her still cast blame at Sirius for it though of course she knew that he did not cut down Regulus.
"You always were a bit too flamboyant for my taste Jamie Potter." Cassiopeia scolded him. "Must be the Potter in you."
Narcissa scoffed at that. "No Auntie, I do believe that is actually the Black in him." She said evenly. "You have seen other men of the House of Black do the same thing."
Cassiopeia scowled. "Yes, I suppose you are right."
James Potter's hazel eyes raked over Cassiopeia and then over Narcissa's shivering form. "You are cold." He said to Narcissa.
She nodded her head and refused to let herself look at the man who stood a step behind James to his right. "Yes. Would you please cast a warming charm over me cousin?" She asked politely. "I would rather not draw my wand; I am sure you understand."
"Never let it be said that I was not a gentleman." James said even as he swiftly swished his wand casting a warming charm over Narcissa.
She sighed in relief as she felt the warmth of her cousin's magic wash over her. "Thank you James." She said softly. "And I thank you for meeting me here." She added because she knew it must have been difficult for him to have decided to meet with her. James had always been of the opinion that all Slytherin's were evil. For that reason, Narcissa had never been particularly close to him. She had found his attitude hateful and hurtful. She had hoped that both he and Sirius would grow out of such prejudices, that their attitude was childhood idiocy, but she had no reason to believe that they had truly grown up. She had so little contact with Sirius and James after Sirius had run away from his parent's house at the age of sixteen.
"Aunt Cassiopeia's letter said it was important." James said simply.
That was answer enough. He had not really wanted to meet with her but he did not dare discount that she had something important to say. Narcissa nodded. "Bellatrix came to visit me a few weeks ago." She began. "She was happy, elated, and manic." She told James. "She has been more and more manic as the years go by. I tried once to speak to her husband, Rodolphus, about him taking her to see a healer but he just became angry with me. Legally I do not have the right to force my eldest sister to see a healer, not when she has a husband and belongs to him."
"You will forgive us for not caring about dear Bella's health." Came the scathing voice of Sirius Black.
Narcissa stiffened at that voice and closed her eyes tight. She bit her bottom lip hard to keep herself from verbally lashing out at Sirius. 'Traitor.' She thought. She remembered again Bellatrix taking a hex meant for Sirius and standing before the Carrows hexing and cursing them for daring to harm her dear cousins, the heirs Black whom Bella was sure would grow into great men. She took a shuddering breath at the thought. Regulus was not going to become a man. He was dead.
She felt larger hands upon her own and she looked into the handsome face of her cousin James as he crouched down before her. He squeezed her hands, a sign of comfort and Narcissa immediately wondered if this was how the two Auror's worked together? Let Sirius antagonize their prey and then let James act the sympathetic Auror in order to get their quarry to talk? She could see how it would be effective.
"You said that Bellatrix came to visit you." James pointed her back into the right direction.
Narcissa nodded. "Yes. She is a marked Death Eater." She began and then was forced to pause as Sirius swore violently and began to pace behind James.
"I knew it." Sirius snarled. "I just knew it!" He then whirled around wand drawn aimed at Narcissa. "Show us your arms." He demanded.
Narcissa's brow furrowed in confusion for a moment and then she felt James hands upon the buttons of her over jacket. She frowned at him. "Oh for the love…" She muttered even as she removed first her cloak and then she shrugged out of her over jacket. She then made swift work of rolling up the sleeves of her blouse. James hand immediately clamped down upon her left arm and she felt his magic sweep over her once more scanning for anything hidden. He blinked in surprise a moment and released her as though stung.
"What is it James?" Sirius asked urgently. "Did you find the Dark Mark?"
Though Narcissa was quite vexed with Sirius at the moment she was at least a little relieved to hear his voice sound at least a little unhappy at the prospect that she might be marked. She glanced at Cassiopeia who was glaring darkly at Sirius and she felt a wave of affection for the older woman sweep through her. Then she turned her gaze back to James who was studying her. He moved toward her again and placed his hand over her abdomen. She grabbed his hand and held it still. "Yes." She said simply as she met his hazel eyes.
