Chapter 7
The Daughter of Black
Arcturus sat at his ancient, ornate desk, illuminated by the soft light of a hovering lumos charm. He took out a sheet of parchment and his best quill, dipping it in deep black ink before starting to write.
"My Dear Narcissa,
I was both surprised and relieved to receive your letter today. It appears that the winds of change are blowing fiercely across our landscape, prompting even the proudest trees to reconsider their stance. I commend your decision; it is a difficult one to make but likely for the best.
You have my full support in nullifying your marriage with Lucius, based on the clause in your contract. I agree that we should take immediate action for the welfare of our family, and for Draco's future.
You are most welcome to come to Grimmauld Place to discuss this further. Please feel at liberty to come whenever you find the time convenient. I will inform Kreacher to be prepared to bring you here on your call. We have many matters to discuss, most of which would be best handled face-to-face.
Expecting your timely response, and looking forward to uniting our family in these turbulent times.
Best regards,
Arcturus Black, Lord of the House of Black"
Sealing the letter with a touch of magic and the Black family crest, Arcturus handed it to Kreacher. "Make sure this reaches Narcissa posthaste. Use every precaution to ensure it doesn't get intercepted."
Kreacher nodded, bowing deeply. "Yes, My Lord. Kreacher will be swift and careful."
With a pop, Kreacher disappeared, leaving Arcturus to his thoughts. He looked out of his study window, the darkness outside seemingly pressing in on the house. He couldn't help but feel that the meeting with Narcissa would be a tipping point, a moment that would significantly influence the path of the Black family, as well as the broader war that loomed on the horizon.
Turning his gaze back to the room, he caught sight of the family portraits hanging along the walls. Ancestors, long gone, watched with solemn eyes, as if urging him to hold fast, to mend the cracks in the family edifice. And in that moment, Lord Arcturus Black made a silent vow to do just that.
The morning sun barely started illuminating the intricate patterns on the drawing room's walls when the family gathered for breakfast. Arcturus sat at the head of the table, sipping his tea with an unreadable expression, while Cassiopeia and Sirius engaged in a light discussion about recent Ministry politics. Harry sat beside Sirius, a small plate of pancakes in front of him, but he was more interested in the moving pictures in the Daily Prophet that Sirius was reading.
Suddenly, Kreacher popped into existence beside Arcturus, interrupting the peaceful morning scene. "My Lord, Mistress Narcissa, and young Master Draco are here."
Arcturus put his tea down. "Well, it appears we have guests. Please bring them in, Kreacher."
With another pop, Kreacher disappeared, only to return moments later with Narcissa and a young blond boy—Draco—standing hesitantly at the doorway. Narcissa was a vision of grace, but her eyes held the unmistakable signs of worry and sleepless nights.
Arcturus rose from his seat. "Narcissa, Draco, welcome to Grimmauld Place."
Narcissa took a deep breath before stepping in. "Thank you, Lord Black. It is a relief to be here."
Cassiopeia rose and walked over to her niece, hugging her gently. "It's been far too long, Narcissa."
"It has, Aunt Cassiopeia," Narcissa replied, her eyes watering just a bit.
Sirius, setting aside his paper, looked at Draco. "Hey there, little man. I'm your cousin Sirius."
Draco gave a shy nod. "Hello, sir."
Finally, Narcissa's eyes met Harry's. The boy looked at her with his striking green eyes, full of innocent curiosity. Narcissa felt a sudden, maternal pull—something that she hadn't felt since Draco was a baby.
"And you must be Harry," she said softly.
Harry nodded and then did something that surprised everyone. He got up from his chair and walked over to Narcissa, hugging her legs tightly. It was as if something in him recognized a maternal figure he had never had. Narcissa, stunned for a moment, leaned down to hug him back.
"I think he's taken to you instantly," Cassiopeia observed, a rare smile forming on her face.
Arcturus returned to his seat. "Let's all sit down. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and we have a long day ahead of us. Many things to discuss."
As they all settled around the table, Narcissa next to Harry, and Draco beside his mother, it was evident that the family dynamics were shifting, pulling together strings that had been frayed but were never truly broken.
After a hearty breakfast and a preliminary discussion about the events that led Narcissa to Grimmauld Place, Arcturus felt it was time to send the youngsters off.
Arcturus looked at the two young boys, one raven-haired with piercing green eyes and the other with sleek blond hair and a poised demeanor despite his young age. "Harry, Draco," he started in a gentle tone that was rarely used, "why don't you both head to the kids' room? You can get to know each other better while we adults talk."
Harry looked up, nodding. "Okay, Great Grandpa."
Draco seemed to hesitate for a moment, looking to his mother for reassurance. Narcissa nodded, gently pushing him forward. "Go on, Draco. It'll be good for you to have a friend your age."
Draco nodded, and together, the two boys made their way to the children's playroom, leaving the adults to their discussions.
Once the dinner hall door closed behind them, Draco looked at Harry. "So you're my cousin?"
Harry nodded, "Yes, and you're mine."
Inside the playroom, Harry and Draco have a vast collection of old toys, many of which had belonged to Sirius and even generations before him. Draco, meanwhile, was studying a beautifully crafted wooden model of a Quidditch pitch.
