A/N: Hi again and sorry for the delay. I have been swamped with work lately so all my fics are having serious delays that I am trying to make up for. This chap has a lot of interesting info and a bit of angst, so be warned.

Asmodeus Stahl: Thanks, I am glad you like my idea as it will be a very different fic to all you can read around and that's always risky as some readers can be very judgemental with stuff. Ah, the kitsune is something I have been wanting to include in at least one fic and I am happy to know that it brought you back fond memories :D. I hope you enjoy this chap, too.

ceMR: Yes and no, lol. They can interact somehow in their dreams but, like real dreams, they don't retain most of the info which is something I find really frustrating about my own. The necklace seals Fleur's memories which will play a role later on the second arc of the story, you'll see.

E. Elliot: Those puppies are adorable and will help a lot later on. I am glad you liked them.

CelticOffspring: LOL I am sorry for the delay but here's another chap for you :P.

Gordoka: Jajaja tan fantasma tu pero imposible no reconocer ese seudonimo, XD. Jajaja los nombres de los zorros recuerdo que el de Fleur lo decidimos juntas y el otro fui yo solita XD. Yo soy mala con las fechas, sorry, igual siempre lo compenso con una buena historia asi que no esta tan mal no?

kpop1392as: Oh yeah, that twin will wreak havoc later and I think their veela heritage adds something interesting to the story as well. Oh those foxes are adorable and will help a lot later [if all goes according to my plans] Thanks for reading.

Enjoy!


3.- Onibaba


After paying for all the books, parchments, ink, and any other things they might need in school, the three young witches enjoyed some ice cream from Florean Fortescue's before going to their final destination, Ollivander's.

A small bell chimed when the three young witches followed by three adults entered the wand shop. The three cousins looked excited, and even the always serious-looking Persephone seemed more eager than usual.

"Welcome" Mr. Ollivander looked up and greeted his new customers with a smile "first wands, right?" the three young witches smiled "may I ask which school you girls are going to attend?"

"Durmstrang" the redhead and blonde girls exclaimed in unison followed by Persephone's softer tone.

"Great school, infamous for favoring the dark arts" sensing the dangerous aura coming from the older witches, the wandmaker chuckled nervously before turning to look at the three young girls with a smile "who want to try first?"

"I want to be the first" Persephone stated and took a confident step forward.

"Very well" Mr. Ollivander eyed the girl and could sense great magic exuding from the young witch "talented and with quick reflexes" the wandmaker walked around his shop taking narrow boxes here and there and placed them on a counter near the dark-haired witch "you need a short wand with just the right grip" Mr. Ollivander opened a beaten wooden box to reveal a wand made of dark wood.

"Black walnut 9 inches with unicorn hair as the core" the man handed the wand to the eager dark-haired girl that waved it elegantly. Red sparks flew everywhere and whatever they touched turned into ash.

"It's hot" Persephone yelped and dropped the wand that lit itself before hitting the floor and it shone red as if on fire.

"Um, not good" Mr. Ollivander opened a second box where a lighter wand rested "it's a matter of power and strength so here's a 9½ inches Aspen with dragon heartstring core"

"Pretty" the dark-haired girl took the wand and waved it softly. Blue sparks landed on the floor exploding loudly. Several stacks of wands fell to the floor and Eudora and Galatea jumped away to avoid being hit by the falling boxes.

"Strong enough but too inflexible" the wandmaker mused before opening an ebony-colored box "I think this combination of wood and core is the right one. Dragon heartstring core, nine inches made of cherry" the moment the redhead took the wand, she felt connected to it, but at the same time, something was missing so when she flicked it, little red sparks emanated from it before stopping abruptly. Not even a second later, the tip cracked.

"Right wood, but you need a different core and one that I don't work with due to how temperamental it is" Mr. Ollivander took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose after the other two cousins almost destroyed his shop and didn't find a suitable wand.

"If I my assumptions are correct, the three of you might need wands with the same core, veela hair" the wandmaker stated, and the three older witches exchanged nervous glances.

"Where we are going to find those as you don't work with that material?" Bellatrix asked in exasperation.

"I will send an owl to Cosme Acajor in France since I am sure that they might have some in stock" Mr. Ollivander accioed a parchment and quill and started writing a quick note "two wands for right-handed and one for a left-handed, am I correct?" the three younger witches nodded "veela core all of them and with dogwood for the lovely redhead, spruce for the petite blonde and…" the wandmaker locked eyes with Persephone before continue writing "…a sample of apple, beech, cherry and elm to try for the young and brave dark-haired one, just in case"

"We need to go to Paris to buy wands?" the gray-eyed witch turned to ask her mother.

