The Head of the Family Black

by red-jacobson

The Death of Sirius Black has repercussions that nobody could have foreseen, especially not the new Head of the Black Family, Harry James Potter! Harry/Andromeda/Narcissa/Bellatrix/Tonks/Luna/Ginny

5. Chapter 5

STORY TITLE: The Head of the Family Black

PART: 05 of ?
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (redjacobsonfiction )
DISTRIBUTION: My Yahoo Group, HP FanFiction Archive, Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: The Death of Sirius Black has consequences that no-one could have foreseen, least of all the new head of the Black Family, Harry James Potter!

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Tonks/Narcissa/Andromeda/Bellatrix/Ginny/Luna
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 5,106
SPOILERS: None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story? Starts at the End of Order of the Phoenix, the day of the Fight at the DoM.
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.

ON CHARACTER'S AGES: Hogwarts starts at 13 in this universe, so the youngest characters involved will be at least 16 at the start of the story.

SPECIAL THANKS FOR INSPIRATION TO NickP41 And I'd like to point you to his book, available on Amazon it's called The Misplaced Man the author name is Nick James.

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SPECIAL NOTE TO 'GUEST' REVIEWER "Weary Curmudgeon": You have raised several interesting questions in your reviews, as well as comments that truly deserve a response, but without being signed in, I can't respond. Can you please start signing your reviews, or, if you don't want to do that, send me a private message so I can answer your questions? Thanks, Red

12 Grimmauld Place

Master Bedroom

Friday, June 7th, 1996

Late Evening

Ginny had been released from her bonds and had stumbled to her room to sleep, refusing the offer to stay with him and Luna, but thanking them both for an amazing experience. She had been extremely enthusiastic when he and Luna had taken her front and back, begging them to take her harder! When the three of them were relaxing for another round, Ginny had mentioned how much she was looking forward to finding herself in Bella and Narcissa's bed, although she smirked and said that she was really tempted to just walk up to Tonks and push the woman to her knees in the kitchen!

That was enough to get Harry and Luna worked up again, and soon Ginny was far too busy to talk for a good long while. But Ginny kissed the two of them and said she needed some sleep. Once the door closed behind her, he rolled over and put his arm around Luna pulling her close. Leaning down to press a kiss on her upturned lips, the two of them were soon sound asleep.

Harry's Dream

Shortly Afterward

Harry opened his eyes, he'd heard something, but what was it? He frowned, Luna wasn't pressed against him the way she should be, in fact, he wasn't in his bed. The room was almost completely dark, but looking down he could see a smile seam of light coming under the door. Something about this was far too familiar, and he fumbled for his wand, but couldn't find it. He was reaching around, trying to find his wand, but his hand bumped against a shelf that shouldn't be there! With slowly mounting horror he raised his hand above his head, and his fingers brushed the underside of a set of wooden steps that he knew far too well!

Falling back on the cot that was his bed, Harry started shaking his head in disbelief, 'No! No, I'm not at the Dursley's, I'm never going back there! This must be a nightmare, it's can't be real!' He was trying to pinch himself, but suddenly his stomach growled loudly and he felt weak from hunger, unable to raise his hand to do anything.

The darkness was broken when a quiet voice said "Lumos" and he blinked against the brightness in the cupboard. The light dimmed enough that he could see, and his mouth went dry as he realized who he was looking at. There was another Harry Potter in the cupboard, skinny and malnourished, his clothing Dudley's cast-offs, and tape holding his black frame glasses together. "Yes, Lord Black, it's me, Harry Potter. You know, the man you used to be before you let the magic of the Blacks' take you over? You know what it's like being treated like a slave, locked in a cupboard to sleep, beaten for reasons you don't understand! Why in the hell would you do the same thing to Andromeda?"

He stammered, "I, I had to punish her! She went against the Head of the Family, that can't be tolerated, you know that!"

