The Taste Of Your Magic Chapter 4, a harry potter fanfic

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Bellatrix and Narcissa appeared with a blue flash less than a foot above her bed, sending them bouncing on the comfortable mattress and waking the younger sister up to a world of tangled confusion. Her face, so beautifully matching her sister's, contorted in alarm as her long silver-blonde tresses whipped about her in jerky motions, like falling stars against the perfect black background of Bellatrix's hair.

"What- where- Bella?" The confusion rang out in her voice loud and clear, reminding her older sister that she was just past grown. At a mere twenty one years old, Narcissa was in many ways still very young. Every so often, like right now, it showed. Bellatrix comforted her sister with soothing touches whilst wandlessly casting mild calming and cheering charms.

"Shhh, its ok Cissy. We're at my safe house, we couldn't be more secure. There is a very special person I want you to meet. I think you'll find his company very pleasurable."

They rose from the bed together and Bellatrix watched her little sister subtly test the wards and protections while taking in her new surroundings. Her eyes widened at the number and power of the wards, making Bellatrix smile.

"Yes, I'm rather paranoid, I think. First now Cissy, I've taken several steps while you slept I should tell you about."

Narcissa listened quietly as Bellatrix outlined the measures she had taken, sending out Dobby, informing the Ministry and taking out the bounty on her husband's head. She nodded but didn't have anything to add on the topic; she knew just as well as Bellatrix how difficult, how unlikely it would be to find them.

Bellatrix then left her sister to explore while she went to wake up her beloved. He was sleeping soundly exactly where she had left him, light adorable snores keeping her from waking him for several moments. Eventually though she snapped out of it and brushed her hand over his forehead, bringing him out of his slumber.

"Harry, my love, there is someone here I want you to meet. She is my sister, Narcissa. We can call her Cissy. I love her very much and want you to cheer her up and make her feel good like you make me feel good, because a bad man has made her sad. Do you think you could do this for me?"

His wide green eyes shone with intelligence as he nodded, the last of his sleep leaving him. If Bella wanted him to make this Cissy feel better, he'd do it. Plus he was kinda hungry anyway. "Ok Bella, I'll make her feel good. Where is she? That way?"

Bellatrix startled a little then smiled down at him and pulled him up for a hug. "Yes, my clever boy. This way my love, here I'll carry you."

Even with all its expansions their safe house wasn't that large so it took no time at all to find Narcissa observing the enchanted wall. She turned to face Bellatrix before gawking at the child in her arms.

"Bella? Who is this?"

"Cissy, meet my darling beloved, Harry Potter. Harry, love, meet my sister Narcissa. I don't think she'll mind if you call her Cissy, too." He smiled happily at her at gave a little wave.

"Hi, Cissy! Bella wants me to make you feel good!"

The shock of it all had poor Narcissa falling over, and only Bellatrix's quick summoning charm brought a lounge behind her in time to catch her. She ended up sitting down with a silent exhalation of surprise, before she quickly came to herself and replied with years of tutoring and training.

"Hello, Harry. I'm Narcissa though you may call me Cissy, like my sister, Bella. How are you today?"

He smiled up at her as Bella set him down before her. He liked her! She looked just like his Bella, same elegantly pretty face and form, but with silvery blonde hair, and maybe a little younger. Bella was so nice and Cissy was her sister, and Bella said she was nice so in his young mind the universe had just doubled in good people, himself of course not counting as he wasn't old enough to be a real people just yet.

"I's good! Little bit hungry tho, Bella says I's meant to drink you- I mean feed from you?" He looked up at Bella a little uncertainly, unsure of wether he had said it right or not. Words were hard! And he'd never fed from anyone but Bella. Was this really ok? He wasn't sure he wanted to drink from someone not Bella, but Bella said so, asked him too, even... So it must be ok.

Bellatrix stayed kneeling behind Harry with a bemused smile. He was so eloquent, up until he wasn't. And then it was just even more adorable. Then again, the clever boy wasn't even three years old yet. Sometimes he made it easy to forget, the clever little boy.