Once inside the room, Draco's eyes widened. "Wow, look at all these toys! Do you play with them, Harry?"
"Have you ever played Quidditch?" Draco asked.
Harry shook his head. "Yes, I usually play with toys. Also, I don't think so. I've never even ridden a broom, Though Sirius promised me he would take me to a match, Maybe I will ask him to take you with us too —" He stopped, biting his lip.
Draco looked over, he was happy with Harry's words. "My father promised to get me my broomstick soon. Maybe we can fly together sometime."
Harry smiled, the prospect of flying sounding incredibly enticing. "I'd like that."
Draco's eyes landed on a shelf full of board games. "How about we play a game? Do you know how to play Wizard's Chess?"
Harry shook his head again, looking a bit embarrassed. "Yes, I play with my Grandpa, though I am not good at it."
Draco's lips quirked up in a small smile. "I can teach you. It's not that hard."
Draco, lit up as he picked up a wooden toy dragon from a shelf. "Hey, look at this!"
Harry laughed as Draco animated the dragon with a little wandless magic, a rare talent in children their age. The toy dragon flapped its wings and soared around the room before landing back in Draco's hands.
"You're really good at magic," Harry said, genuinely impressed.
"You're not too bad yourself," replied Draco, recalling Harry's accidental magic stories from breakfast. "Hey, do you want to be friends? Proper friends?"
Harry's eyes lit up. "I'd like that, yeah!"
Both boys shook hands, and a current of magical energy seemed to pass through them—as if the house itself was acknowledging the formation of a new bond, strong enough to withstand the pressures of the world outside.
Just then, Kreacher popped in, carrying a small tray of wizarding sweets. "Young Masters, Kreacher has brought you some treats."
Both boys grinned at each other and rushed over to the elf, thanking him as they each took a handful of sweets.
As they munched on their treats, Harry felt a sense of contentment wash over him. For the first time in his life, he had a real friend, and he couldn't help but feel optimistic about the future.
Arcturus, Cassiopeia, Sirius, and Narcissa all settled into the plush armchairs in the Lord's room, a sanctuary within Grimmauld Place. The room was filled with the aged scent of old parchment and enchanted wood, an atmosphere of authority and decision-making.
"I must apologize for the sudden intrusion, Lord Black, Lady Cassiopeia," Narcissa began, her eyes tinged with a mixture of resolve and vulnerability. "Lucius is away with Crabbe Sr. and Goyle Sr.— both Death Eaters. Dobby will alert us if he returns."
"Call me Grandfather as you always do and You're always welcome here, Narcissa. But your safety and Draco's are paramount. You did well to come, but isn't Dobby Lucius bound house elf?" Arcturus spoke with the weight of a patriarch, his eyes meeting Narcissa's.
"No, Grandfather. Dobby has been given to me by Lucius, He serves me." Narcissa replied.
"Now, let's get to the details. I assume Lucius will contest this separation and could claim Draco's inheritance from the Malfoy side," Cassiopeia's words cut through the air, ever the strategist.
Narcissa shook her head, a small smile forming on her lips. "I doubt that would happen. Abraxas, Lucius's father, named Draco as the family heir even before Lucius. Moreover, Lucius has been... incapable of fulfilling his duties as a husband, especially after many years of torture under the Dark Lord."
"Ah, his impotence will be a poetic end to his lineage of mistakes," Arcturus said, an edge of triumph in his voice.
"Moreover," Narcissa continued, "our marriage contract had a specific clause that we must have two children within seven years of marriage. We're in our eighth year, and there is no second child. By the laws of magical Britain, and by the contract, I am free to annul the marriage."
Cassiopeia grinned devilishly, "Lucius Malfoy, trapped by his own contract. How deliciously ironic."
"Then it's settled. You'll stay here with Draco, and we'll consult the goblins to annul your marriage and secure Draco's inheritance," declared Arcturus.
"Consider the wards of this house your protection, Narcissa," added Cassiopeia, her voice resolute. "Lucius would be a fool to attempt anything against you here."
Narcissa looked at each of them in turn, her eyes filling with gratitude. "Thank you, all of you."
"As for Draco, he's already made a friend in Harry. A union between the Blacks and the Malfoys would not only be a political advantage but a heartfelt one," Sirius said, bringing the conversation full circle.
"In these times, alliances are important. But let's not forget, alliances born from genuine bonds are stronger than any magic, and I am going to the Lord's chamber, I will write the letter to annul your marriage. " Arcturus concluded, every word imbued with the authority he had carried for decades.
"Indeed," echoed Cassiopeia, "for the strength of the family lies within its bonds, not its vaults or its titles."
Arcturus unfurled a scroll of parchment on his antique wooden desk. His quill, feathered with a phoenix plume, floated beside him, charmed to transcribe his words. He cleared his throat and began to dictate.
To the Esteemed Head of Magical Unions,
Ministry of Magic,
I, Lord Arcturus Orion Black III, Patriarch of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, do hereby formally request the annulment of the marriage between Narcissa Malfoy nee Black and Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. This request is submitted in accordance with magical law and the specific clauses within their binding contract.
