The library was relatively empty, and they were in a far off corner away from most people's view, but that didn't take away from the thrill the girls felt as they sat at their table. Madam Pince, or even an older student could appear at any moment and catch them red-handed.

Darcia, Susan and Pansy were sitting at the table, half a dozen books open in front of them as they pretended to study. They acted as if they weren't listening to Tracey's desperate panting from behind the bookshelf.

On an emotional level, it had become clear that while Susan, Darcia and especially Daphne had developed romantic feelings for Harry; Tracey and Pansy hadn't gotten to that point. Instead, the two girls had gotten closer and closer to each other, to the point that they decided to become a couple.

On a physical level, though, each girl was addicted to Harry's cock, feeling withdrawal symptoms from just a day without receiving his heavenly seed.

Which led to their current predicament. They had all gone to the library to pick up a book for their Charms essay, when Tracey's itch began to scratch something major.

And so, the brunette had her chest pressed up against a bookshelf, her panties at her knees and her skirt flipped up as Harry pounded her from behind. Tracey tried to hold back her moans as Harry's cock sated her needy pussy, sliding in and out of her dripping wetness while he held her by the waist.

Behind Harry, Daphne had her arms wrapped around his torso in a hug, leaving light kisses on the back of his neck.

"I might need to go next." Pansy said suddenly as she scratched her leg.

"You'll wait until we get back to the dorm room." Darcia chided. "You had all morning to get some cock,"

"Daphne and Susan are always hogging him!" Pansy said, glaring at the redhead.

Susan raised an eyebrow. "You seemed to be more than content eating Tracey out all morning. What was I supposed to do? Save your spot?"

Darcia sighed. Balancing her slave's time between all of these girls was a headache sometimes, especially since her older cousin had been summoning him daily, sometimes multiple times in a day!

Tracey let out a final whimpering shriek, partially muffled by a book on plant to animal transfiguration, and they all knew she'd just cum.

"Alright, Tracey, get out." Daphne told her friend sternly, making to push her away.

"I-I need the cum." The girl said weakly. While Harry's cock was enough relief, his cum would truly ensure her stability for the rest of the day.

"You'll have to eat it out of me." Daphne told her as she pulled Harry's cock out of Tracey.

"Remember Harry, no cumming inside of Daphne." Darcia said from the other side of.the bookshelf.

"Damn it!" Daphne cursed as she stroked Harry's cock, slick with Tracey's juices, before looking up at him lovingly. "Don't worry Harry, I'm working on it. Before you know it, you'll be filling my pussy up every single day."

Harry smiled down at her with those gorgeous green eyes. "I hope so, Miss Daphne. I miss doing it in you."

Daphne's heart leapt as she stood closer to Harry, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I love you, Harry, and I'll find a way for us to be together, forever."

Harry was filled with love, along with a bit of melancholy. He loved Miss Daphne, but he also loved his mistress and had a duty to her. He understood that as they got older, the girls would be required to marry. He felt a pang at the thought of Miss Daphne, or Miss Susan or Miss Pansy or Miss Tracey being married off to someone.

"Don't be sad, Harry. A Greengrass never breaks their promise." Daphne assured him, pressing another kiss to his lips as she pushed him back against another bookshelf.

It was akward to set up, but she wanted to fuck him standing up. Daphne propped her leg up on one of the shelves, enough for her to be able to line Harry's cock with her pussy and for him to plunge forward, sinking into her depths in one stroke.

Everything else disappeared. Daphne didn't want to suppress her moans, the moans of someone who had given herself completely to love, so she kissed him. She kissed Harry with all her heart and soul, letting him do the stroking with his wondrous cock while she poured all of her energy into that kiss, wishing that magic itself would recognize the love in it, that it would somehow make them bonded together out of sheer passion.

She yelped into the kiss when she felt a new sensation, a tongue burrowing itself into her ass.

Tracey had knelt behind her, spread her asscheeks and began eating her ass with no regard for human life.

The other three girls were trying really hard to keep their composure as they glimpsed what was happening from in between the shelves. Finally, Darcia couldn't stand it any longer. "Pansy, Susan, eat me out."

Susan jumped at her words. "Here?" She glanced around the abandoned corner of the library, expecting Pince to pop out from behind a pillar.

"Yes, now, vassal !" Darcia emphasized the final word, and Susan bristled a little, but she got up from her seat all the same.

