Narcissa - June 1955
Andromeda – April 1952
Bellatrix – January 1950
Present year - 2002
December 1965
The snow settled thick on the pavements and roads creating a stunning scenery with young children building snowmen and playing snow forts till their parents called them in.
Christmas time came, bringing the two eldest Black sisters home for the holidays. Narcissa was beyond excited to see Andromeda and Bellatrix again after a long four months away.
The blonde girl hated being alone with her mother Druella who made her daughter sit through exhausting pointless lessons of blood purity and how a lady must behave at all times.
Her last lesson of the day just ended much to the relief of Narcissa. One could only take so much of pouring over the family tree and realising your relatives were far too closely related.
"Go get changed for dinner girl" Cygnus barked at his youngest daughter, cigar in hand sitting in his chair by the blazing fire in the main receiving room.
Narcissa quickly obeyed taking the grand staircase two at a time, dashing through the third floor, shouts of disgust from her deceased ancestors followed her as she slammed the bedroom door shut behind her. Uptight snobs. Rolling her eyes at the uncomfortable looking tight black dress with long sleeves that mother laid out for her on the bed.
"Young Mistress must gets bathed."
She turned to the squeaky voice of her house elf Snitch dressed in a grubby tea towel with the B stitched in.
Once scrubbed clean by her overzealous elf, Narcissa endured the unpleasant task of fitting into the corset of the dress. She stood in front of the floor-length mirror, the dress clung to her like a second skin, her lungs screaming in protest, the skirt stopped just above her ankles leaving Snitch to slip her heeled boots on.
"Yous a proper young lady young Mistress".
A knock sounded on the door just as her oldest sister stepped in still proudly dressed in her Slytherin uniform.
"My, my Cissy don't you look enticing." The dark haired sister's eyes travelled over the squirming younger girl's maturing body before returning to Narcissa's face. "I shall be with Dromeda for a bit, why don't you stay in here till I call you" Bellatrix cooed, her hand stroking Narcissa's warm cheek.
Sitting back straight on her bed, the blonde picked at her dress skirt. When will Bella call me?. Jumping off her bed, her heels clicking on the floorboards, Narcissa impatiently paced the floor, having enough of waiting she left her room. Without knocking she barged into Bella's, stopping short at the sight of Bella's unmade bed.
Andromeda was straddling Bellatrix's waist, both witches naked as the day they were born, their lips attached to each other, moans echoing the large chamber, hands stroking and pinching flesh unaware of their audience.
Narcissa's eyes widened at sight before her, unable to move further into the room but far too curious to leave, she just stood and stared.
Bellatrix grinned upon noticing their baby sister watching eyes wide, jaw dropped. Grabbing the oblivious Andromeda by her waist and reversing their position, pinning her lookalike to the mattress, she grinded her pelvis into Andromeda, enjoying the sounds of pleasure escaping her sister's delightful rose pink lips.
"Stop Trixie." Andromeda fought to cover herself but Bellatrix has no intention of stopping. "Cissa is watching..." Her feeble attempt at stopping her sister, ended in a groan as long fingers thrust in between her legs, sharp nails scraping her inner walls.
Present day
Hermione sprung up from the lumpy sofa, breathing heavily, trying to rub away the strange erotic dream from her blurry eyes. Wincing as the bright room swung around her vision, the repulsive red and gold painted walls made her feel dizzy.
"Good to see you are finally awake Hermione" the Weasley Matriarch snipped from the dark corner of the room.
Hermione groaned slowly swinging her aching legs over the edge and turning to face Mrs Weasley who was silently knitting away, her friend's newest obsession the muggle television was turned on to some cooking show.
"Ho..How long have you been here?".
The redheaded plump woman paused in her task, her lips pursed at the muggleborn witch's abrupt manner. "I'm glad my son found true love in Lavender." Resuming her bright orange jumper. "My daughter is about to give birth soon and the babe will be needing a safe and peaceful environment." Bitterness and hatred laced her every word.
The brunette forced down her sneer, forcing herself to stand. "I will find somewhere else to live Mrs Weasley." Yanking the front room door open.
"I'm sure you will Hermione but today will be best. My family needs time alone." Turning her attention back to the television and her knitting. "Your bags are packed and by the door dear".
Yes family, no surprise there then. The foyer was as dark and depressing as Hermione felt. Stumbling against the sickening Gryffindor themed wall, she summoned her luggage, shrinking them to fit in her pocket.
Leaving the Potter household for the final time was easier than Hermione thought it would be, even when hungover. There's no place like home.
Collecting her thoughts Hermione disapparated leaving muggle London behind.
Glad to of made the dangerous trip in one piece she slumped against the wall beside the Leaky Cauldron, closing her eyes to keep the dizziness at bay.
"I will not tell you again. Get. Out. Now."
Hermione pushed off from the wall, trying to locate the nasally voice disturbing her well earned rest. Imbeciles the bloody lot of them.
Gathering up her courage she entered the Leaky and made her way to the bar where Tom was handling the boisterous customers. The pub was dark but spacious with wooden benches lining tables scattered around the lower floor and a small stage was set up at the front for entertainment. How very muggle.
"Good afternoon Miss Granger." Tom smiled brightly, shuffling off his stool.
Leaning across the gleaming bar top. "I'm needing a room for the next few weeks I suppose." Subtly eyeing his hunched back.
"Room four ready this morning. Shall we set a tap or straight from your vault?" Handing over the bronze key to the brunette.
Grasping the cold metal, the teeth biting into her palm. "Take from my vault Tom." Nodding her gratitude to the small cheerful owner, Hermione took the wooden creaky stairs up to the second level, bypassing the first three rooms till she reached her own.
Narcissa sat in the shadows silently watching the muggleborn witch enter the dreary pub unaware that she herself was also an unfortunate resident for the time being.
Prying the room number from the simpleton behind the bar, the regal blonde returned to her own room, amusement sparkling in her blue orbs. How the fates above hate me so.