Clause 1: A requirement that both parties produce two heirs within seven years of their union. Narcissa Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy are currently in the eighth year of their marriage and have not fulfilled this requirement, thereby violating the contract.
Clause 2: Any spouse, in this case, Lucius Malfoy, serving any dark forces, is grounds for immediate annulment. It has come to our attention that Lucius Malfoy is in fact, an active Death Eater, thereby violating this non-negotiable clause of their marriage contract.
In accordance with these aforementioned clauses, and their undeniable violations, I invoke the right to annul this marriage immediately. I expect a prompt acknowledgment of this request and subsequent initiation of procedures to fulfill the same.
Further note that Ms. Narcissa Malfoy nee Black is currently under the protection of the House of Black, sheltered within the ancestral home at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.
Your immediate attention to this matter is not only expected but required.
Sincerely,
Lord Arcturus Orion Black III
Patriarch of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black
With a flick of his wand, the scroll rolled itself up neatly and the House seal affixed itself onto the parchment, signifying the gravity and finality of the letter.
"Kreacher," Arcturus called, and the house-elf appeared with a soft pop. "Take this to the Head of Magical Unions, immediately. Make sure it reaches the intended recipient and no one else."
"Kreacher understands, Master," Kreacher nodded, taking the scroll and disappearing with another pop.
Arcturus looked up at Cassiopeia and Sirius who were both in the room. "That should set the legal wheels in motion. Once the annulment is finalized, we can focus on strengthening our family and preparing for the battles ahead."
Mathias Greengrass, the seasoned Head of Magical Unions at the Ministry of Magic, sat at his elaborately carved oak desk as he broke the seal of the scroll delivered by Kreacher. He read through the words, typed with the unmistakable authority of a patriarch from one of the oldest wizarding families.
"Very well, it appears the Malfoy-Black union is coming to an end," Mathias mumbled to himself, intrigued but not surprised.
He waved his wand, conjuring two identical pieces of parchment, a quill hovering beside him.
To Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy nee Black,
You are hereby summoned to appear before the Head of Magical Unions for the formal annulment of your marriage to Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. The annulment is requested by your family patriarch, Lord Arcturus Orion Black III, on the basis of two contract violations: failure to produce the required number of heirs and known association with dark forces.
Your attendance is mandated on the 21st day of this month, at 9 a.m., Ministry of Magic, Level Three, Office of Magical Unions.
To Mr. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy,
You are hereby summoned to appear before the Head of Magical Unions for the formal annulment of your marriage to Narcissa Malfoy nee Black. The annulment is requested by the patriarch of the House of Black, Lord Arcturus Orion Black III, on grounds of contract violations: failure to produce the requisite number of heirs and known association with dark forces.
Your attendance is mandated on the 21st day of this month, at 9 a.m., Ministry of Magic, Level Three, Office of Magical Unions.
Mathias tapped the parchments with his wand, imprinting the official seal of the Magical Unions office onto them.
With a flick of his wand, two owls appeared at the window, eagerly fluttering into the room. Mathias tied each summons to the legs of the respective owls, sending them off into the sky—one toward Grimmauld Place and the other to Malfoy Manor.
"As always, matters of the heart are but matters of law and ink to the Ministry," he sighed, looking at the empty space the owls had left behind.
Lucius Malfoy strolled into Gringotts with his characteristic swagger, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, both of whom tried—and failed—to emulate his effortless air of arrogance. The goblin guards barely gave them a second glance; after all, the Malfoys were frequent visitors and notorious for their wealth.
"I have a business to attend to. Wait here," Lucius dismissed Crabbe and Goyle, proceeding deeper into the bowels of the bank.
He approached the counter where his account manager, a goblin named Snaggrot, was waiting. "Good day, Snaggrot. I wish to access my wife's dowry vault."
Snaggrot's eyes narrowed, a subtle indication of unease. "I regret to inform you, Mr. Malfoy, that you no longer have access to that vault."
"What is the meaning of this? Explain yourself at once!" Lucius' voice was tinged with fury, eyes flashing dangerously.
Snaggrot seemed unfazed. "Lord Arcturus Black has filed for the annulment of your marriage to Narcissa Malfoy nee Black. Summons have been sent to both parties through the Head of Magical Unions. Until the matter is resolved, you are barred from accessing any funds from the dowry vault."
Lucius' face contorted with barely concealed rage. "This is preposterous! I demand immediate access!"
"That is not possible, Mr. Malfoy," Snaggrot retorted, showing no sign of fear. "Furthermore, we have received instructions to closely monitor all transactions and vault activities under the name of Lucius Malfoy until the matter is resolved."
Inwardly panicking, Lucius thought about his own vault, limited in access due to restrictions set by his late father, who had suspected his son's tendencies to serve darker powers. He tried to enter his vault and couldn't, he angrily yelled. "What? Even my own vault?"
"Yes," Snaggrot smirked, in a very un-goblin-like manner. "Abraxas Malfoy set those limits, and they still stand. You to date used your wife's vault and that stopped today."
Lucius clenched his fists, seething with anger. In one fell swoop, he found himself financially crippled. "You have not heard the last of this," he hissed, turning abruptly and stalking out of the bank.