James pulled his hand away and looked back at the anxious Sirius. "No mark." He answered Sirius' second question. Then he answered the first. "Cissa is pregnant."
Sirius paled slightly as he looked at her. "Great, another Death Eater for the cause." He spat out in an angry snarl.
"NO!" Narcissa exclaimed and she immediately brought her arms up around her middle as though that would protect Draco from all harm. "My son is not going to be a Death Eater." She insisted firmly.
Sirius glared at Narcissa. "Your son will be expected to follow his father's footsteps."
"You are proof that sons do not always follow their fathers." Narcissa spat out at him. "My son is not going to be a Death Eater. I will not let that monster touch my baby."
"You have seen him then?" James asked of her.
"Yes." Narcissa said not willing to lie to her cousin. "As have you."
James smiled ruefully then. It was a silent acknowledgement for her honesty and yet her evasion.
"I think we are getting off track here." Cassiopeia told them, her voice stern.
James nodded his agreement with Cassiopeia. "Quite right. Why did you call me to meet you Cissa?" He asked of her then.
Narcissa took a deep fortifying breath before she was able to continue. "As I said, Bellatrix came to see me. She is a marked Death Eater but she is a woman and they are not well respected nor given many missions to fulfill. Most marked women really do not do anything other than handle supplies or do a little bit of reconnaissance work." She explained to James. "Bellatrix is ambitious and she wants to be first circle. The way she talks about that man, it is as though she is obsessed. I have wondered if she were under some sort of spell. Many love spells have symptoms such as hers." She reasoned aloud but then shook her head and continued. "Bella came to me because she was excited. She had been ordered to spy on Albus Dumbledore and so she had followed him to the Hogs Head in Hogsmeade. She spied on him as he met with a Ms. Trelawney. It was about the possibility of Ms. Trelawney teaching Divination the next school year. Bellatrix was about to leave since she did not want to chance discovery over something so ridiculous but then the Trelawney woman actually delivered a prophecy. Bella did not hear all of it because the barman caught her spying and threw her out of his pub. But she took what she had heard to the Dark Lord and according to Bella he has become almost obsessive about this prophecy."
James frowned then. "Why did you feel that I needed to be told this?"
Narcissa looked into his eyes and spoke. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…" Tears sparkled on her eyelashes. "That is what Bellatrix heard and what she reported to her beloved Lord." She said the last bitterly. "Your wife is pregnant and if I am not mistaken she should be due…"
"As the seventh month dies." James whispered.
"The seventh month." Cassiopeia said sounding vaguely distressed. "That is also when the Longbottom child is due, Callidora's great-grandchild."
Narcissa frowned then. She felt suddenly quite guilty that she had not thought of Callidora's family. "We shall have to tell Callidora as soon as possible." Narcissa said. "What they think or choose to do with the information is for them to decide but I would not be able to live with myself if we did not tell them."
Cassiopeia nodded her understanding. "I am to have afternoon tea with Callidora two days from now. I will tell her then."
Narcissa nodded. It was the right thing to do.
"Why, why warn us?" James asked of Narcissa and he was staring at her as though she were a strange and beautiful creature that he had never seen before.
She frowned at him in confusion. "Why? Because it is the right thing to do." She stated simply. "James you are family even if we are not close." She reminded him. "Heavens above if some madman was targeting my child and you knew I would have faith in you to tell me."
James looked away from her then, but she caught his look of shame first. So he would not have told her. Narcissa was not sure how she felt about that. Better to think about it later. If nothing else, it proved to her that she currently held a moral high ground over James Potter and over Sirius Black. That was good for her and for her unborn son.
"How do we know that we can trust you?" Sirius asked as he glared at her.
She slowly stood to face Sirius and then she pulled out the vial of pensieve memories from her cloak pocket. "These are a copy of my pensieve memories of Bellatrix' visit where she told me of the prophecy." She informed Sirius even as she moved forward to place it into his hand. "As an Auror you know that memories are not easy to fake. You will have had the extensive training to be able to determine if I had altered the memory in any way."
Sirius gave her a curt nod then he pocketed the vial.
