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Author's note:I know I know. I keep forgetting to enter the bar in. I'm sorry.

"You've been pronounced dead." Draco exclaimed. Walburga chuckled.

"A wrongful claim. I shall sue for the grief its caused. " She replied. The older woman was growing on Sirius. She had a way of making him feel… Wanted.

She had made him take the North wing. The biggest and most luxurious part of the house. Afetr that, she showed him the personal vault. This vault was triple the size of Gringotts, which held about 50,000,000 galleons. She told him that this vault contained a little over 300,000,000 galleons, plus some ancient coins worth about 2,000,000 galleons each. Sirius was now one of the wealthiest wizards.

"No other family?" Draco asked. Walburga's face went dark.

"Oh. Just a few. Dorea Potter, my aunt, and her granddaughter, Arabella." She said with much disgust. His Aunt's daughter. "They'll be here soon." Sirius turned to Draco.

"Potter… She makes Voldemort look sane." Draco sneered. Walburga eyed the blonde. She could sense that he liked the girl, though he masked it. As he should, she thought.

"Did they ever find her mother?" She asked. Sirius' head jerked up. Did no one know?

"No. Poor child. To be raised in that Potter hell hole. Dorea should have given me the girl." Walburga held her head high. A knock sounded , and then a oomph. They had come from the closet.

"Walburga." An elderly voice called. His grandmother cringed. Sirius and Draco stood and helped her up.

"She'll ask for money." Walburga insisted. Sirius grinned, and looked to Draco. The Potter's weren't poor.

"Aunt Dorea. Welcome. Is this the young Arabella?" Walburga oozed venom. In the two years they hadn't seen Arabella, she had grown. She was as tall as Sirius, thin, with long black hair, and green eyes. She wore a yellow sun dress, accenting her hair. The 19 year old looked overly mature. Sirius saw only a younger Petunia, before Dursley, what his parents murderer saw.

"Arabella dear. Have Wezal get your bags." Dorea said to the young woman. She disappeared back through the closet. "Walburga, Arabella is staying here for a while. I'm sure you can manage her." Walburga nodded triumphantly, and winked at Sirius. Draco was still watching the closet.

"I'm Sirius, Sirius Black, owner of Black Manor. " Sirius stepped forward. Dorea looked up to him.

"So you are." She muttered. He stared down at the mother of the man that ruined his life. He leaned forward.

"Petunia says hi." He whispered. The older woman flinched. She looked to Walburga, who was a few paces behind, already heading towards the drawing room.

"So you know?" Dorea asked.

"I've known since I was 11." Sirius replied. He had watched his cousin for 5 years. 5 years the girl's life tormented him. Potter had killed his parents so Petunia could raise magic, since she gave Arabella away. "Your son, no, your monster, killed my parents so Petunia could try to get Arabella back."

"That squib couldn't raise a Pureblood!" Dorea had gotten loud. Walburga turned back. "You forget, boy! I'm a Black too! I will not let you talk to me so!" Her wand was already out. Suddenly she was on the floor.

"I will take Arabella in. I will protect her. But don't you EVER raise your wand at my grandson!" Walburga howled. Dorea slowly got back to her feet, her eyes fixed on Sirius.

"So be it. I'm leaving, anyways. Arabella will be back shortly." And she apparated. Walburga grabbed her chest.

"The potion, Sirius." Sirius ran down the steps. She had showed him how to brew a potion, and he had no clue what it was. He just knew it'd help her. And so he grabbed it, and brought it to her.

Slowly she drank it. And nothing happened. Then her skin brightened, and flakes of skin peeled away. She looked to be about 20 now. Both Sirius and Draco gasped.

"Immortalis." She smiled, her teeth perfect. She twirled around, her bosom now filling the dress, her hips widened. Her hair had turned black. She looked perfect. Draco could only stare, and Sirius? Sirius looked at the vial.

"So now what?" He demanded. Now he had a grandmother that would live forever. A woman that was so beautiful that surely even a wife would be jealous.

"Now, I live my life, with you. And with Draco. And with Arabella." Walburga smiled. This was her plan as soon as Sirius had let her out. Her own mother had used the same potion.

"And my inheritance?" He asked. Was he being robbed?

"All yours. I have no need for money." She reminded him. She again twirled, a dramatic effect. Arabella stepped back in.

"Where did Walburga go?" She asked, confused. Sirius' transformed grandmother held out her hand.

"Welcome back, Arabella." Walburga purred. "You like the new look?"

"I… Um…" Arabella blushed. Sirius looked at the insolent Potter girl.

"Well. I assume my grandmother will have a room in her wing for you." Sirius stalked off to his room. He threw himself on the bed, looking at the ceiling. What was originally a blessing was becoming a disaster. His grandmother turned herself into a young woman. His best friend was infatuated with both his grandmother, and his cousin. He felt alone. His mind raced. He needed something.

"Ranulf. Get me Petunia Dursley." He told his personal house elf. The elf nodded and disappeared. He knew what he needed, what he wanted. This is the last time, he promised himself. It couldn't be made public he was shagging his aunt. He made sure his door was locked and undressed, laying in the bed naked. The sheets were silk, and everything felt right. And then Petunia appeared. He could feel himself harden under the covers, even if she was dressed in an old woman's night gown.

"Sirius?" She asked. She didn't have to wait for an invitation. She just knew, and so she slid off her dress and climbed into bed.

When he awoke, he could see the magic working under her skin. He cursed himself, because he knew what it was. He had impregnated his aunt. He threw back the covers, exposing her supple body to the slightly cold air. He couldn't help but be aroused again. It was as if she had a hold over him. Was it her own magic? He didn't care, all he knew was he needed his release. He climbed back into the bed.

"I'm sure Sirius is fine, Arabella. He's sleeping. I'm sure of it." Walburga cooed to the younger woman. Draco had gone off to gather some things from Malfoy Manor and left the two women alone. Walburga collected a vial from the bookshelf, and poured some for Arabella. "This will calm you."

"What is it?" Arabella asked. Walburga smiled wider.

"Just some Calming Draught." Walburga urged her to drink it. And so Arabella did. The young woman's eyes became clouded. What had Walburga done? She guided the young woman to her room. Walburga would finally get to be free of the restraints of magic, and what's right. She undressed the girl, and soon found her to be a virgin. It made Walburga happier. This would be her first female conquest.

Arabella woke several hours later, her head aching, and nude. Her thighs were wet, but she could tell it was her own mess. When did she black out? She couldn't remember. She was sure she just blacked out and had fun by herself. She slowly got up, and she could feel herself drip. She bent to pick her panties up. Why was one of Walburga's bracelets on the table? She shrugged it off and put it on her wrist. It must be a gift, she thought.

Once dressed, she left the room. She found Walburga in the drawing room, absentmindedly reading. Why did the woman look so happy?

"I found your gift." Arabella startled her. Walburga looked confused, until Arabella held her hand up. Her face reddened. How could she had been so careless? Surely Arabella would figure it out..

"Yes, a gift. For future happiness." Walburga agreed. She wasn't done with the girl yet.