Darcia closed her eyes as Susan and Pansy knelt under the table, tongues dueling around her clit. And so it was probably her fault that she didn't catch a bushy haired girl who'd been approaching their corner of the library.

Daphne was shedding tears, real tears of pure love as Harry drove her closer to her orgasm. If only he could fill her up, if only he could knock her up. She would be barefoot and pregnant for him, give him as many children as he wanted. Be there by his side, his loving wife.

"Oh my god!"

The sound was jarring, but Daphne was too far gone, she came all over Harry's cock even as her eyes snapped open, seeing a bushy-haired Gryffindor who was staring at them, completely petrified by the sight.

It didn't help that Harry was forced to pull out of her, giving the girl a perfect view of his magnificent beast of a cock, coated in the cum of two cock-hungry first year Slytherins. "Sorry, Miss Granger." Harry apologized even as he aimed his cock at Tracey's waiting face.

The brunette kept her mouth wide open as Harry shot powerful blasts of cum straight at her face. Some reached her mouth, coating her tongue in that gooey goodness that she so desperately needed. The rest splashed her face, glazing it in several coats of thick seed, with the girl's tongue working overtime to lick up the dribbles that began to run down near her mouth.

"You…that's against the rules!" Hermione accused, her eyes refusing to leave Harry's still hard cock, which was leaking the final drops of cum from it's tip.

"It's none of your business, Granger." Darcia hissed as she and the other two girls rushed hurriedly over to them.

"Great lookouts you turned out to be." Tracey said sarcastically, the bite of her comment being lost coming from a girl wearing a mask of thick white semen.

Daphne, who'd collapsed onto the floor after Harry had pulled out of her, crawled over to clean her lover's cock, ignoring the gaping muggleborn as she went about her job of meticulously licking up every drop.

Susan and pansy were elbowing each other as they tried to be the first to clean Tracey's face off. Darcia shot Hermione another glare. "Keep your mouth shut." She then ambled behind the other two, reminding them she got first lick on Tracey's face.

By the time the group had cleaned up, Granger was gone.

…

"Do you need a quote from me?"

Rita shook her head. "Maybe for a follow up. This article…this is going to be a bombshell. When I drop this on my editor, he'll have a heart attack!"

"He won't try to kill it?" Narcissa asked with concern.

Rita was grinning from ear to ear. The woman had been smiling ever since she showed up, and Narcissa understood why. She'd uncovered exactly what Narcissa had said she would, an arrest without a trial or an interrogation. No due process, on the heiress to an Ancient and Most noble House? It was the bombshell of bombshells.

"Even if someone in the Ministry wanted to suppress it, my editor knows that I would just go to the French or the American papers. Foreigners break a British scandal, it'd tank the Prophet worse than anything."

Narcissa couldn't help but match the woman's smile. This was going to work! "So when will it publish?"

"I'll present it tomorrow morning, they'll want it to be on the front page in the morning edition the next day."

The floo flared up and both women stiffened. Unofficially, this was Narcissa's wing of the Manor. Lucius never ventured here, preferring to either apparate or Floo directly into his study.

But it was of course Lucius who popped out of the fireplace, dusting himself off with his usual arrogant smile, a smile that Narcissa hadn't seem in quite a while.

He made a show of surprise upon seeing Rita. "Ms. Skeeter, what brings you to our home?"

Rita adjusted the cuff of her ugly green jacket. "As you know, Lord Malfoy, I have a working relationship with your family now."

Lucius nodded in understanding while Narcissa clenched her fists under the table. Something had happened, Lucius was back to his old, peacocking self.

"Still, it's not like you to be away from the action." He drawled lazily.

"And what action would that be?" Rita cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

"Why, the execution, of course."

Lucius chuckled at their nonplussed reactions. "I see, so you don't even know. I guess there are still some things that escape your watchful eye."

"What execution are you talking about, husband?" Narcissa began to fill with a growing sense of dread. He couldn't have found out, could he?

The cruelty present in Lucius' eyes as he looked at her answered her doubts before he even opened his mouth. "Why, your traitorous sister, of course. Do not fret, my dear, that stain on your line should be snuffed out in oh-" Lucius made a show of checking his pocket watch. "-about two hours or so. Which I'm afraid means you're a little late to snag a press pass, Ms. Skeeter." Lucius sent Rita an apologetic look before he made to leave the room, leaving the two women stunned in place.