"Yes, love. It's ok to drink from Cissy whenever she says so, ok? Just us two though, not anyone else. It's our little secret, right?"

He nodded complete agreement. "Right. Ok."

He padded forward on his little legs and clambered and climbed up the lounge to sit beside a very confused Narcissa. She looked at the little boy as though Harry might suddenly turn into a vampire and drain her blood, with all this talk of 'drinking' and 'feeding', what else was she to think? Had Bella been turned or enslaved? What was going on?

"Cissy doesn't understand yet, my love. She doesn't know how to feed you just yet so I'll explain it first, ok?" He nodded once more, sitting perfectly on the lounge beside a now very nervous Narcissa.

"Don't worry so much Cissy! He's no vampire. I'll tell you later about how I found him, but all you need to know right now is that he can somehow tap into your core and make your magic flow. He drinks it right in with your breast-milk, and somehow cultivates your core at the same time so it doesn't exhaust itself and leave him hungry. He drinks so much! See this?"

Bellatrix waved her left hand and conjured an intricately carved silver staff. Narcissa nearly gaped at such a display; precious metals were notoriously hard to conjure with any skill, and to do it without a wand was beyond what she thought possible of normal witches and wizards. Bellatrix continued once she was sure she had her sister's complete attention, vanishing the staff having made her point.

"My beloved Harry has been feeding from me ever since I found him, and each time it increases my power. He truly is the most precious boy in the world. He doesn't drain your magic, he grows it like a garden so he can eat, or drink I suppose, more and more each time. It is as if he digs the well of your magic deeper with each sip so he can access more each subsequent time, but it leaves it deeper, leaves more for you to use as well. I can't explain it better than that. Just trust me on this, Cissy. It's like nothing you've ever felt before and completely and utterly good. My little Harry is so very clever and good to me, and I love him for it."

Harry lapped up her praise and happiness, not understanding the full meaning of what she had said but knowing the familiar croon of his Bella's lavished praise. He swallowed. Never before had he waited so long before drinking! He glanced between the two sisters' chests but stayed quiet.

Bellatrix caught his gaze and smiled, such a good boy to wait so patiently! "Don't worry, my love. Cissy will feed you soon, and then I'll feed you as well. Won't that be fun? Four in one go!"

Harry giggled happily a moment later when he caught what she was counting, while Narcissa almost blanched. Breast feed the boy? He could talk! She hadn't let the wet-nurse breast feed Draco since he turned six months old...

Thinking of Draco brought moisture to her eyes and she tried desperately not to cry.

Harry realised she was sad and looked up to his Bella, who gestured for him to start feeding and making her feel good. The gesture also magically parted her sister's robes and undergarments so Harry had clear access to her chest.

His small weight clambering expertlyinto her lap brought Narcissa's attention back to the present where Harry was facing her with solemn green eyes. She almost flinched and covered herself, but it seemed pointless.

"I'm sorry you're sad. Bella wants me to make you feel better. Can I make you feel good now?"

She looked once more into her older sister's eyes, and seeing the encouragement there, looked back into his wide eyes and whispered a quiet "Yes please."

Harry nodded and put his little hands against her smooth, pale chest. Her breasts were a little smaller than Bella's, but he'd change that soon enough. He slowly lowered his head and leaned forward to wrap his little lips around her nipple, he called up that hungry, warm feeling, and began to suck.

Narcissa, still so nervous and upset, gasped as her magic rose up like never before to swirl through her. Warmth and light and power flowed from her chest though her whole body and out through her breast, only to flow again with each suckled movement against her nipple. It felt incredible, the glorious golden heat flooding her entire being only to swirl and flow out in great waves that moved out and yet were not missed, as they were only replaced instantly by the next swelling wave just as wonderful, just as beautifully powerful.