"Of course you could simply ask Albus Dumbledore." She continued pleasantly even as she turned away from Sirius and she unrolled her sleeves. She happily slipped her jacket and cloak back on.
James gave her a hard look. "Why do you think he has not told us?"
Narcissa shrugged then. "I think that Albus Dumbledore is too complicated of a man for one to easily guess his motives." She admitted to James. "However, if I were to guess, I would say that he was very caught off guard by that prophecy. He knows it is genuine, but now he is trying to determine who the child of prophecy is. Also it is possible that he is focused more on which child that the Dark Lord will think is the child. That child will need protection as well as the real child of prophecy."
Cassiopeia smiled. "Dumbledore's plans must alter drastically now due to this prophecy."
"Divination is not a precise magic." Sirius pointed out. "The prophecy could never come about." He reasoned.
Narcissa agreed with Sirius assessment. "True, but then that is not what makes this dangerous. What makes it dangerous is that the Dark Lord has chosen to believe in it and is now beginning to hunt an unborn babe." She pointed out. "If he decides the child is that of James and Lily Potter then he will hunt them down and kill them. And it is not as if James and Lily had not already given him reasons to want them dead."
Sirius grimaced at that and he turned away from Narcissa staring at the Church Altar. "Why are you helping?"
Narcissa narrowed her eyes at his back. "We are family Sirius." She said with a slight growl. "I am pregnant. Do you understand that? I am pregnant. My child is due in June." She informed them. "If Draco were to be born in July instead I am sure that this madman would order my son killed. He is so obsessed with that prophecy that he will just kill all of the children born in July if he can get his hands on them. Babies Sirius!" Her voice rose and echoed in the Church.
She shivered again. "He is going to kill babies." She whispered. "Not adults who could try to defend themselves, but the most innocent, the most precious, and Bella…Bella was so happy about being able to help him target babies." She broke off with a sob.
She was surprised to find strong arms come around her in a hug and give her a strong shoulder to cry on. She allowed herself to be held, to be soothed, reminded herself that such extremes of emotion were not good for herself and her baby. It took her a few moments to realize that it was James who had taken her into his arms to comfort her. She wished that it was her Lucius instead.
"You would make a horrible Death Eater, Cissa." James spoke softly into her hair.
She giggled slightly. It was such an absurd thing for him to say and yet so very honest. "Thank you James." She said as she slowly pulled away. She was not yet fully composed but at least she was no longer a sobbing wreck.
Sirius was staring at her intensely when she met his gaze. She almost flinched from his blue eyes. Melania's eyes she knew. The same eyes as the Macmillan family. Malcolm's eyes were darker, she recalled. Not quite the beautiful pure blue of Sirius' eyes.
"Regulus." The way he spoke the name stole her breath. It was as though Sirius were wounded and still bleeding. "How did he die?" He demanded of Narcissa.
She shook her head in the negative. "I do not know." She admitted to him. "The last time I saw him was the day I realized I was pregnant." She said sadly. "He was so happy for me and promised to keep my secret until I was ready to tell the family at large. He knew before Lucius." She murmured. "He had been edgy and upset when he came to see me. He did not tell me what was wrong. Regulus was like that." She sighed in fond exasperation. "Once he started at Hogwart's he bottled things up and kept them to himself. He tried to work all of his troubles out on his own. No matter how often I tried to get him to talk, it never worked. He did talk a little with Severus, I think. Or at least Severus understood him more than I."
"Snivellus?!" Sirius snarled. "Snivellus was friends with Regulus?"
"Do not call him that idiotic name!" Snapped Narcissa. "What are you twelve?" She asked him rhetorically. "Yes, Regulus and Severus were friends. Severus looked after him when he first entered Slytherin when other students wanted to pick on him for his refusal to refute his Gryffindor sibling."
Sirius looked as though he had been slapped. Narcissa took great satisfaction out of seeing that look upon his face. Sirius had turned his back on Regulus when the boy had sorted into Slytherin House but Regulus had not turned his back on his beloved big brother. Let Sirius feel guilty over that now. It might be the only revenge that Narcissa could enact against Sirius for Reggie's sake. She knew that Regulus would not really want Sirius hurt. Knowing how much the boy had adored Sirius just made her want to make Sirius hurt dearly for his betrayal of Regulus. Still Regulus had loved Sirius. He had loved Sirius more than he loved anyone.