Before exiting, Lucius spoke over his shoulder. "Narcissa, tell Dobby to prepare a feast. I want you wearing your best, we have a lot to celebrate, after all."

And with that, Lucius slammed the door shut behind him.

Narcissa began to sob almost immediately after he left. Rita scrambled to her side, putting an awkward hand on the other woman's back.

"There there-"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Skeeter?!" Narcissa wailed. "My sister's about to die!"

"I can still write the article, it'll paint the ministry in a very bad light that they executed-"

"Are you serious?" Narcissa hissed. "That will not bring my sister back! And…and now I have to dress up and toast to her death with my bastard of a husband! Merlin…why? Why did I do this to myself!"

Rita sat quietly as Narcissa continued to sob. Under normal circumstances, this would have been a golden opportunity for her. She could have pivoted, written a salacious article in the society pages about the Malfoy's marital problems. But things had changed.

"Narcissa, can you promise me a meeting with Harry before winter break?"

Narcissa broke free of her sobs to look up at her, bleary eyes filled with confusion. "Huh?"

"If I help you, can you guarantee a rendevouz with Harry in the next few weeks? Maybe even some sort of regular schedule where I can at least…see him consistently."

"What can you even do to help me now, Skeeter?"

"Can you do it or not?"

Narcissa stared at the other woman. She should have just yelled at her, kicked her out of her home so she could wallow in her grief properly.

But, there was still a spark of hope left in Narcissa, enough for her to latch onto the lifeline Rita had cast at her. "It could be arranged."

Rita nodded, "stay here, don't you dare tell your husband anything. Just keep on being gloomy."

Rita marched off to the floo, and as she disappeared off to the Ministry Atrium in a burst of green flame, it was quite easy for Narcissa to play her part. She returned to her despair, after all, what could a snooty journalist do to help her sister now?

…

Lucius had said Bellatrix would be executed in two hours, which meant Fudge and his entourage wouldn't leave for Azkaban until at least another hour and a half. They would want the minimum amount of time possible in that hellhole.

DMLE Director Bones would never sign off on a last second execution, which meant Fudge was going over her head and signing it himself, employing one of the aurors he had in his pocket to deliver the order to Azkaban.

Which on a weekday like today, at this hour, meant…

Rita grinned triumphantly as she slipped into the women's bathroom. It meant Gaiwan Robards was the man for the job.

The same Gaiwan Robards who she'd uncovered shopping state secrets to foreign ministries. The same Gainwan Robards who'd thought he'd gotten off lightly when all she'd asked for was the password to his personal floo.

The idiot didn't realize she was just sitting on the story until he became a more prominent figure. He also didn't realize the havoc Rita could cause with access to a senior auror's floo.

After all, senior aurors were among the select few that had a direct line to Azkaban.

Rita only had to wait a few minutes for someone else to come into the bathroom. Allowing a small beetle to slip out through the open doorway.

She flew across the atrium. Robards wouldn't want to spend too much time in Azkaban either. He'd wait as long as possible to deliver the orders and be forced to wait around for the Minister to arrive.

She snuck into one of the lifts and attached herself to the ceiling, waiting patiently as people rode it up and down.

Level Ten: Courtrooms.

Level Four: Creature Regulation Control.

Back down to Level Eight: Atrium Lobby.

Rita waited patiently as people drifted in and out of the elevator. She could use the floo on her own, after all, but she'd rather sneak in with Robards, that way no one would question why the floo had gone off on it's own.

Finally, a wizard and a witch pressed the right button. Rita flapped her wings in anticipation as the lift moved ever so slowly, the aged metal creaking as it made its way to its destination.

"Level Two: Law Enforcement." A disembodied voice announced.

She let the people step out before she flapped her wings and made for the exit. She easily navigated the maze-like structure of the hallways, slipping her way through a succession of barely cracked doors until she reached her goal.

The office of Senior Auror, Gaiwan Robards.

And not a moment too soon. Robards was adjusting his robe, an official looking parchment rolled up in his hand, tied up with a red ribbon.

Everyone knew what a red ribbon meant.

The red ribbon of death.

Rita waited patiently behind the door as Robards collected his things. The man took a few deep breaths, psyching himself up for his venture into the worst prison in all of Europe.

She made her move when Robards reached for the floo powder. She attached herself to his robe as he took a handful of brown dirt. Robards threw the powder into the fireplace, stepped in, and yelled out "Auror's keep, Azkaban. ODDMENT!"

