A/N: As a special thank-you for the first (and only) guest to review, I present another chapter! A thank you to KingPlotBunny for the review, and I'm here to address that. I feel that the interaction between Tonks and Harry as you've described it would be too cliché. Many of the 'Honks' (if you will) stories that I've read typically have her training Harry. I've got a compromise, however, and it deals with how I said Narcissa would be coming into things soon. Also, I will take the time to thank CazadoraNocturna97, LabRat4, Lumiere D'Amour, Ravena D. Alister, SoulOnFire91, Tyler'sPrincess, delenda est c, and labass for following my story. Thank you all for the support: I appreciate it. Now, as I'm not going to have an author's note at the end of this, I will ask that you all review and give your thoughts so far. Even if you guys are reading this in the future and there are chapters ahead, take the time and review. Your support, whether it be past, present, or future, is very much appreciated. Please enjoy!

EDIT: September 8th, 2016. I am absolutely aware this chapter is garbage. I ask that you please carry through this, as it does get better again. The only reason I don't go back and edit the content is because I think I need this bad chapter as a reminder to not spout the garbage. It's not bad in terms of grammar, but I'm just not that happy with it. Thank you for your patience and for going onward.

Harry,

I'm well, thank you for asking! I'm writing this just after I got your letter and sending it back with Hedwig, she seems to like the weather here. I'm so happy that you got into Runes with me! I can introduce you to some friends of mine in there: it's high time you start branching out, don't you think? But don't you dare think I'm trying to get rid of you, you're stuck with me! I haven't heard much from Ron this summer, besides the invitation to join you all if his dad can get the tickets. If it doesn't work out, would you like to visit sometime? I'm sure the Dursleys wouldn't mind, especially if we offered to pick you up. I'm pleased that they are treating you well, finally. You never said much about them, but I know they haven't treated you fairly in the past.

You are right about Ronald, though. He'll be sure to throw a tantrum when he learns he has one less person to copy from. Honestly, why can't he be more like you? I won't take that bet, however, because I've been hoping to purchase a few books once I can get to Diagon Alley. One, in particular, is

An In-depth Analysis of 19th Century Charms by Desmond Grant. It covers a bunch of work used during the American Civil War that I'm just so fascinated by! It was used as a reference in one of my Runes books (which I hope you've been reading, by the way!) and I could not find it at the Library at the school. As you know, I'm out of the country right now and I doubt I'll be able to go to Diagon Alley until late in the summer break.

I'm glad to hear you're practicing potions, and you're right: it basically is the same as following recipes in a muggle cookbook. Professor Snape will simply have to try harder in his excuses now! I genuinely wish we had a different potions professor; Professor Snape knows the subject, but he is not that good of a teacher, really.

I truly am happy you're starting to take your education seriously, Harry. OWLs are coming up soon and while they aren't as important as your NEWTs, they still say a lot about who you are and (obviously) determine what NEWT courses you can even take!

I won't be able to answer any letters in the next week or so; I'm going to be terribly busy. I think I'll be able to get back in touch a few days before your birthday, however.

I miss you, too.

Hermione

Harry had read the letter a few times over, now, after Hedwig returned with it. He had been surprised at how quickly Hermione had replied, but was slightly dismayed at how slow owl post was. It had taken an entire day for Hedwig to deliver the letter and more than an entire day for her to return. He wished there was a quicker means of communication in the magical world, barring the obvious floo calls. Harry didn't have access to a Floo and doubted Hermione did either.

Sitting on his desk was the very book Hermione had written about, newly purchased via Owl Order from Flourish and Blotts. He debated whether he wanted to send it to Hermione now or wait until he could give it to her in person. His birthday was coming up in three days and while he didn't expect Hermione to get him anything, he wanted to at least give her the opportunity to send it along with Hedwig on a return trip.

With that decision made, he wrapped the book up as well as he could and wrote a response to Hermione. Enclosing the package and letter together, he sent Hedwig off to deliver the bundle to Hermione. Marv decided to make his presence known, as only he could.

"Way to go, Potter! Glad to see you're making some moves on Granger! Keep this up and she'll be all over you like goblins on gold! Got any plans for her birthday, yet?"

"Marv, you know when her birthday is. You know if I've got plans or not." Harry dully replied.

"Yes, but I wanna hear you say it! We're getting laid, my friend! By the end of your fourth year, you're not gonna be a virgin anymore, kiddo. Not if I can help it! I remember my first time: she was a screamer, for sure! Now, hush up, it's time for your History lesson."

Harry groaned, first at Marv's rudeness and second for the fact that Marv decided to teach him History of Magic himself. As Marv not-so-helpfully pointed out, he had gotten Outstanding on every OWL and NEWT he'd taken at Hogwarts, and he had taken them all. When Harry asked why Marv hadn't helped him with Herbology or Potions, Marv scoffed and explained that Harry had access to those resources himself. Harry needed to prove himself if he wanted to learn anything from Marv, instead of relying on him for everything. Harry had begrudgingly agreed.

Harry did not mind the lessons. In fact, he learned quite a lot about magical history from Marv. He learned more in one hour with Marv than his entire education with Binns. Not only that, but Marv would incorporate strategy and provoke thought in the lessons, asking what Harry may have done differently were he in that position. Harry thought Marv was making sure Harry knew the history, but Marv was teaching him how to be a leader.

She walked carefully down the tile floors of the manor, careful not to have her heels make any sound as made her way to the oak door ahead of her. She carefully opened the door and saw her target sitting in a dragon-hide chair, bent over numerous papers and scribbling furiously on a bit of parchment. Making sure he did not detect her, she slowly raised her wand and pointed it at the man.

"Obliviate!" She cried, focusing her intention and her wand on the man before her.

