Somewhere:
"Can you be a bit more specific? Simply saying we're fucked doesn't give us a lot to work with here." The deep voice said.
Sirius sighed heavily. "The boy is completely untouchable. The people here think he's some sort of god. They might not be entirely wrong either. You weren't there Shack, the pressure he was giving off, the sheer power he radiated, I've never felt anything like it. And according to eyewitnesses, that's nowhere close to his full power. If he gains any semblance of control, there's nothing we can do to stop him." Sirius recounted grimly.
Ever since the war the ex-Black had changed. His best friend, James Potter had been killed right in front of him on a mission gone horribly wrong. Peter had betrayed them all, Lily had been kidnapped by the Dark Lord himself, and now Remus was dead. Sirius had lost everyone he cared about, and it left him a bitter vengeful person.
"Any hope of getting into the ministry?" The voice asked. Sirius shook his head. "I couldn't even get past the atrium. They have magic signature scanners everywhere. They've also managed to replicate Thief's Downfall and put it anywhere where anything useful might be." Sirius said.
"How the hell did they manage that? We've been trying to get our hands on that magic for years now." The deep voice said.
"I feel like you're starting to understand what I meant when I said we're fucked. There's not much we can do from our side except wait for the others." Sirius said seriously.
"Speaking of the others, do you know how they are holding up?" The voice asked. Sirius shook his head. "The bastards have gotten chummy with France; it's looking like there's going to be another war." Sirius answered.
"We're fucked." The voice said. Sirius could only let out a barking laughter.
Obsidian Venue:
"Good morning, Hydrus!" Bellatrix exclaimed loudly. The boy hissed, slipping into snake speech as he cursed.
"English, my love." Druella said, much quieter than her daughter. "Why are you yelling?" Hydrus asked irritably. "To teach you a lesson about overindulgence. Now, drink this, I have a special outing for us planned today." Bellatrix handed Hydrus a small phial filled with a murky orange liquid.
Trusting his mother, he didn't bother asking what it was and drunk it all in one gulp, shuddering at the taste. Instantly, the splitting headache he had vanished, and he had a boost of energy.
"Feeling better?" Bellatrix asked. Hydrus gave a small smile and nodded. "Good." His mother eagerly climbed into his lap and began engaging in her favorite activity.
Once she had gotten her fill, Bellatrix swapped with Druella. The two proceeded to take turns riding the boy, draining him.
Druella let out a satisfied sigh as she absorbed the magic Hydrus had pumped into her. "Why don't you and your bitch go wash up and we'll meet you in the dining room for breakfast." Hydrus let out a groan as he rolled out of bed, his knees shaking.
"Come on Orchid." He called out. Orchid rose from her dog bed and bounded to his side, her tail wagging happily. Hydrus scratched behind the wolf ears on her head with a smile.
"Good doggie." He said. The two left, Hydrus occasionally stopping Orchid from jumping on him, promising her that he'd play with her later.
"So, darling what's this outing you have planned?" Druella asked once Hydrus was gone.
"Muggle hunting!" Bellatrix said happily. Druella rolled her eyes. "Here I was thinking you would do something mentally stimulating, like seeing a live performance or something."
"I fully plan on stimulating something alright." Bellatrix said, licking her lips. Druella gave a dry laugh. "While you two children are out the real adult will handle things here."
"Handle what?" The daughter asked. Druella looked at the other woman incredulously. "Bellatrix, the throne that you had commissioned is finished. Don't tell me you forgot."
"Of course I didn't forget." She lied confidently. Bellatrix had been so excited to take Hydrus hunting and pump him full of fairy blood, that she had indeed forgotten.
Druella narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood or I would tan your hide for lying. Now get up, breakfast is waiting." Druella got out of bed and stretched, displaying her heavenly body.
SMACK! Bellatrix, too tempted to resist, slapped her mother's peached shape ass.
"Motherfucker!" The older woman exclaimed in surprise. "How accurate!" Bellatrix yelled over her shoulder, racing off to escape punishment. Druella chased after her daughter right into the kitchen. They found Hydrus waiting for them, with Orchid deepthroating the boy.
"Damn that is good, I'm so close Orchid. Be a good doggie and swallow it all ok." Hydrus let out a groan and shot his seed down Orchid's throat, right into her stomach.
"Phew, much better." Hydrus looked at his family and instantly became suspicious. "You two are getting along, aren't you?" He said warily.
Druella, who had been on the verge of wringing Bellatrix's neck, gave her grandson a sweet smile. "Of course we are, darling." Hydrus looked between the two of them with narrow eyes, before he smiled and nodded.
"Good. I like it when you two are happy together. Now then, what is this?" He held up a large container filled with fairy blood.
"It's fairy blood." Bellatrix answered. Hydrus huffed. "I know that. What I mean is, why is it here? And why is there so much of it?" He asked. A shudder ran down his back at the twin looks his family gave him.