Crabbe and Goyle followed him out, confused but sensing the storm clouds of anger rolling off their master. Little did they know that Lucius Malfoy was not just fuming over his lack of galleons but also the reality that his world was falling apart, one pillar at a time.
Lucius Malfoy apparated directly into Malfoy Manor, bypassing the front gates entirely. His rage was palpable, a boiling force field that seemed to push away the very air. The house elves scurried out of sight; even they knew better than to confront him in this state.
"Narcissa! Draco!" he roared, his voice echoing through the cavernous halls of the Manor. No answer came, only the empty reverberation of his own anger.
"Foolish woman! Where has she taken my son?" He went from room to room, his anger escalating as he found no trace of his wife or child. The bedrooms, the library, even the usually off-limits potion lab—every space was bereft of their presence.
With no other recourse, Lucius decided to take the matter up directly with the Head of Magical Unions. Apparating once more, this time to the Ministry of Magic, he stalked through the corridors, ignoring the nervous looks from witches and wizards who crossed his path.
At last, he reached the office of Mathias Greengrass, Head of Magical Unions. Without bothering to knock, he pushed the door open, his face a mask of disdain. "Where is my wife? I can't find her and my son at home, You have sent a summons to me, you would have sent her one too. So, I ask again, where is she?"
Mathias Greengrass looked up from his paperwork, visibly unimpressed. "Ah, Lucius Malfoy. I should have expected you. Your wife is currently under the protection of the House of Black. As for your son, he is also with her."
"House of Black?" Lucius sneered. "You can't possibly think they can keep me from my family."
"Given the current legal proceedings, I would advise against any actions that could be construed as kidnapping or unlawful entry, Mr. Malfoy," Greengrass responded coolly.
Igniting with fresh fury, Lucius disapparated, aiming to reach the threshold of Grimmauld Place. To his shock, he found himself repelled by an invisible barrier, strong and unyielding. He could not set one foot inside the boundary of the ancient home.
For a moment, he stood there on the cobblestone street, the reality of his situation sinking in. He was not just facing a minor hiccup, but a life-altering predicament. Not only had he lost his access to significant portions of his wealth, but his family had also slipped through his fingers, protected by ancient wards and magics he couldn't break.
With a snarl of defeat and frustration, Lucius Malfoy turned away, his figure receding into the distance, leaving behind a House—and a life—he could no longer claim as his own.
Minister Cornelius Fudge looked up from his cluttered desk, squinting through his monocle at Lucius Malfoy, who had stormed into his office without so much as a by-your-leave. The nerve of the man! Still, Lucius was an influential figure, and Fudge knew it would be unwise to turn him away.
"Lucius, you look... troubled," Fudge stammered, motioning to the chair opposite his desk. "Would you care to have a seat and explain what brings you here?"
"I demand an emergency Wizengamot session, Fudge. House Black has overstepped all boundaries of law and tradition. It's an outrage!" Lucius' voice was icy, his tone unyielding.
"Ah, yes, the matter of your wife and son. I've heard whispers. But Lucius, I must caution you. Challenging a house as ancient and powerful as the Blacks... It's a risky endeavor," Fudge said, shuffling his papers nervously.
"Risky or not, I insist. Send the summons immediately," Lucius demanded, slamming his palm onto Fudge's desk for emphasis.
Sighing, Fudge knew he had little choice. With a wave of his wand, he conjured a piece of parchment and a quill. The quill immediately began to write at his dictation:
Official Summons for an Emergency Wizengamot Session
To Lord Arcturus Black, Sirius Black, Lady Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, and Lady Cassiopeia Black,
You are hereby formally summoned to attend an emergency session of the Wizengamot, to be held in three days hence, at the usual chamber within the Ministry of Magic. The matter at hand is a formal complaint lodged by Lucius Malfoy of House Malfoy.
Attendance is mandatory. Failure to appear will result in severe penalties, including but not limited to fines, imprisonment, or both.
Sincerely,
Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic
With a flick of his wand, the summons folded itself into an envelope, sealed with the Ministry's official crest. Another flick, and it vanished, on its way to Grimmauld Place.
"Well, there you have it. You'll have your day in court, Lucius. But I warn you, tread carefully. The Blacks are not to be trifled with," Fudge said, removing his monocle to polish it with his handkerchief.
Lucius Malfoy sneered as he left the Minister's office. "The Blacks will soon learn they are not the only ones capable of drawing upon ancient power. This is far from over."
The Black family was in the middle of an otherwise calm morning, seated around the expansive dining table in Grimmauld Place. Narcissa, who had begun to adapt to her newfound sanctuary, was tending to Harry and Draco, who were engrossed in their breakfasts. The atmosphere was one of cautious optimism—until the Ministry owl arrived.
With a thunderous flap of its wings, the owl swooped down and dropped an envelope sealed with the Ministry's official crest in front of Arcturus. His eyes narrowed as he opened the letter and read its contents aloud to Sirius and Cassiopeia.
"A formal complaint from Lucius Malfoy? Summoned to an emergency Wizengamot session?" Arcturus' voice had a dangerous edge, a storm brewing behind the calm facade.
Sirius' eyes ignited with a furious fire. "That conniving snake! He dares to challenge our family in court?"