The man acquired a blank look on his face before returning to his work, oblivious to the woman's actions.

Satisfied with her spell, she mentally thanked Lockhart for teaching her the strength of the Memory Charm. She openly smirked as she recalled testing it on him shortly after learning it, depriving him of the knowledge that he taught her in the first place.

Making her way down the foyer, she went outside to where her son was flying on the broom her husband bought for him years back. He landed after seeing her and walked up her, his face a sweaty mess.

"Yes, mother? I'm trying to practice. If we're going to have the English National Team here before the World Cup, I'd like to impress them!" spoke the boy, irritably.

"And I'm sure you will impress them, Draco Dear. I merely wanted you to come in for lunch. First, though, let me clean you up a bit. I don't want you sweating all over our home." She replied, brandishing her wand.

Draco scoffed.

"Mother, we have house elves to clean the place up. It's not like it matters!"

Narcissa Malfoy rolled her eyes at her pathetic excuse for a son and let him walk in front of her, before casting the same spell on him as she did on her husband. With a look of confusion, Draco turned and returned to the Quidditch Pitch, getting back onto his broom.

"Now, where was I?" Narcissa asked herself, before smiling.

She made her way to the potions lab that Severus had been so kind to set up for her and Draco. Lucius was never the best at potions and Draco was only ever in the lab for private lessons with Severus, so it was to remain empty for the next three weeks. Plenty of time to finish the potion she was working on.

As she entered the lab, she walked over to the bathtub one of her servants had brought there for her. It was a gold tub accented with ivory and silver. Grandiose, for sure, but required for the best effects of the potion. Within the tub sat a mixture whose name was long lost to time. Not even Severus knew of this potion, but Narcissa did. She had been the potions prodigy of the Blacks, after all. Though she was a Malfoy now, some things must never be shared.

The mixture consisted of a number of ingredients, some were as expensive and rare as the last. The blood of a newborn child, phoenix blood and tears, unicorn blood – obtained from a unicorn on a full moon without force, veela blood, and dittany were examples of the rarest ingredients. The unicorn blood was particularly hard to find and dangerous. If the potion were to be swallowed, it would kill her outright. Fortunately, the potion was not meant to be consumed.

She made her way to a small box sitting just off to the side of the tub and opened it, revealing a bottle of blood and a small glass vial no larger than her pinky finger. The blood was hers, drawn at the age of sixteen and kept under a preservation charm. The vial contained golden sand, taken from a time turner. She opened the vial and removed three grains of the sand, bottling the rest up and returning it to the box. Taking the three grains of sand and her blood, she took both and mixed it with the concoction brewing in the tub. One final ingredient was needed, however.

Narcissa stripped nude, preparing herself for what lay ahead. She neatly folded her elegant robes and warded the lab multiple times over before she raised the wand to her temple. Retracting every single memory except for one, the silvery substance poured from the connection between Narcissa's temple and wand.

As the memories hit the substance, it flashed and transformed to a clear liquid emitting a soft golden glow. Narcissa dropped the wand as the memories finished flowing into the tub and recognized the only memory she had left: a thought. Curious, she accessed that thought.

Get into the tub and submerge yourself.

Lacking any sort of caution, as they had all been in the memories poured into the potion, she willingly entered the tub before ducking herself under the liquid. As soon as she was completely submerged, the liquid turned into a silvery color. She would not emerge for 24 minutes. When the surface finally broke, it revealed a fifteen-year-old Narcissa Malfoy with a grin on her face. It had worked. She bent down to grab her wand to release the wards and it sputtered a few sparks, but did not cooperate. Frowning, she pondered the dilemma presented before her and came to the conclusion rather quickly. The bath had altered her magical signature, as a means of keeping her identity a secret. Magic worked not just on intention, but the will of one channeling it.

Magic had sensed that Narcissa did not wish for her identity to be discovered, as the physical de-aging was not temporary. It would be rather suspicious for a teenager to be detected as Narcissa Malfoy. So magic, sensing Narcissa's wishes, had intervened and complemented the bath. Narcissa was grateful, however, that she retained her memories. It was expected, yes, but she knew there was a risk she would only retain the memories of her fifteen-year-old self. That would not have helped her in any way.

She clothed herself in the silk robes she'd worn before, which were just a bit too big for her, and made her way to a cabinet where she had stashed a number of wands: just in case something like this had happened. Narcissa Malfoy was a planner, able to discern almost any possible outcome when it came to a decision. She managed to find herself a wand that agreed with her and cast the spells to lower the wards. She vanished the now useless bath in the tub before exiting the lab, bumping into Draco.

"Watch where you're going, Electra!" He spat.

Narcissa smiled, happy to see that the spells worked properly. As far as everyone knew, she was Electra Malfoy, daughter of Lucius and the deceased Narcissa Malfoy, who so tragically died giving birth to her son, Draco.

"Apologies, little brother. You should go bathe, I just finished one and it was rather satisfying." Electra replied with a smug expression.

I'm coming for you, Harry Potter.

A/N: I lied, kinda. Small note. If you have questions, feel free to ask. If enough people ask, I'll incorporate it into the story. Otherwise, I'll just reply directly via AN. Obviously, I'm won't answer completely if it'll spoil the story. Thanks, everyone! -NeoR EDIT: tweaked the word 'compliment' to 'complement' as necessary. Side note: Anyone else ever find it odd that Narcissa isn't named after a star, while Andromeda, Sirius, Regulus, Orion, Cygnus, and even Scorpius (though he's Draco's brat) were? Plus, they all typically have dark hair while she's this blondie? I always thought she would be revealed as a half-sister to Andromeda and Bellatrix, not really a Black. Sounds like a good idea for a FanFic, though. Maybe one already exists?