"We told you Hydrus, you're supposed to relax for the rest of the summer. Drink up and let mummy take care you, you'll feel amazing, trust me." Bellatrix said, not bothering to hide the fact that she was drooling. Hydrus looked at the container distrustfully.
"Hydrus, darling, if you don't drink all of it, you won't be allowed to go on your date." Druella chided gently. Hydrus gave a defeated sigh and lifted the container to his mouth and drank from it heavily. He gulped down the aphrodisiac, ambient magic dancing and swirling around him.
Bellatrix summoned her clothes, and transfigured the tablecloth into robes for her son. "We'll be back, probably really soon. Tell Andromeda and Narcissa to clear their schedules and that their master will require their bodies for the next several days." Bellatrix grabbed her son's hand and spun away.
Druella shook her head in amusement. After she got her beloved's throne installed, she fully planned on indulging in fairy blood herself. "Klutzy, Clumsy." She called out. There was a sound of apparation as two house elves appeared before her.
"You called, mistress?" Klutzy asked. Klutzy and Clumsy had previously been Parkinson house elves before their ownership was transferred to House Black. Bellatrix insisted that they went through psychic retraining, so they would never be able to act independently or betray their new masters.
"Find Andromeda and Narcissa and tell them that the Young Master is in need of relief. After you've done that, go to this location and pick up the throne, then bring it to me." Druella handed one of the elves a slip of parchment and dismissed them.
Making her way out of the master wing and downstairs, Druella found herself in the large throne room. The marble floors of Obsidian Venue had been redesigned to show various constellations and stars and comets, all of which were permanently animated. There were artful stained-glass windows, and at the back of the room there was a door that led to the gardens.
Off to the side there was a small amount of Hydrus's presents from last night. The ones Bellatrix and Druella had deemed worthy of him anyway. Finally, dead center in the room, was a raised platform where the throne would go. Druella rubbed her thighs together as friskiness coursed through her. She couldn't wait to see her beloved on his throne. She couldn't wait to worship him.
A muggle home in the country:
Bellatrix and Hydrus appeared on the porch of a muggle home. "I've been staking out this place for a while now. It's just a few muggles, no mudbloods. So, here's the plan, you'll blast the door down, and then we'll kill everyone inside." Bellatrix said excitedly.
Hydrus nodded, just as eager as his mother. He was looking forward to spending time with Bellatrix and trying out one of his new spells.
"Ready?" She asked. Hydrus just pointed his wand at the door. "Bombarda!" He intoned. The door was blasted apart and the two rushed inside.
"What the bloody hell!" The cry had come from an elderly muggle man who had taken cover from the explosion.
"Sanguine Inflammare!" Hydrus yelled. A sizzling bolt of yellow slammed into the old man and set his blood and internal organs on fire.
"Patrick! What's happening?!" An elderly woman came rushing from upstairs, checking on her screaming husband.
"Crucio!" Bellatrix laughed like a maniac as she tortured the muggle woman. "Look, Hydrus! Look at the inferior life forms squeal!"
Hydrus smiled like a loon from watching his mother inflict horrible pain on the muggle.
"Get away from them!" A sudden voice called out. It was a boy, a little older than Hydrus, barely a teenager. The muggle boy rushed Bellatrix with a raised kitchen knife.
Hatred surged through Hydrus as he realized the other boy's intentions. He raised his wand and said the first spell that came to mind.
"Avada Kedavra!" A green laser shot from Hydrus's wand and impacted the muggle boy. He collapsed to the floor, instantly dead.
Bellatrix stared at her son with tears in her eyes. Realistically speaking, a muggle knife wouldn't even scratch her but that wasn't the point. Her son had used the killing curse. He had done it for her. With a flick of her wand, she separated the old woman's head from her shoulders and rushed to embrace her son.
"I am so proud of you. You're the best son I could've asked for. I love you, Hydrus." She whispered into his ear as she hugged him tightly. Bellatrix held nothing back and blasted the boy with her full, unrestrained aura.
Hydrus melted into her grasp, almost literally. So filled with his mother's love and fairy blood, he had lost control of his shapeshifting powers.
With a flash of her vampiric claws, Bellatrix ripped Hydrus's robes off. She grabbed his swollen erection which was leaking precum. "My poor baby boy. You're about to burst. It's ok, mummy will make you all better." Bellatrix had lost control of her sanity after seeing Hydrus use the killing curse. She was filled with the unstoppable urge to pleasure her son.
"I love you mummy. I won't let anything happen to you." Hydrus declared. Bellatrix smiled at him, worship and adoration on her expression. She tore her robes off, exposing her large succulent breasts. She wrapped them around Hydrus's irritated member, and the boy came instantly at the slightest touch.
"So sensitive. You'll need plenty of mummy's attention. Let's get you home, my love." Despite her words, Bellatrix continued to tittyfuck her son, enjoying how Hydrus continued to splatter her chest and face with his seed.
His knees gave out and Bellatrix had to catch him to prevent him from hitting the floor. In a moment of lucidity, Bellatrix spun away, back to Obsidian Venue.