Cassiopeia slammed her palm on the table, causing the silverware to rattle. "The audacity! After all he's done, he has the gall to make a legal complaint against us?"
In the sudden upheaval, Harry and Draco looked up from their meals, their eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and fear. Seeing the children's faces, Narcissa stood up and beckoned them to come to her. She was teary-eyed but resolute.
"Lucius has always been a man of low character, but I never thought he would go this far," Narcissa murmured, pulling Harry and Draco close to her.
Arcturus stood up, his face set in stone. "Well, if it's a battle he wants, it's a battle he will get. We're the Blacks; we bow to no one. Prepare yourselves, we have a Wizengamot session to attend."
He looked at Narcissa, "As for you, dear niece, do not fret. We'll put this snake back in his hole."
Narcissa gave a thankful nod, gripping the children close to her as if drawing strength from their presence.
"Then let's prepare our case. Lucius Malfoy won't know what hit him," Sirius snarled, the fierce loyalty to his family flashing in his eyes.
Morning light streamed through the windows of Grimmauld Place, casting shadows that danced upon the walls. Today was not just another day—it was the day of the emergency Wizengamot session. Arcturus, Sirius, and Cassiopeia were in their respective rooms, donning their finest robes. The air was thick with a sense of urgency.
Narcissa, dressed in an elegant gown that seemed to shimmer with an inner light, approached Harry and Draco who were sitting on the sofa in the living room. They were dressed in their everyday clothes, a stark contrast to the formal attire of the adults.
Harry's eyes were moist, a fragile sheen of tears glistening in the morning light. "You're coming back, right?" His voice was barely above a whisper, the words choked with emotion.
Narcissa kneeled down in front of him, holding his small hands in her own. "Harry, my darling, I promise you, I will come back. Lord Black and I will take care of everything."
Arcturus walked into the room, his steps purposeful, his presence imposing. He looked at Harry, his eyes softening for a moment—a rare lapse in his otherwise stern demeanor. "Narcissa speaks the truth, young one. You have my word as Lord Black that she will return."
Draco, who had been silent, now tugged on his mother's robes. "Mother, be safe, and make that man go away."
Narcissa hugged both boys, kissing the top of their heads. "Be good, listen to Kreacher, and don't cause any trouble. I'll be back before you know it."
As she stood up, Arcturus took her arm, offering a supportive grip. Cassiopeia and Sirius entered the room, completing the formidable array of Blacks. They gave one final glance towards Harry and Draco before stepping into the Floo Network, vanishing in a whirl of green flames, leaving the children in the solemn stillness of the house.
Harry and Draco sat quietly for a moment, the weight of the day hanging heavily upon them. But there was a new resolve in Harry's eyes, mirrored by Draco's own determined gaze. They were both part of the Black family now, and that meant they stuck together—through thick and thin, through trials and tribulations.
The Blacks apparated just outside the Ministry of Magic, the gravity of their presence instantly turning heads. Arcturus, dressed in robes that looked as though they were woven from the night sky itself, led the way. Sirius and Cassiopeia followed, each exuding an aura of power and authority that sent ripples through the crowd. Narcissa, though more subdued, carried herself with the grace and dignity befitting her situation.
People parted to make way, and even the murmurings seemed to quiet as they walked by. Ministry workers, Wizengamot members, and even some reporters who were hanging around, looked uncomfortable under the Black family's intense gaze. They made their way to the office of Matthias Greengrass, the Head of Magical Unions.
Matthias was already at his desk, rifling through a stack of parchments, when the Blacks arrived. He stood immediately, his eyes widening for a moment before regaining his composure.
"Lord Black, it's an honor. And Lady Black, Master Sirius, Lady Narcissa," he greeted, managing to maintain his dignity despite the palpable air of authority that filled the room.
Arcturus took a seat without waiting to be invited, signaling for the others to do the same. "Let's not dilly-dally, Greengrass. I assume you've gone through the contracts?"
Matthias cleared his throat, "Yes, I have. It appears that the law is in your favor, particularly with the clauses in Lady Narcissa's marriage contract."
Narcissa leaned in, "What about Draco? I want to make sure he's taken care of."
Matthias smiled reassuringly. "Children usually have the right to choose whom they wish to stay with, Lady Narcissa. Unless you've committed a crime or are seeking a separation without just cause—which clearly isn't the case here—Draco should be able to stay with you."
Narcissa exhaled, the tension leaving her body for the first time in days. Cassiopeia offered her a subtle, supportive smile.
Arcturus leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "That's settled then. All we have to do is to endure the theatrics of the Wizengamot, and we can put this messy affair behind us."
Everyone nodded, their faces masks of determination and resolve. As the Blacks prepared to leave the office, Arcturus paused, turning back toward Matthias. "Greengrass, there's another matter I'd like to discuss with you—this time concerning your role as head of the Greengrass family, and not as Head of Magical Unions."
Matthias looked intrigued but also somewhat cautious. "I see, Lord Black. And this would also involve?"
Sirius stepped forward, his eyes meeting Matthias's. "It concerns the acting head of the Potter House—myself, in this case."
"Ah," Matthias nodded, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes. "Very well, I'll ensure that we set aside time to address this matter. Would you prefer a formal summons, or should we arrange this privately?"