Harry looked at him with disgust in his expression. "Merlin, listen to yourself! Talking about punishing someone for disagreeing with you? Why didn't you try to talk to her first? Didn't you even consider that you were acting out of character?" He shook his head, "No, you were just loving the fact that you had power over somebody, and the Blacks' always use their power, is that it? Isn't it enough that you have power over Ginny and Luna? The two of them were willing to kill or die for you already, and that was before you had sex with them! There was no need to punish Andromeda just to demonstrate your power, the others already recognized it."

The light went out, and Harry was alone in the darkness, although now he could hear Luna's voice whimpering beside him, it sounded like she was having a nightmare as well. Pushing himself up, he reached for his wand, relieved to find it where it was supposed to be, and he cast a calming charm on Luna. His Senior wife's expression smoothed out, but her eyes flashed open, tears welling in her silver-gray eyes, and she whispered, "Oh, Merlin! What have we done to that poor woman?"

Harry held her tight, and softly said, "I know, love, I know, but we are going to try and fix that, starting now!"

"Kreacher!" Harry called, and the elf appeared instantly. "Prepare a bath, using Mistress Andromeda's favorite oils and salts. We will be bringing her in shortly, and taking care of her needs. When you finish, prepare to make a meal of her favorites. I don't know yet if she will want to eat or not."

The elf bowed obediently, "Yes, Lord Black, it will be done," before disappearing.

Getting out of bed, Harry found a robe that would fit Andromeda and took the woman's wand from Luna. The two of them wrapped night robes around their bodies and Harry moved toward the cupboard. Unlocking it quickly, he grimaced at the sight of the whimpering woman, and softly said, "Andromeda? Please, come out, it's over, you won't be hurt again. Let us help you, please?"

The woman turned toward him in shock, and he winced at the fear in her eyes. 'Damn it, Potter, you've really fucked up, now you need to fix this!'

"I'm sorry, Andromeda, Luna and I treated you badly, but it won't happen again. I've got Kreacher preparing a bath for you, will you come with us and let me explain? You will be sleeping in a bed tonight, don't worry."

Hesitantly Andromeda nodded and crawled toward them, and Luna gasped when she saw the ugly bruises on the woman's breasts. His Senior wife had tears in her eyes, and Harry said, "Will you let me heal you, Andromeda? It will at least make the pain go away."

A little more confidently, she nodded, and Harry cast 'episkey' on the welts that were still showing on her skin. Andromeda sighed with relief as the skin healed and the bruising faded, and let them help her to her feet. She leaned on them, her legs clearly bothering her from being in such a cramped position.

When they reached the bathroom, Harry said, "Do you want Kreacher to make you something to eat? I know this has been a horrible experience for you, but it's over now."

Andromeda looked at him suspiciously but nodded when he mentioned eating, punctuated by her stomach rumbling. Turning to Kreacher, he said, "Prepare a light meal of Mistress Andromeda's favorites and keep them warm, make up a plate for Lady Black and myself as well."

The elf nodded respectfully and popped away.

Luna stripped out of her robe and stepped into the tub, helping Andromeda to lower herself down. As Andromeda started to relax, Luna picked up the sponge and started washing the woman silently.

Once Andromeda was soaking in the water, the strain easing from her face, she looked up at him calmly, "You asked me to let you explain, Lord Black, I'm listening."

Harry said, "The only explanation I can offer, for myself and Lady Black, is that we were overwhelmed by the family magic. You and your sisters were raised with it, and so was Tonks, to a lesser extent, so you didn't experience the changes in outlook that Luna and I did.

"I was raised as a muggle and had no idea I was a wizard until I was 11 years old. And Luna, Lady Black, has basically raised herself since her mother died when she was nine years old. Neither of us had any idea of the changes in our personality that would happen. If we weren't overwhelmed by our training, what happened at breakfast would never have happened."