"Um…" Bellatrix didn't know how to reply. Going to France was too risky since the veela might be still looking for their lost children and she was not sure if the glamour the Black sisters used on the girls would be bypassed by the desperate creatures.

"That won't be necessary, young lady" Mr. Ollivander interrupted "I will send an owl, and they would deliver the wands, so do not fret" the three older witches sighed relieved "I will let you know when via owl, as well."

"This is for the trouble" Narcissa placed several galleons on the counter before turning to look at the young witches "how about if we buy you some new fancy robes?" the smiling girls almost ran out of the shop escorted by an amused Andromeda and a smiling Narcissa leaving Bellatrix behind with the wandmaker.

"I hope you can be discreet about my daughter and nieces' wand situation" the dark witch pointed her wand at Mr. Ollivander's neck.

"Of course, Miss Black" the wandmaker swallowed hard "my lips are sealed"

"I am glad to hear that, otherwise I might have to kill you" Bellatrix cackled at the pale face of the wandmaker before turning around and heading to the exit. Just before leaving, the dark witch turned her head and locked eyes with Mr. Ollivander one last time "just kidding" the poor man sighed relieved before finishing writing the message and sending his owl to France. The sooner he finished business with the Blacks, the better.


A few days later, someone rang the bell of the older Black sisters' home just before dinnertime. Kreacher opened the door to find an average height man with light hair and sparkling green eyes.

"Bonsoir, my name is Louis Bernard and I was sent by Cosme Acajor from la France to show your family some of our wands" the man spoke with a thick accent.

"Come in, my masters are waiting for you" the house-elf replied and led the man to the living room where the family was summoned by Bellatrix after greeting the foreigner.

"I brought the wands for your daughters" Louis opened his magically enlarged briefcase and placed several triangular prism-shaped wand boxes, some were orange, others dark blue and a few were purple.

"In la France we have a regulation that veela clans had to submit some of their hair for wand making, preferably coming from all the main families" the man explained before taking a sip of the coffee Kreacher just served him "since these creatures are very secretive, the veela in charge of collecting the hair by the Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France is the only one that knows each family personally."

"As wandmakers, we only get to know the country of origin of the veela hair we use" Louis stated with a small smile when he saw the interest his words sparked on the three younger witches.

"Which countries?" Eudora asked with sparkling eyes.

"Well, mostly the Northern countries, Russia and la France, of course," Louis replied before pointing at the orange boxes he had placed on the coffee table, "Mr. Ollivander told me to bring wands for a left-handed witch in cherry, apple, beech and elm with a veela hair as the core"

Then, he pointed at the dark blue boxes "Spruce of different lengths for a right-handed witch" and finally, he pointed at the purple ones "and a short length of dogwood for a right-handed as well" the man used his own wand to open all the boxes at the same time and the young witches gasped at the beauty of the wands in front of them. "So, who wants to try first?"

"I want to-" Persephone started to be promptly interrupted by her cousins

"Not fair" Eudora protested "you tried first at Ollivander's"

"Yeah" Galatea pouted, and Bellatrix cackled amused.

"How about each one of you try one wand at the same time?" Andromeda offered "that is pretty fair for all, don't you think girls?"

"Fine" Galatea and Eudora replied at unison while Persephone just shrugged her shoulders and approached the coffee table to inspect the wands.

"Nice save" Bellatrix whispered to her "I was tempted to hex them if they started an argument again"

"They are your family, Bella" Narcissa scolded her "your daughter and nieces, hexing is not the best way to deal with them"

"I agree with Cissy, but you have to recognize that sometimes you have thought of hexing them, too" Andromeda whispered and Narcissa's embarrassed blush betrayed her. At this, the other two Black sisters chuckled.

"See? I am not the only one" Bellatrix cackled once more before turning to look at her daughter and nieces "well, girls try them, then."

The three young witches waved the wands softly and three different reactions happened at the same time. Galatea's wand flew from her hands and crashed against a nearby vase turning it into ash. From Eudora's wand several dark sparks flew and lifted several books laying around before landing on the carpet split in two.

Persephone's wand fired several sparks that rebuilt the vase and stacked the books in a pile, but before the dark-haired girl could smile satisfied, the vase cracked and broke again while the books Eudora's wand had lifted fell with a loud thud on the carpet, and the tomes started spitting their pages here and there.