Obsidian Venue:
The pair didn't appear in the master wing, but in the throne room, where Druella and the others were waiting on them.
"Well, you two weren't gone very long, did something happen?" Druella asked in concern. Her question was answered just by looking at the two. She smiled lustily in anticipation.
"Hydrus, darling, I know how horny you are right now, come sit on your throne and let us take care of you." Druella purred out.
On unsteady feet he made his way to the large crystalline throne. The thing was made up of dark, jagged crystals and was decorated with skulls and gemstones. He sat down and it was surprisingly really comfortable.
His aunts and members of House Parkinson all kneeled before him. Hydrus paid them no mind, having eyes for only Bellatrix, Druella, and his dog Orchid.
"Please. Help me." Hydrus pleaded. He was out of breath and his skin was flushed. Above all he was horribly aroused. Bellatrix and Druella rushed to his side, eager to please their God.
France: The Ministry of Magic
The French minister rubbed at his temples, trying to fight off a headache. The ICW was being a major pain in the ass. They were currently trying to pass a bill that would disband pure blood families.
In the ICW's words the pure blood system was inherently flawed and promoted systemic abuse and oppression. If the bill went through, purebloods everywhere would lose their homes, their wealth, the propriety magic and secrets that had been cultivated and guarded for centuries. Some families would even be forced to divorce their spouses, the ICW stating that incest between parent and child was manipulative and abusive.
Needless to say, the bill had been hard stopped almost unanimously, the only countries voting for it being the United States and Canada. Sebastian still remembered the words of Contessa Zabini, the minister of Italy.
"Enough is enough! The ICW can not be allowed to continue to do whatever it feels like, at any given moment!"
Despite Italy's brave words, the ICW did in fact, continue to do whatever it wanted. They had sent their attack dogs, IDA, to countries that had voted against the bill. Now, influential pureblood lords were starting to go missing, and mudbloods had started to protest violently.
No one had forgotten the dark blemish on IDA's otherwise impeccable record however, and Bulgaria, Japan, and China called the ICW out, threatening secession and to form their own overarching government. Several countries had agreed to join the new coalition if it came to that.
Tensions were extremely high, and one little spark would ignite the first Wizarding World War. There was a knock on his office door.
"Come in." The minister answered. The door swung open to reveal Robert Greengrass. A completely healthy, unparalyzed Robert Greengrass.
"Lord Delacour, thank you for meeting with me." Robert said.
"It's of no trouble, Lord Greengrass. I'm told you have a message for me?" Sebastian asked.
"Indeed. The Dark Lord will rise again, and it will be soon. In the meantime, you have Magical UK's full support against these tyrants. We've beaten IDA once and together we'll do it again." Robert relayed.
Sebastian thought for only a moment. A good majority of his people were on the verge of losing everything. They needed help.
"I graciously accept your support. Thank you." The French minister said to his newest ally.
"Wonderful. Please, accept this as a token of our new friendship." From his pocket, Robert pulled out a small mythril case and opened it. Inside were four marbles, no bigger than an eyeball. They swirled with spirit particles and gave off an enormous amount of energy.
"What are they?" Sebastian asked softly, completely entranced.
"These are the Eyes of God. Take these and place one in the heart of your ministry where anyone can see it. And place the other in the dining hall of Beauxbatons. The next generation should know the greatness of Noctisim. Have your wife deliver one to the Veela Council. The Young Master is in need of many veela playthings, including your wife and eldest daughter." Robert instructed.
Sebastian nodded fervently. "Anything for His Grace. What would you have me do with the last one?"
Robert gave him a sly look. "On my way here, I heard of recent troubles at the latest ICW meeting. I want you to approach Italy and present the last Eye to them. Make sure they understand the greatness of our God."
"It will be done, Lord Greengrass, and the Young Master will have his new veela before the week is out." Sebastian said fanatically. Robert smiled at the ease of his task.
To be fair, Robert had presented several pieces of God himself, but in his mind the point still stood. That and the Eyes of God were special.
Each one of them had been infused with Amelia's psychic personality rewriting power. Merely glancing at one was enough to transform someone into a true believer and follower of Noctis, desperate to fulfill his wishes.
"I think that concludes our business, Lord Delacour. I'll be in contact again soon." Robert got up and left, leaving Sebastian to contact his wife via floo call.
On a yacht off the coast of Ibiza:
Rodolphus casually sipped his martini as he soaked up some sun. His last attempt at trying to make it to Gaunt Garden had almost ended in his death. Gaunt Garden had almost every species of magical snake in the world. A Blade-tail Sand Viper had almost beheaded him. Simply having the Dark Lord's wand and ring wasn't enough to ensure his safety. He had not foreseen the difficulties that awaited him. In order to resurrect the Dark Lord he needed to make his way to the heart of the island, where a pool of ambient magic could be used for the ritual. For the time being his master's resurrection would be delayed a little longer.