Cassiopeia glared at Sirius and then at Narcissa. "The point is that you did not know what was wrong with Regulus?" She asked of Narcissa.
Narcissa shook her head in the negative. "No. I had no idea what was wrong with him. He promised that he would tell me about it once he had everything figured out." She said. "He left that day with smiles and reassurances of his affection. He teased me that I should name him the God-father of Draco." She said as she placed a hand upon her abdomen. "The next I heard a thing about Regulus was when Lord Black's letter arrived informing me that Regulus was dead and the date of the funeral. It was a great shock." She admitted.
Cassiopeia nodded. "Druella, Cedrella, and I were called in to tend to Walburga. She was already grieving Orion and had become quite a problem." She admitted. "Walburga became so mad at Cedrella that she blasted her name off of the tapestry at Grimmauld." Cassiopeia said with the shake of her head. "Walburga is not sane. Certainly not sane enough to raise children." She paused then having almost given away information about the new Black Heir.
"You can say that again." Sirius scoffed clearly thinking about how his mother had raised him.
"Lord Black never mentioned at the funeral service how or why Regulus had died." Narcissa admitted softly. "The talk was more about his life than about his death."
Cassiopeia nodded her head then. "Yes. I do not think that Arcturus wanted to speak of Regulus actual death at all." She admitted. "The wound was still too fresh, as the saying goes." She dabbed at her eyes then with a silken handkerchief. "I do know that Lord Black intends for House Black to be enemies of the Dark Lord."
Sirius and James both looked at her in surprise. "Truly?" Sirius asked even as James asked "Really?" at the same moment.
Cassiopeia nodded. "Of course. Death Eaters killed his son in the middle of Diagon Alley as Orion was assisting Aurors in protecting women and children."
"Uncle Orion died while saving a pregnant witch, Hilary Bones, from the Death Eaters Curses." Narcissa said sadly. "I have corresponded a little with Hilary, we were in the same year at Hogwarts though she was a Hufflepuff. She gave birth to a daughter named Susan. If it were not for Uncle Orion then that little witch would not be alive today." Narcissa said with pride in her uncle.
Cassiopeia nodded. "I am surprised you had not heard of it. Orion fought alongside Alastor Moody that day. It was Moody who contacted Lord Black to tell him about his son's bravery." She pointed out.
Narcissa smiled slightly. "Auror Moody was at the funeral." She said softly. "He paid his respects, made a few threats to suspected Death Eaters and then took his leave." She giggled at the memory. "He is quite the strange man."
"I think I need to have a talk with Moody." Sirius said with a frown.
"He probably did not mention it because he knew you were estranged from your dad." James pointed out to Sirius.
Sirius sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Yeah, I am sure that's it. But I need him to understand that if it is about the Black's then I need to know."
James looked surprised but then clapped him on the shoulder. "If that is what you want." He said simply.
Then Sirius looked at Narcissa. "You do realize that Bellatrix is not getting a free pass here." He said firmly.
"I know." She said with a sad smile. "Believe me, I have thought on this a lot since I found out she was a Death Eater. But when she came to me and told me about the prophecy, she told me that the Dark Lord was going to hunt down and kill babies." She shuddered. "I have already lost Bellatrix." She said firmly as she looked into Sirius' eyes. "Do you remember when the Carrow brothers were trying to pick on Regulus and then you tried to stand up to them only to be hexed as well."
Sirius frowned but nodded his head. "Then Bellatrix came along and she took a hex meant for me. Then she taught them why one should not mess with the Black's." He stared into Narcissa's eyes and she saw sadness there, sadness and longing. "Then she praised us, Reggie and I. She said that we would grow up to be great men and that the Carrow's would not."
Narcissa gave him a sad smile. "Yes. I have thought of that moment a few times in the last few months." She told him. "I do not know when we lost her Sirius." She said softly. "I just know that she is gone now. If she could countenance even the thought of killing a baby, then she is long gone to us now." Then she reached out and gripped his hand. "So please, promise me that if you can stop her, put her away, or if you must kill her." She felt him squeeze her hand tight at the suggestion. "Kill her if you must. Just do not let her hurt anyone else anymore." She whispered the last. "Our Bellatrix would never have wanted to hurt a child."