Power grew slowly but surely within her even as it left in ever increasing quantities. She gave, yet it was returned, renewed before it was even given and with interest. Slowly the amazing sensation seemed to draw to a close, but far too soon. She wasn't finished yet! It couldn't stop now! But the magic slowed to almost a halt and the hot little mouth left her breast. She could nearly cry from how great the pleasure was, and how wrong it felt that it end like that.

But then his mouth pressed against her other breast, and the flow resumed exactly where it left off. Her hands were now in his dark hair, stroking idly as she cooed encouragement and sweet nothings to this wonderful being. Finally, eventually, the process seemed to come to a finish. She felt very different this time when the flow began to slow down, somehow at peace and completely satisfied rather than bizarrely anxious and unfulfilled.

Harry left her breast with one last suckled kiss before pulling back slowly and smiling up at her. Before she knew it she was smiling back, hands still stroking his hair back and eyes glowing with pleasure.

Bella, having watched the process for he first time from the outside, caught herself feeling oddly jealous and envious. It truly was a beautiful, wonderful thing. She watched them smile at each other and casually fixed her sister's dress and robes with a wave before sitting next to them.

"Now, my love. My turn."

Harry smiled even wider and crawled over to her lap, more comfortable with her and knowing exactly what to do. He settled into position with ease and magic'd her dress open so he could begin already.

Bellatrix smiled at his display of willed accidental magic, before gasping and moaning as he began to drink from her. Oh it felt better every time.

She stroked his hair much as her sister had and completely forget that they weren't alone for the entire length of her love's meal, whispering of love and blood and magic.

Narcissa looked on with interested and calculating eyes.

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Harry drank from Bellatrix for a noticeably longer time than from Narcissa. Eventually though he was over-full and suddenly sleepy, so he was tucked into bed with kisses and pats and lulled more completely to sleep with a soft, wordless lullaby. Narcissa watched the whole time with wide eyes.

Bellatrix gestured for her sister to follow, so they left the bedroom to let him sleep and made their way into the library. Each conjured a comfortable chair, one with and one without a wand, and sat facing each other. They were silent for a time, before the younger sister broke the silence first.

"So tell me, Bella. How did you of all people come to have Harry Potter?"

Bellatrix lost her smile at the memory, and nearly growled out loud.

"I followed some less than subtle tracks from Godric's Hollow, and came to be in the middle of some muggle town. After a bit of scrying and exploring, I discovered incredibly powerful Blood Wards protecting a muggle home. After a while I was able to win past the wards with an unbreakable vow not to harm Harry until at least dawn."

She held up a hand as her little sister visibly struggled not to explode at this news.

"I know. I explored and found that the couple had a child, an ugly fat thing, and were spoiling it. While my precious Harry was left on filthy cloth in a fucking cupboard!"

Her nails bit into the conjured couch, ripping into the fabric as her knuckles whitened.

"They had left him in there for days, Cissy. I picked him up, cleaned him and fed him. That's when I discovered his power. Incredible, is it not? Like nothing else. I modified the muggles' memories and places some delayed compulsion curses for revenge, after a little Blood Magic ensured Harry would not be missed. They are probably abusing their own bloated spawn thinking him to be Harry right now. It was a rather neat little piece of magic, you would have liked it. Very clever, very subtle. It even ties in with the wards. Harry will not be missed for a decade, at the very least. And it would be a simple matter to undo and redo as needed."

Narcissa, no neophyte to the dark arts and blood magic in particular, immediately understood exactly what her sister had done. It was clever indeed; inspired, even. The ritual was an old cross between a blood adoption and a failed attempt at immortality. It was too complicated to perform herself, but she made a point to know at least the basics of every type of ritual that might have a use, or be used against her. She had not known her eldest sister capable of it, but apparently Bellatrix had improved. As usual.

Which was to be expected, and neither here nor there.