"Mon Dieu" Louis chuckled "you girls are certainly strong" the man boxed the rejected wands and turned to inspect the ones untouched, "I think that the wood and core is the right one, but the length is the one that needs to be adjusted"

"Longer for you" Louis hands a dark wand decorated with tiny snowflakes engravings and the silver head of a lion as handle "11½ spruce with Norwegian veela hair as core." The moment Galatea grabbed the wand, a cold breeze engulfed her, and she smiled excitedly. With a soft wave, she pointed at the books laying on the carpet and all the pages went back where they belonged before the tomes landed on a nearby shelf.

"This is the one!" the blonde girl skipped towards her mother to show her the wand.

"Now, I think this will be another perfect match" the man exclaimed while handing to the anxious redhead a thin dark wand with an elaborated two-headed eagle as a handle "10 inches for a right-handed witch made of dogwood with Russian veela hair as core." Dark fog engulfed Eudora for a few seconds before she pointed her wand to the broken vase that was surrounded by a dark mist before reappearing completely unscathed.

"Bloody hell, that was awesome!" Eudora shouted and her mother laughed amused along with Bellatrix.

"Language!" Narcissa scolded her niece that was now showing her wand to her mother.

"Left-handed wizards and witches are quite peculiar so they need to be perfectly matched or their wands will turn into ash due to their raw magical talent" Louis elaborated while eyeing the wands resting in orange boxes "'as it already 'appened to you, mademoiselle?"

"In fact, it has" Persephone locked eyes with the French man "back at Ollivander's"

"English wands are fine but French ones are more fitting for gifted witches" Louis smiled before pointing a certain reddish wand "take it, I think this is the one for you"

Gray eyes turned to look at it and Persephone felt an immediate connection with the wand. The Dark-haired girl ran her digits down the wood and if felt warmth invading her limbs. Her fingertips felt on fire, but they didn't burn. As if the flaming red wand was calling for her. The feeling was even stronger than the bond she felt with her pet.

"This wand is extremely rare and precious" Louis commented before sitting back on the armchair he was previously occupying "the wood comes from a thousand-year-old cherry tree." Persephone grabbed the wand and studied it "it's the more treasured tree in Japan, the Miharu Takizakura. Do you know anything about cherry trees?"

"A bit" Persephone turned to look at the French wand maker "Japanese call them sakura and they symbolize both birth and death, beauty and violence. A hard balance to achieve as the tree represents the impermanence of life."

"Brilliant" Louis exclaimed clearly surprised "holders of cherry wands have prolific lives as the right pairing between this wood and its core would turn the wizard or witch into a very powerful one but they have to possess great self-control and strength of mind to keep a perfect balance in their lives."

Persephone looked down at her left hand and the elaborated design of the reddish wand. Petite sakura flowers were engraved all over the wood and the thin lines connecting them shone in a soft yellowish tint.

The handle was similar to the one of a katana with gorgeous engravings in gold and covered with a thick leather skin that made it easier to hold. Out of curiosity, the young witch raised the wand to see the bottom of the handle and tilted her head confused when she saw a coat of arms that she had never seen before but felt awfully familiar.

"What's this?" Persephone asked and Louis directed her attention towards the young witch.

"Ah, that" the man smiled "pay no mind, it's just a symbol that is linked to the origin of the core"

"So," Persephone pointed at the coat of arms "this-"

"This core belongs to a French veela family, oui" the man interrupted with a polite smile.

"Interesting"

"What are you waiting for, princess?" Bellatrix asked impatiently "try it!"

Persephone giggled at her anxious mother and flicked her left hand. The young witch could feel her magic coursing through her veins stronger than before. She was utterly in synch with her wand. Soft golden sparks came out of the tip of the wand and the coffee table lifted from the ground after Persephone whispered a levitating spell.

"9½ is definitely the right length for you, a perfect match between cherry and veela hair" Louis exclaimed before turning to look at a proud Bellatrix "your daughter is indeed quite talented" the other two young witches glared at him and he chuckled nervously "all of you girls are going to be great witches as veela cores normally react to veela users, so you are quite intriguing, I may add."

"That settles it, then" Andromeda clapped trying to divert the attention while the French man placed the remaining wands back in his briefcase and Bellatrix frowned.

This man knows too much.

"Here's the amount we agreed on" Narcissa placed a small leather pouch with galleons on the now empty coffee table "and a bit extra for the trouble of coming to England."