Sirius held tightly to her hand for a moment before he raised it to his lips and kissed the back of her hand. It was as good as a spoken vow. She knew that Sirius would kill Bellatrix if he next saw her in a combat situation.
She could not yet meet the gaze of Cassiopeia. She had not told her auntie that she would possibly ask this of Sirius because it would have revealed that she knew that Sirius would be present. Though of course she had hoped that Sirius would have remained in the shadows for many reasons and this request was not the least of the reasons.
"We must go." Narcissa said then, pulling her hand away from Sirius.
Cassiopeia fell into step beside her. "Do send me word on how you are doing Jamie. I am your aunt and I do worry over you." She said in parting from the two young men. The meaning was clear enough. They were to keep her as informed as they could about their new goals.
"Cissa," Sirius called out to her and she turned back to look at him.
"Yes?" She asked of him. She was not ready to forgive him for his defection. She was not ready to forgive him for the hurt he had caused Regulus. But he was Regulus' beloved brother and that meant something, made her decide she must not ostracize him.
"Sniv…er…Severus Snape." Sirius began. "Is he a Death Eater?" He asked her.
Narcissa frowned then. "Not to my knowledge no." She told him. "I could not easily tell you who are Death Eaters and who are not. I am not one myself and have never been a participant of their meetings. I can tell you that Bellatrix is one because I have seen her mark."
"So you do not know for certain?" Sirius asked sounding hopeful.
Narcissa narrowed her eyes at him. Not for the first time did she wonder what it was that had started the feud between Snape and Sirius and James. She had heard it was all over Lily Potter formerly Evans. Narcissa thought that was just a part of the issue. After all the feud started when they were eleven. Severus had once told her that James Potter and Sirius Black had chosen to hate him on the train on the way to Hogwart's. When Sirius and James were eleven both had been pompous little brats. Severus at eleven had not cared for such pompous and arrogant creatures. He had made comments to Lucius a few times about his pompous and arrogant attitude. Instead of harming their friendship Severus' comments had deepened Lucius interest in the first year due to Severus being a breath of fresh air. Lucius had been used to being surrounded by hangers on, not actual friends who would speak their minds. James and Sirius were both used to being adored and Severus did not adore them, did not even envy them. How they must have hated Severus Snape.
"No. I am not for certain." She admitted knowing that this meant that soon Sirius would find an excused to get a search warrant for Morning Vale, the home of Severus Snape. She would send Severus a letter in the morning warning him that he might be visited by Aurors in the next few weeks.
"Thank you for the warning, Cissa." James said gently to her and then he cast yet another warming charm over her.
She smiled at him. "Thank you James." She said and then she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. "Keep yourself, your wife, and your baby safe." She ordered him.
He gripped her hand briefly before releasing it. "I promise to do my best."
She nodded. There was nothing else she could ask of him.
With James promise ringing in her ears she exited the Church followed by her aunt. She had turned Bellatrix in to the Auror's. She had made one of those Auror's promise to kill her if he could. If he were not also a Black, then she knew she would never forgive herself for asking that but Sirius was a Black and he remembered what Bellatrix had been. He understood her loss and her request. She hoped that Sirius was strong enough to live with himself if he did have to kill Bellatrix. She hoped that James would be able to protect his family. She hoped that Callidora would take the threat seriously and convince Frank to protect himself, his wife, and their baby.
These thoughts spiraled in her mind as they left the Church behind and soon after Cassiopeia operated the Portkey that would return them to Ivy Hall.
References
Church of St. Dunstan: a made up Church modeled off of St. John the Evangelist and All Saints in Kingston, Somerset. The Church was founded sometime before 1291. The Porch and the Chancel date from the 14th Century and the rest of the building dates from the 15th Century.
Ivy Hall: An older Black family property. It is the home of Cassiopeia Black.
Morning Vale: The Home of Severus Snape, a Prince family property.