"So you just waltzed in and took The-Boy-Who-Lived right out from under Dumbledore's nose, leaving him utterly clueless, and locked yourself away from the world? Why? Why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell me? In your absence our world fell apart, even your husband is now locked away, even Lucius-"

Narcissa's voice choked off as her throat swelled with emotion. Draco, her precious Draco, was gone. He was stolen away by the man she had hoped to one day grow to love, the man she had hoped would one day grow to love her. Her dream, her only consolation and hope left after her arranged marriage, lay shattered. Worse still, her son would be raised to loathe her, to hate her with such passion as to murder her and revel in it. There was no escaping it, some things were simply known, felt to be true.

Lucius would turn their son into a blade without a handle, letting him stab her heart only to be left, not able to serve another purpose. She held no comforting hope, she was too intelligent to cling to the impossible. Draco was lost to her. Tears welled as despair grew inside her.

Then suddenly warmth bloomed in her chest and the chilled thoughts grew faint. Narcissa's eyes snapped open in time to recognise her older sister had placed a charm on her. She knew intellectually that this was an intrusion, that it was a betrayal and insult, but the artificial calm and pleasant feeling forced her to accept it without taking offence.

"Cissy..." Bellatrix replaced her wand, drawn from long habit instead of need for the basic charm, and enveloped her blonde sister in a desperate embrace. No tears or sobs escaped, held back temporarily as they were with magic, but the raw emotion poured out regardless.

Bellatrix felt strangely guilty; it was her words that convinced her young, impressionable sister to testify against her husband. Truthfully though, she thought that it was almost better this way. Either Lucius would have bribed and bullied, subtly of course, his way out of a conviction and been free to influence her sister and the boy anyway, or he would have been in Azkaban as a living anchor to the past while every day her son grew older to remind her more and more of his father. She had never liked the twisted, pampered prat anyway. He was not worthy of Narcissa.

Part of her felt bad for her sister, with a smaller part feeling bad for her nephew, but she was a Black and knew opportunity when she saw it. With Lucius and his goons as escaped Death Eaters, the Ministry would be on guard, alert, anxious, and all the more easily swayed to drastic measures that could so easily be influenced. With Draco gone there would be nothing distracting Narcissa from their future, a future more prosperous without a Malfoy heir to divide the wealth.

She had it planned out. As the last Potter, Harry would inherit quite a tidy sum of wealth, old artifacts and tomes, land, and political power aided by his triumph over the Dark Lord and status as The-Boy-Who-Lived. As the wife of Rodolphus Lestrange, she herself had access to even greater wealth and hoarded objects, if less political power. Narcissa now had sole control of the Malfoy Vaults, and even though the manor had been sacked it was no small thing. With Draco gone there would be nothing preventing her sister from naming her precious Harry heir. Their consolidated wealth, property and political sway, combined with their natural cunning, would make them the most powerful force in Magical Britain.

And that was even before considering the Black holdings. With Andromeda and countless relatives officially disowned, Regulus dead, and Sirius in Azkaban, the two of them could access a significant number of the Black Vaults. Who knows, dear Sirius might even be persuaded to pass on the title of Lord Black. If not, a quick peek at his will might reveal an individual more amendable to their kind suggestions. And Azkaban was such a deadly place, who knew how long he'd last. Accidents happened every day, too.

All in all, her only regrets in the matter were that her sister would suffer and that she hadn't had the foresight to sneakily do away with the Malfoy males. But there was time and chances for that to happen yet, and it would not help her sister to dwell on such things too obviously.

So Bellatrix spent the night consoling, comforting, and guiding her little sister through this latest tragedy, reapplying charms when needed or asked for, removing them when she wanted to cry again, and then later lovingly whispering plans for a glorious future while they both cuddled and stroked a sleeping Harry.

Eventually there was nothing left, no more tears to cry or feeling to let loose. For hours Bellatrix had watched her sister feel a piece of her heart tear apart. Then she spent the rest of the night helping her start putting it back together again.

It was a slow process, and would take a long time to complete, but it was a start.

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