"That's not necessary, mademoiselle" Louis replied with a polite smile "although, I highly appreciate it if you give me directions to a nearby hotel to spend the night since I still have some business to attend tomorrow before going back to la France."

"I know a place" Bellatrix commented while tapping her right temple with her wand "I can take you." Narcissa and Andromeda exchanged worried glances but kept quiet.

"I don't want to be a bother, mademoiselle" Louis replied politely. He had been warned about the Black sisters, especially the volatile Bellatrix.

"Nonsense" the dark-haired witch cackled before patting him in the back "it's nearby and I had to go out anyways for some ice cream for the girls"

"I want mint chocolate chip!" Eudora shouted before a crash was heard from the next room and a chuckling Andromeda went to check on her daughter.

"Vanilla for me and mama" Galatea added. At this, her mother nodded.

"I can have whatever you are having, mother" Persephone commented before securing her wand on her new holster resting her forearm.

"Butterscotch and chocolate it is, then" Bellatrix cackled before turning to look at the French wizard "shall we?"

"Bien" a more relaxed Louis replied before taking his briefcase and walking towards the house's door.

"We will buy the ice cream first and then I will show you the hotel as it is nearby" Bellatrix commented nonchalantly while twirling her wand around her fingers.

"No problem" the French wizard replied and walked alongside the dark-haired witch that grabbed his forearm before apparating.

After purchasing the cold treat and using a reducing spell to pocket it in her robes, Bellatrix guided the French wizard to a poorly lit street "the hotel is on the other side of this alley."

"Thank you for your hospitality, mademoiselle Black" Louis commented before turning around walking down the dark passage. He was not quick enough to deflect the torture curse Bellatrix cast and the man landed on the dirty ground while his limbs shook in pain. The man screamed while his wand escaped his holster and even the wands in his briefcase were out of reach.

"I am sorry, monsieur but I can let you go and report that my daughter and nieces are…what was the word you used?" Bellatrix asked tapping her chin while the man twisted in pain "…ah, I remember, it was intriguing, wasn't it?"

"…Oui…" the man whispered while trying to reach for his wand.

"Oh, you don't need that" Bellatrix stabbed the wizard's hand with her charmed knife that elicited a pained scream from the French man and his hand started to bleed uncontrollably the moment the sharp dagger punctured a vein.

"Accio" when she had a hold of the man's wand, the dark witch broke it in two and pocketed it "now, what to do with you?"

"I won't say anything, please" Louis pleaded "I have a family"

"Oh, so you understand then" Bellatrix pointed the wand at the man once more "you would do whatever it takes to protect yours, right? Crucio!" the dark-haired witch cast and the man screamed the moment the curse hit him again. "Answer me!" Bellatrix shouted before stopping torturing the wizard.

"Oui, I would" Louis whispered before trying to sit despite his shaking limbs "but-"

"No buts, you said you understood and that's enough for me" Bellatrix added with a cackle.

"Please, my daughter is waiting for me-" the man pleaded once more to no avail.

"You know too much and the only know-it-all I like is my daughter" Bellatrix cackled. "Au revoir, monsieur"

"No, please-" teary green eyes pleaded to no avail. The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he knew what it was coming and there was no escape to his fate.

"Avada Kedavra" Bellatrix shouted and the man went rigid and his soul abandoned his body the moment the spell hit him.

"Now, what to do with all these wands?" Bellatrix cackled to herself before casting a quick cleaning spell to erase any evidence before taking Louis' arm and briefcase and apparating to an unknown location.


"I am back!" Bellatrix shouted and three young witches ran to greet her.

"No ice cream until you have eaten dinner" Narcissa warned from the hall.

"You heard her" Bellatrix chuckled before handing the now enlarged bag to Andromeda.

"Now go and wash your hands. Supper will be served soon" the auburn-haired witch commanded, and the three girls ran to the nearest bathroom. After entering the living room and making sure the girls wouldn't hear them, Andromeda turned to look at Bellatrix that was tapping her temple with her wand a habit she had had since their time at Hogwarts.

"So?" Andromeda inquired anxiously.

"What?" Bellatrix asked with a raised eyebrow.

"What happened with the Frenchie? He somewhat figured out that the girls are veela" the brunette witch whispered afraid that her daughter and nieces would hear her.

"Well, not much" Bellatrix shrugged her shoulders "just had to kill him like the others that suspected about our little girls."