She raised an eyebrow, the fear disappearing from her gaze, and he continued, "I'm not going to go into a lot of detail about how I was raised, because I don't like to think about it, but it's taught me to keep a tighter grip on my temper." He gave a wry grin, "Not that it always works, but I do try. When you asked your question, and, it was more than a little impertinent, I would have told you that I had my reasons, and explained them.

"Andromeda, I don't know why you automatically assumed I would offer you the position since I don't know you at all. But if I had been in true control of myself, I wouldn't have lost my temper and had you punished the way you were, and now that my natural personality is asserting itself again, I don't intend to allow what happened earlier to happen again."

"And the sexual activities, Lord Black? Will you continue to expect me to participate in these degrading activities?"

Harry didn't hesitate, "Yes I will, but not before you and I work to find out exactly where you are getting these ideas about proper and improper behavior. You received the same training that the others did when you were asleep, and all of them are eager to participate in whatever I desire. And none of my desires are truly unusual, they are things that married couples do without even thinking about it. So why do you find it so strange that a woman should be able to enjoy sexual contact?"

He really did want to know the answer to that question, because even Ginny, a girl raised by the biggest prude he'd ever encountered, greatly enjoyed anything sexual they did.

She looked at him, her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something, but then she got a puzzled look on her face and closed her mouth again, shaking her head. "I honestly don't know, Lord Black. I remember the training, and how it was showing that sexual pleasure was normal, but I also hear a voice countering the training, pounding in my ears that a lady doesn't do those things! That sexual coupling is for the purpose of getting pregnant, and nothing else! It seems I've felt this way for as long as I can remember, and I don't know why." Her voice was plaintive by the end, and Harry gave her a soft smile.

"Don't worry, Andromeda, we'll find out what is causing this belief, but in the meantime, I won't have you participating. The time will come when you willingly enjoy yourself, and we can wait."

Luna actually giggled as she helped the woman to her feet and rinsed her, "Don't worry, Andromeda, the rest of us enjoy sex with our husband far too much to let him feel deprived. And soon you'll enjoy it just as much as we do!" She looked up at the woman seriously, "Ordinarily, I'd use my mouth on you to apologize for what I did, but you wouldn't enjoy it yet, so I won't. But, Kreacher should be ready for you to eat now, so let us get dried off and head downstairs."

Andromeda nodded absently and allowed Luna to dry her and wrap the robe around her. She was extremely quiet during the meal but did nod in response to questions he or Luna asked. She also seemed to really enjoy the meal, to the point that Harry had Kreacher refill her plate. Thinking about it, it made sense, the breakfast had been several hours ago, and she probably hadn't been in the mood to eat dinner or supper, with the treatment they had given her.

Harry didn't say anything, just let her eat, and, when she was finished, he had Luna help her up to the bedroom set aside for her.

When Luna came back to bed, she was still shaken, and he held her close until they fell asleep.

Unknown Location

Same Time

Voldemort was doing his best to keep his temper under control, but it wasn't easy. His spies in the Ministry still had no idea just what had caused the deaths of Lucius or the Lestrange Brothers, just that they had collapsed in their cells and were dead before anybody could reach them. And with the Malfoy child dead, there was no one who could access the vaults to provide him with the gold that he needed to bribe the Giants!

And where in the hell was Bellatrix? She had disappeared that night, and he couldn't contact her through her mark, which meant that she was probably dead, which was unthinkable! He'd put Severus to work trying to locate her, but he was reporting the failure as well. It had been so tempting to curse the man, to show him how Lord Voldemort rewarded failure, but he had stilled his hand. The man's skills with potions were still needed, and the temporary satisfaction of cursing him wouldn't make up for the damage it would do to the potion master's skills.

He had even attempted to, cautiously, probe the connection between him and Potter, only to find him engaged in sex with two of the girls who'd accompanied him to the Ministry. And while he did appreciate that the two girls were attractive, he wasn't able to discover anything of interest, so he withdrew from the boy's mind.