Arcturus leaned on his cane, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "A private meeting should suffice, Greengrass. There's no need to involve additional parchment."
"Very well," Matthias said, "I'll contact House Black soon to make arrangements."
Arcturus gave a nod of approval, "Excellent, I look forward to resolving these matters."
As they left the office, Sirius turned to his grandfather. "What are you planning, Grandfather?"
Arcturus looked at Sirius with a twinkle in his eye, "Just ensuring the future, my boy, just ensuring the future."
With those cryptic words hanging in the air, the Blacks made their way toward the Wizengamot chambers, ready to face whatever political and legal storms awaited them.
The Blacks moved in an imposing procession, their robes perfectly tailored and each step deliberate. The power and authority of their lineage seemed to fill the air around them. People in the Ministry corridors seemed to instinctively make way, whether they consciously recognized the aura of the Black family or simply felt an undefined but overwhelming need to yield.
Upon reaching the Wizengamot chambers, Arcturus, Narcissa, and Cassiopeia took their respective seats in the Black family area, while Sirius moved to the seat designated for the acting head of the Potter family. Each sat with a stately posture that conveyed a deeply ingrained self-assurance.
Just as they settled, the doors to the chamber burst open to admit Lucius Malfoy. Minister Fudge scuttled in his wake, looking rather like a perturbed toad following a disdainful peacock. Lucius's eyes locked onto Narcissa, his snarl evident. But before he could put on a full display of his temper, his eyes met Arcturus's—a storm of fury that made him falter and look away.
The presiding witch, Amelia Bones, struck her gavel to bring the meeting to order. "This is an emergency session of the Wizengamot, called upon the request of Lucius Malfoy. Would the petitioner please state the purpose of this meeting?"
Lucius took a deep breath, glaring at the assembled family members of House Black as if drawing strength from his animosity. "I call this meeting to contest the audacity of House Black for tampering with the sanctity of my marriage and for making claims that could slander the honor of House Malfoy."
Amelia raised an eyebrow, unimpressed but neutral. "Audacity is not a crime, Mr. Malfoy. But since you've requested this meeting, let's hear your case. Proceed."
As Lucius began laying out his grievances, Sirius caught the eye of Cassiopeia and mouthed, "This is going to be good."
Arcturus merely sat, still as stone, awaiting the moment to unleash the legal and moral artillery he'd prepared for just such an occasion. He could almost pity Lucius Malfoy. Almost.
Before Lucius could delve into his diatribe, a commotion stirred at the entrance of the Wizengamot chamber. Kingsley Shacklebolt walked in with an air of urgency, his dreadlocks neatly tucked behind his head. He looked surprised, however, when he found Sirius already occupying the Potter family seat.
Dumbledore, seated as the Chief Warlock, sensed the disturbance. "Is something amiss, Kingsley?"
Kingsley hesitated, his eyes flicking to Sirius and then back to Dumbledore. "I was under the impression that I was to occupy the Potter seat, as per your guidance, Chief Warlock."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled less than usual as he glanced toward Sirius. "Would anyone care to explain why Mr. Shacklebolt finds himself displaced?"
Arcturus Black stood, and the room seemed to fall into a hush. The patriarch of the Black family looked directly at Dumbledore as he spoke. "Ah, Dumbledore. Last I checked, one's 'impressions' do not supersede the written and legal will of a family. Sirius here is the acting head of House Potter, as explicitly mentioned in James and Lily Potter's will. Your misguided attempt to place Kingsley in that seat is, let's say, irrelevant."
Murmurs filled the room. Dumbledore's eyes lost a bit of their sparkle.
Arcturus wasn't done. "Given your open disagreement and possible prejudice against House Black and House Potter, I move to temporarily replace you as Chief Warlock for the duration of this hearing."
Gasps filled the chamber. No one had openly challenged Dumbledore like this in years, if not decades.
Amelia Bones struck her gavel for order. "While unprecedented, the Wizengamot allows for the Chief Warlock to be replaced if there is a conflict of interest. All those in favor?"
Hands started to rise, slowly at first and then in a growing number. Dumbledore's eyes scanned the room, and for the first time in a long while, he looked discomposed.
"The motion passes," Amelia announced, casting a stern look at Dumbledore as he reluctantly vacated his seat.
As Dumbledore moved, Arcturus sat back down, giving Cassiopeia and Sirius a subtle nod. Amelia Bones cleared her throat, "Nominations for the temporary Chief Warlock, please."
A few names were thrown into the air, but one caught immediate attention. "I nominate Griselda Marchbanks," voiced Augusta Longbottom, an elder member of the Wizengamot and a well-respected witch.
"All in favor?" Amelia asked.
Hands shot up quickly, and Griselda Marchbanks, a venerable witch with decades of magical law under her belt, took her place at the podium. She glanced at Dumbledore, then at Arcturus, and finally at Lucius Malfoy, who looked like he'd swallowed a lemon whole.
"Now that order is restored," Griselda began, "let us address the emergency issue for which this meeting was called. Mr. Lucius Malfoy, you may present your case."