"Bloody hell, Bella" Andromeda sighed "at least tell me you didn't leave any evidence that can lead the Aurors to us, like last time."

"Nope, I cleaned the place up and left nothing behind, in fact," the dark-haired witch grabbed something from her robe's pocket and placed it in her sister's hand "here's his briefcase"

"Please tell me you didn't let him bleed to death like the others" Andromeda glared at the dark witch that just cackled amused.

The last time someone voiced their thoughts about the three young witches' nature was when the girls caught dragon pox and the Black sisters called for a medic to visit their daughters at home since the family doctor was out of the country at the moment.

Bellatrix lost it and tortured the young medic and her male nurse until they stabbed each other to death. They were Alice and Frank Longbottom. Andromeda still remembers the incident as she was the one in charge of cleaning the bloody mess left behind by her gung-ho older sister.

It had been exhausting to keep the secret all these years but the three sisters agreed that it was worth the trouble and they loved their daughters with all their hearts, even if they weren't the ones that gave birth to them. They also knew that their girls would probably never forgive them if they knew the truth, so they preferred to carry the burden by themselves.

"I did not" Bellatrix replied nonchalantly before sitting on a dark armchair and crossed her legs "I gave him a swift death by Avada Kedavra and left him in the basement of your house with a conservation spell, so he doesn't smell nor rot"

"Why didn't you dispose of the body?" Andromeda asked exasperated.

"And let the ice cream melt in my pocket? No thank you very much" Bellatrix replied pretending to be offended "moreover, you know me, I prefer to slash and burn and that draws too much attention and I rather spend a week at the beach than a lifetime in Azkaban."

"Fine, I will take care of it after the girls go to bed, they planned to have a sleepover here anyway" Andromeda sighed. She would have her hands full for a couple of hours and she was not looking forward to dealing with a corpse, at all.

"Supper is served" Narcissa announced while entering the living room and turned to look at her oldest sister "did you talk to the French man about our girls?"

"More like silenced him for good" Andromeda rubbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

"I see" Narcissa pondered for a few seconds before realization hit her "is it a mess like last time?"

"No, I didn't imperius him to stab himself and let him splash everything with blood" Bellatrix rolled her eyes "he's in Andy's basement waiting for my dear sisters to dispose of the body." Narcissa's eyes widened and her face paled at the thought of the bloody mess she dealt with Andromeda last time.

"Don't worry Cissy, I will burn him and call you to help me get rid of the ashes" Andromeda reassured her youngest sister.

"Fine, let me know via Patronus" Narcissa sighed "in the meantime, let's go and eat with our daughters."

"Good, because I am starving!" Bellatrix stated before heading to the dining room. Noticing that her sisters didn't follow her, the dark-haired witch turned to look at the other two women "are you coming?"

"Of course," Andromeda replied with a smile. The moment Bellatrix left the room, the auburn-haired witch turned to look at her baby sister and rubbed her arm reassuringly "don't worry, I will take care of the awful part."

"Sometimes I think that what we did when we bought them was very bad" Narcissa wiped the tears from her eyes "but then, I think what would have had happened to them if we had not"

"Listen to me Narcissa" Andromeda made her sister stare at her eyes "they are our daughters and we have provided them with all the love and care we have and that's what matters."

"But-"

"No buts, it is what it is, period" Andromeda stated in a serious tone before smiling "now let's go before the girls skip dinner to eat ice cream." Narcissa smiled and followed her sister to the dining room. She barely ate anything at the thought of the poor man that had to die so they could continue keeping their secret.


A few days later, the Blacks took a trip to their beach house and while the young witches were enjoying the sun, Narcissa and Andromeda scattered Louis' ashes on a nearby creek that passed through their property.

When they got back to London, Aurors from the Ministry questioned them about the missing French wand maker but they had no proof against them after checking their wands and found no traces of the use of any forbidden curses. What they didn't know was that Bellatrix was expecting this scenario and cast a spell on her wand to avoid the detection of forbidden spells being performed. Once more, Bellatrix Black got away with murder, and the Aurors had no other choice but to leave the family alone once more.


A/N: Onibaba, refers to Japanese mythology as an old lady demon which I found fitting as a title for this chap, coz you know, Bella and her shenanigans. Did I forget to mention that this fic might get dark at times? picture it as a mix of darkness, angst, and cuteness. As usual, let me know your thoughts in a review and thanks again for taking your time to read my crazy ideas turned into fics.