Scowling, he looked down at the copy of the Daily Prophet, and beneath the headline about Fudge being bounced from office, which was unfortunate, his willful blindness had been useful, there was a huge article about the Longbottom's awakening from the spell damage the Bella and the others had done. The article was singing their praises, pointing out how they had been instrumental in fighting him during the first war, and how the Aurors were far more motivated now that the word of their revival had spread through the ranks. It was unacceptable! The sheep thought that they stood a chance of resisting him? They allowed themselves to feel hope, did they? Well, perhaps it was time to move openly and show them the folly of such a belief?

Unfortunately, the Longbottom's were too well protected at the moment, but, the Bones woman? She had been making statements about opposing him, and rumors were flying that she would likely be the next Minister. She was often seen in public, could she be a suitable example? Something to consider as he regained his strength from whatever Potter had done to him.

The Burrow

Friday, June 7th, 1996

Late Evening

Ron sat at the desk in his room, writing to Hermione to let her know what had happened that night. He knew that she was just as worried about Harry as he was, but hearing from Ginny did make him feel better. He made sure to tell Hermione everything that he knew about, even about Neville's folks, which was some good news that he was happy to share.

He tried to be upbeat about Ginny and Luna both being with Harry, but the impression he got was that both of them were having sex with his best mate made him uncomfortable. Not so much Ginny, he was well aware that his sister would happily have dropped her knickers for Harry at any time after the Bloody Chamber, and he really liked the idea of his best mate being his brother-in-law. But the fact that Luna was with them bothered him for reasons he couldn't explain. It wasn't that he was interested in the girl, she was way too strange for him to want to spend any time with, but if she were having sex with Harry, and Ginny was there, was she having sex with Ginny too?

Ron really didn't want to think about that, even though he still treasured the memory of the night he had followed the twins out of the dorm and saw them with all three chasers, and the chasers were touching each other! His mum and dad had always seemed to sneer at women who did things like that, even though he didn't understand why they would sometimes look at each other and laugh, it was so confusing!

He tried to push the thoughts aside, but he couldn't help but think about Hermione, and if she was interested in having sex? He knew that she was still annoyed at him, and, when he thought about it, she had a reason to be, but maybe, with Harry truly taken, she might be willing to give him another chance?

It was strange, he'd never really thought about before the night in the Ministry when those brain things attacked him. But ever since, he'd been thinking clearer and understanding how he hurt people without meaning to. He mentioned that in the letter he was writing, and managed a sincere apology for hurting her feelings, especially at the Yule Ball.

The rest of the letter was a lot easier to write, just telling about how his parents had reacted to Fred and George dropping out of Hogwarts, and how his mum and dad had been torn about he and Ginny fighting the Death Eaters. He also wrote down a couple of funny stories that Sirius had told him over the holidays, hoping they would bring a smile to Hermione's face. He knew that she really didn't care for what the Marauders called 'pranks', but the stories he told her had them embarrassing themselves, not somebody else, so they should be alright.

Finishing up, he signed the letter and gave it to Pig, who was bouncing around on his perch like a Creevey on an overdose of Sugar Quills. The little owl flew around the room and bounced off the wall before making his way out the window and on his way to Crawley.

Ron watched the owl until it was out of sight before changing and getting into bed. He had several enjoyable dreams featuring Hermione and a few that had her and Lavender together which he really enjoyed, and he was quite annoyed the next morning when the details faded away.

St Mungo's

Saturday, June 8th, 1996

8:00 am

Frank was sitting up in bed, his breakfast tray set aside as he scowled at the Prophet from the night before. "Is that idiot trying to paint a bullseye on us? The way he's talking, it's like he expects us to leap out of our bed and join Harry Potter taking the battle to Voldemort! Sure, neither of us are going to be sitting back when there's work to be done, but a concussed niffler could get the better of us right now!"

Alice shook her head, "And you know that he's going to take that as a challenge to his power and try something against us. I'm just worried that the healers and patients won't be able to defend themselves if he attacks the hospital. And Amelia doesn't have enough Aurors to repel an attack if it's big enough."