Lucius stood, attempting to muster all the dignity he could. "Honorable members of the Wizengamot, I call this meeting to present a grave injustice done against House Malfoy by House Black. My wife, Narcissa, has been illegally removed from our residence, along with our son, Draco."
Narcissa rolled her eyes so hard they might have fallen out. Arcturus stood up, cutting Lucius off. "Removed? My dear nephew, you make it sound as though we abducted her. She left of her own accord due to your failures as a husband and as a man of dignity. She has sought asylum under my roof, which I have graciously extended."
The room erupted into whispers. Lucius looked as though he were about to burst with anger. "I demand reparation and the immediate return of my wife and son!"
Before Narcissa could speak, Griselda intervened. "If I understand correctly, Narcissa came willingly, invoking clauses in her marriage contract that allow her to annul the union due to your, ahem, affiliations and... shortcomings. Is that correct, Lady Black?"
Narcissa nodded. "Indeed, Chief Warlock." Griselda then turned her gaze towards Lucius. "Then, Mr. Malfoy, it appears you have no legal basis for your demands. Anything else you wish to add before we adjourn?"
Lucius clenched his fists, looking like a man defeated. "This isn't over, Narcissa."
Narcissa smirked. "For you, Lucius, I'm afraid it is."
Griselda struck her gavel. "Meeting adjourned."
As members of the Wizengamot began to rise from their seats, Lucius Malfoy stood up, his face flushed with a combination of fury and desperation. "I demand to know the grounds on which this annulment is being filed!"
Griselda Marchbanks, ever the epitome of composure, struck her gavel. "Sit down, members. It seems we have one last point of contention."
All eyes turned to Arcturus Black. He rose from his seat, towering over the crowd not just in height but in sheer gravitas. "You 'demand' to know, you say? Very well. Let's play a game, shall we? It's called, 'Spot the Deal-breakers in the Malfoy-Black Marriage Contract.'"
The chamber filled with muffled laughter and whispers. Lucius looked as if he were on the verge of exploding.
Arcturus continued, "Ah, yes, Clause Number Seven: 'Should the husband pledge allegiance to any cause or individual that practices Dark Magic with the intent of causing harm or controlling others, the wife has grounds for annulment.' Now, who here thinks dear Lucius might have tripped over this particular hurdle? Show of hands?"
Several members of the Wizengamot actually raised their hands, much to Lucius's humiliation.
"And let's not forget the ever-classic Clause Number Fourteen: 'Should the husband and wife fail to produce at least two heirs within the first seven years of marriage, an annulment may be considered.' Now, Lucius, remind us all how long you've been married?"
Lucius ground his teeth. "Eight years."
Arcturus grinned, "Ah, yes. Eight years and only one child to speak of. Dear me, what could possibly be the reason?"
Narcissa, who had been silent up to this point, chimed in, "Indeed, what could be the reason? Your father, Abraxas, had the wisdom to see your limitations and name Draco heir before you. How does it feel, Lucius, to be outranked by your own son?"
Griselda struck her gavel one final time, cutting off any possibility of a retort from Lucius. "Given the clear violations of these clauses, I declare that Lady Narcissa Black is well within her rights to request this annulment. Unless anyone objects?"
The room was silent.
"Very well," said Griselda. Lucius, perhaps realizing he was cornered, mustered one last desperate claim. "I was under the Imperius Curse by the Dark Lord! This has been proven in court!"
Griselda Marchbanks, now looking rather irritated, raised her eyebrow. "That is quite a serious claim to bring up, especially at this point."
Arcturus Black rose from his seat, this time with a glint of finality in his eyes. "Ah, the good old Imperius defense. The last refuge of scoundrels and cowards. So tell me, Lucius, would you be willing to take Veritaserum, here and now, to confirm this?"
Lucius hesitated, "I have already been cleared by the court. I see no reason to undergo such an ordeal again."
"Oh, certainly, because the court is infallible and Dark magic never leaves residual effects or influences, does it?" Arcturus continued in a tone so laced with sarcasm that one could almost taste it. "How convenient that your Imperius Curse lifted just in time for you to claim your fortune but not in time to produce a second heir as per your marriage contract."
A collective gasp spread throughout the chamber. Arcturus seized the moment. "Or is it perhaps that you are incapable of fulfilling the contract for other reasons? Do enlighten us, Lucius. Are the rumors of your—shall we say—impotency, the result of prolonged exposure to the Dark Lord's tender mercies, true?"
The color drained from Lucius' face, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Finally, he managed to splutter, "This is outrageous!"
Griselda Marchbanks struck her gavel. "Unless Mr. Malfoy is willing to subject himself to Veritaserum or swear a magical oath confirming his claims, this line of defense is irrelevant. Lady Narcissa Black has every right to annul this marriage."
Lucius looked around, his eyes begging for support, but finding none. Not even from Cornelius Fudge, who was studiously avoiding his gaze. Only, Theodore Nott Senior stood up. "If I may, I'd like to see some evidence backing Lord Black's claims. Accusations are one thing; proofs are another."
Arcturus Black smiled. "Ah, yes, proof. Something that can be conveniently ignored by some, it seems." He cast a sidelong glance at Lucius. "But since you ask, let's start with the evidence. Mr. Malfoy refuses to take Veritaserum to clear his name of serving the Dark Lord, which is peculiar if he's innocent, don't you think?"