Amelia Bones stepped through the open door, "And that's why the two of you are going to be discharged this afternoon, with all the publicity we can arrange. I've already torn the reporter and his editor into tiny pieces for the articles, but what's done is done. The word is going out that you are going to be continuing your recovery at Longbottom Lodge, with a mention of how powerful the wards are. Hopefully, that will deter him from attacking St Mungo's."

Frank raised an eyebrow at her, and Alice was grinning knowingly, Amelia had left the door open and spoke loud enough to carry down the hall. She then shut the door behind her and started putting up privacy spells. When she seemed satisfied, Frank grinned, "Nice and subtle, Amelia, I'm sure only 10 or 15 people will be contacting the Prophet with the news in the next few minutes. But we aren't going to the Lodge, are we?"

Amelia shook her head, "Not hardly, you two, Augusta and Neville will be staying with Susan and me at the Ossuary, behind the Bones War Wards, which, no offense Frank, are a lot more powerful and better maintained than the wards on the Lodge. Of course, I'm sure that Neville will be thrilled that Hannah is going to be spending a lot of time with Susan as well."

When Frank looked confused at the mention of Hannah, Alice giggled, "You didn't know? I guess you were dozing when Neville mentioned her, but he was blushing worse than James did when he first noticed Lily! Although, from what Amelia told me, Hannah is far more receptive that Lily was in the beginning."

Frank smiled, "Sort of like how I reacted when I met you, then?"

Amelia chuckled, "And from what I remember hearing about your time in school, I'd say that Hannah is just as close to Susan as you and Lily were, so Neville is going to be in for an interesting Summer!"

Alice looked at the woman speculatively, "You don't seem too unhappy with the idea that Susan and Hannah are together, does that mean you're open to variety as well?"

The older woman shrugged, "To steal a phrase I heard a couple of years ago, 'sometimes I like sausage, sometimes I'm in the mood for a taco'"

Alice shared a glance with Frank, who grinned in return, he knew where his devious, and randy, wife was going with this and wanted to watch it play out.

With an almost predatory smile, Alice said, "You know, with Frank and I, you can have both at the same time. It won't be the first time that we've shared a woman, and we both like and trust you. So, are you interested?"

Amelia smirked, "Why do you think I made sure you and your husband were in the same wing that I'm in? On the other end of the house from Neville and the girls."

It was a good thing that Neville hadn't arrived until they had opened the door again because the conversation would have had him collapsing from embarrassment.

12 Grimmauld Place

Library

Saturday, June 8th, 1996

9:00 am

Bella was more than a little nervous when Lord Black summoned her to the library after breakfast. He'd been unusually subdued while they ate, and it hadn't escaped her notice that Andromeda was actually wearing a robe when she came to the table, unlike the rest of the ladies who were still nude. She had noticed that the Senior Wife had also seemed subdued, but Ginevra didn't seem to know what was going on, and she had shared a bed with the two of them the night before, the lucky bitch!

At least Andromeda seemed to be in a more accepting mood, even smiling slightly when Tonks made a comment about looking forward to enjoying Lord Black's attention that night. Lord Black had managed to smirk, and said she might not have to wait that long, he was thinking about having her for the pudding course at lunch!

Lady Luna looked up at that, and grinned, asking if Lord Black wanted to teach the woman who 'Lucky Pierre' was? Bella had snorted, well aware of what the phrase referred to, but surprisingly so did Narcissa! She had shared a glance with her sister, and Bella had a feeling that the two of them might be getting the same experience that night! Not that she had any objections, she and Cissa had played together a few times while they were in school, when Rodolphus and Lucius had gotten too annoying.

But that didn't explain why Lord Black wanted to speak to her privately, and she only hoped that it wasn't about what she had done to Sirius in her old life.

Fortunately, he smiled when she knocked on the door and waved her in. There was a strange looking locket sitting on the desk, and it felt familiar somehow, in an unsettling way.

He was watching her and must have noticed her reaction, because he said, "It feels familiar to you too, doesn't it? It feels the same way that the curse scar feels when I'm near your former master, and that's why I wanted to talk to you. Have you encountered anything like this before?"

She frowned in thought, remembering what she'd been told when she was sleeping, and suddenly she remembered! "Yes Lord Black!" she said excitedly, "My former master entrusted me with a goblet, told me to keep it safe, and it felt like that locket! It's still in my vault in Gringotts unless the Dark Lord had Rodolphus or his idiot brother remove it when I vanished."

Lord Black shook his head, "He didn't, and now he can't. Tom doesn't know it, but I've gotten a lot better at using our connection than he is, and I looked into his thoughts this morning. It seems that you and Narcissa are both widows, sometime after the two of you disappeared, both Lestrange brothers, Lucius, as well as Draco Malfoy, were all found dead of unknown causes. He was not happy about that, at all, and even more unhappy that somehow, Frank and Alice Longbottom woke up from the comatose state they'd been in for so many years."

She gasped, and he looked at her sharply, "What? Why did you react like that?"

Bella laughed, "Apparently I'm dead as well, at least Bellatrix Lestrange is dead, the spell that was used on the Longbottom's wasn't the unforgivable, because we knew that the Ministry had actually managed to put a trace on the word 'crucio'. The spell was a Lestrange family spell that had the same effect, and it would only break if the person who cast the spell released it, or the entire family of the caster was dead. They didn't want anybody to recover and describe the spell, you see."

Lord Black quirked a grin at her, "Well, that's interesting, and I must say, you are looking extremely sexy for a dead woman Bella, but we can discuss what I'd like to do to you later. Business before buggery, sadly."

She flushed as she pictured him bending her over the desk and claiming her, and just barely managed to bite back a moan. Bella really wanted to give herself to Lord Black, and the idea of him plundering her arse got her more than a little wet! It was all she could do not to spread her legs and slip her fingers into her pussy, to get some relief, but she somehow knew that he wouldn't approve.

Focusing her attention on Lord Black, she muttered an apology, and he just grinned, "I know, I'm looking forward to it just as much, but, we need to figure out a way to get you to Gringotts and find out what your status is with them."

With difficulty, Bella focused on the question and was soon making suggestions.

The conversation lasted until it was nearly time for lunch, but they did have a decent plan, on parchment anyway.

After Lunch

Harry and Luna were sitting in the library when Andromeda knocked on the door. Luna moved to let her in, and the oldest sister walked in hesitantly. Harry didn't say anything about the fact she was still wearing her robes, he'd actually expected it. At least she wasn't looking at him or Luna with fear or hatred in her eyes, which was an improvement over the day before.

She'd looked a bit uncomfortable when he'd taken Tonks on the dining room table, especially when Bella had climbed up and let the metamorph use her mouth to lick her. Fortunately, she'd managed to restrain any comments, which got an approving nod from him.

When Andromeda had taken a seat, he looked at her calmly, "I know you've been thinking about our conversation all morning, have you reached any conclusions about where these attitudes about sex are coming from?"

She shook her head, a perplexed expression on her face, "I'm sorry, Lord Black, but as far as I can remember, I've always felt this way."

"That really doesn't surprise me. I have a feeling that whatever was done to you, it was impressed so deep into your memory that it just became a part of you. What I'm going to ask you to do, is drink this potion," He lifted the vial from his desk, "it's a strong calming potion that will actually put you into a light doze, and allow me to try and find the source of the problem. Will you allow me to legilimens you?"

"Of course, Lord Black," she said, lifting the potion to her lips. When she finished and put the vial down on the desk, he watched as she leaned back in the chair, completely relaxed. When her eyes were only half open and he could see a slight glaze covering them, he moved around the desk and raised his wand.

"Legilimens!"

End Chapter Five