Nott nodded, urging him to continue.
"As for the two children clause in their marriage contract, I would gladly request the Gringotts Goblins to bring up the financial details pertaining to the Malfoy-Black union. This will clearly indicate the number of offspring produced in the course of their marriage."
Lucius' eyes widened, and he suddenly looked like a man facing his worst nightmare. "I object to the inclusion of Goblin records in this matter. It is unnecessary!"
Arcturus raised an eyebrow, his eyes glittering dangerously. "Really? I can't fathom why you'd be so averse to involving the most neutral and meticulous record-keepers in our world. Unless, of course, you have manipulated financial details as well? The Goblins take a dim view of that, I hear."
Lucius seemed to pale even more if that were possible. His hands trembled slightly as he gripped the armrests of his chair.
Arcturus leaned back, clearly satisfied. "So, is there anything else you'd like to object to, Lucius? Any more skeletons in your closet you'd like us to know about?"
The room was filled with silence so thick it could be cut with a knife. Lucius Malfoy was cornered, and everyone in the room knew it. Lady Griselda Marchbanks, who had taken over as acting Chief Warlock, turned her gaze to Arcturus Black. "Lord Black, the Wizengamot would like you to verify this information with Gringotts as soon as possible. We must get to the bottom of this, and Goblin records are the most reliable."
Arcturus rose to his feet, his eyes gleaming with restrained satisfaction. "Of course, Lady Marchbanks. I'll make the necessary arrangements immediately."
"Objection!" Lucius Malfoy shouted, his voice tinged with desperation. "I do not consent to have Goblin records displayed in this manner. It's an invasion of my privacy!"
Arcturus turned to face him, an exaggerated look of surprise on his face. "Invasion of privacy? My dear Lucius, when you decided to marry into the Black family, you agreed to certain terms and conditions. It's amusing that you're concerned about privacy now, when you had no qualms about violating those very conditions of our family contract."
The room erupted into murmurs. The Wizengamot members exchanged looks, clearly relishing the unfolding drama but also visibly concerned about the gravity of the matter at hand.
Arcturus continued, "I must say, Lucius, you're more transparent than an invisibility cloak that's seen better days. Your objections only serve to fuel suspicion that you've done something for which you should be hiding."
Lady Marchbanks banged her gavel to restore order. "If there are no other objections, the Wizengamot grants Lord Black permission to obtain these Goblin records. We shall convene again once the information has been verified."
Lucius Malfoy's face was flushed red as he met Arcturus' gaze. But the elder wizard only offered a thin, cold smile. Snaggrot, a goblin with keen eyes and a nose for detail, stepped into the Wizengamot chamber holding a sealed parchment scroll. The atmosphere grew tense as he walked up to Lord Arcturus Black, extending the scroll with a curt nod.
With grave solemnity, Arcturus broke the seal and unrolled the parchment. His eyes darted quickly over the lines of neatly written text before narrowing with a mixture of shock and incandescent fury.
"This can't be correct," he whispered under his breath, glancing at Snaggrot with a bewildered expression.
The goblin's eyes met Arcturus's. "It's verified information, Lord Black. Every detail is accurate."
Arcturus composed himself, then cleared his throat. "According to these Gringotts records, two children have been born from the union between the Black and Malfoy families. The eldest being an unnamed girl, and the youngest being Draco Malfoy."
The room fell into a hushed silence, so thick you could cut it with a knife. All eyes shifted to Lucius Malfoy, who looked as if he had been slapped. Narcissa's gaze was also fixed on him, her expression a blend of confusion, hurt, and anger.
Arcturus, his voice icy, continued, "Would you care to enlighten us, Lucius? An unnamed girl? I thought you prided yourself on family and lineage. You've kept a child a secret—our blood, a Black!"
Lucius opened his mouth but no words came out. His face had turned a ghastly shade of white, a stark contrast to his dark robes.
Narcissa, seated next to Lord Black, her voice icy cold., "If this is true, Lucius, you have not only violated our family contract but betrayed my trust and dishonored our marriage vows. A child is not just a name on a parchment; a child is a life that you've kept hidden! I was never informed either. The birth of Draco was... difficult. I was unconscious for some time. By the time I woke up, You told me I had a son. No one mentioned a daughter."
Lady Longbottom banged her gavel. "This is a grave matter indeed. If these records are accurate, then the contract has been violated on multiple counts, and an annulment is not just an option; it becomes a necessity."
Arcturus, still reeling from the revelation, added, "I assure you, this will not go without investigation. We will find this child, for she is a Black as well as a Malfoy. As for you, Lucius, this is just the beginning."
His words carried a weight, a promise of retribution that echoed in the silence that followed. The room went silent, the weight of the revelation sinking in. The implication was clear - there was a lost Black-Malfoy heir, and both parents claimed no knowledge of her. The question now was: where was she, and what had happened to her?
A/N: Ha ha ha ha…. Evil laugh, Another child, Twins, What might have happened to her? Lucius, You crook, What did you do to her? I am going to leave it up to your imagination. Please leave me reviews.
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