The password triggered the floo, and two magicals disappeared in a flare of green flame.

…

Bellatrix knew something was going on when she saw the auror approaching.

Aurors didn't go near the inmates, especially not the high security targets like her. They let the dementors do most of the torturing. She knew it wasnt that Narcissa had come to see her, otherwise there would have been at least three of them ready with the magical handcuffs.

And this young auror was looking much too gleeful.

"Times up, Black." He said as he stood in front of her cell.

"Am I supposed to know who you are?" Bellatrix drawled.

The man growled. "It doesn't matter if you don't know who I am, bitch. You're about to get kissed. Robards arrived with the order just now, we're just waiting on the Minister."

She felt a stone sink into the pit of her stomach. Something must have happened. She wasn't surprised, she loved Cissy, but the girl wasn't equipped to play high-end politics.

"Is that why you're so mad? Because you won't get to kiss me goodbye?" Bella cooed, trying to distract herself from the reality that was quickly setting in.

"As if, you look like shit. Maybe if you're lucky, one of the other guys will let you give them a blowie before we send you off."

Bellatrix saw as a beetle flew off from the man's pant leg, flying in through her bars and settling on the wall of her cell.

"I'll pass. I've heard all the stories about you auror boys. Short wands with hair triggers? No wonder you couldn't do shit against Voldemort."

"It was enough to put you behind bars." He spat, flinching violently at the Dark Lord's name.

"Peters, get your ass down here before she takes your wand!" Someone yelled from near the stairwell.

Damn it.

Bella glared at the retreating auror. Just a bit longer, and she would have been able to nick the wand he so carelessly held at his waist.

Thankfully, she had another visitor.

"You can show yourself now."

The beetle flew off the wall, morphing into a woman with short blonde curls, large horn-rimmed glasses and an extremely ugly bright green jacket.

"My sister sent you?"

Rita nodded. "How did you know I was here?"

"I've been in this hellhole for ten years now, this is the first time I've ever seen a bug." Bella gave Rita a once over. "So, how are you breaking me out?"

Rita pulled out her wand. "I was thinking it over on my way here. I figured I could transfigure you into a button, put you in my coat pocket and then leave here the way I came in."

"That's not going to happen." Bella said bluntly.

"Why?"

"I don't know you, but you don't look like your can pull that transfiguration off. Then you're going to turn into a beetle with me transfigured into a button? Too much shit could go wrong."

Rita huffed. "What exactly do you suggest then?"

Bellatrix smiled. A predatory grin that bared her yellowing teeth. "Give me your wand."

The team of five aurors approached the cell. When they reached it, they found Bellatrix curled up in a corner, whimpering as she covered her face with the rag she used to sleep.

"I guess the reality's set in, huh bitch?" Peters spat with glee as his superior rolled his eyes.

"Go open the cell since you're so eager, Peters."

"We're going to laugh our asses off if she overpowers you." Another junior auror joked, earning a chuckle from his buddies and an angry snarl from Peters.

One of them tossed the keys to Peters, who approached the cell door confidently, paying no mind to the unmoving lump that was Bellatrix.

He slipped the key into the keyhole, only when he went to turn it, the key itself began to twist, as if it was made of soft clay.

Behind the squad of Aurors, a disillusioned Bellatrix yanked Rita's wand back, pulling on the invisible tether that connected the wand to the metal bars.

The bars pulled back and cast out like a net, the hard steel somehow soft and pliable. The team of aurors barely had enough time to cover their faces as the steel bars wrapped around all five of them.

Even as a beetle, Rita physically cringed as she heard the screams of agony from the aurors. When the softened metal touched their flesh it burned like molten iron. The five aurors soon became a mangled mass of burning bodies, their cries petering out into soft whimpers as they died slowly.

"Believe me, they deserved it." Bellatrix said, almost as if she was reading Rita's thoughts.

Bellatrix summoned the aurors' wands, pocketing Rita's and switching to a different one at random.

The mass of clothes in her cell lifted off the bed, and Bellatrix guided it along as she followed behind it, almost completely invisible.

"They're taking an awfully long time." Fudge was fidgeting under his bowler hat. Even with the entourage of aurors surrounding him and his undersecretary, it was always unsettling to spend any amount of time in Azkaban prison. Lucius definitely owed him a hefty donation.

"Don't fret, minister. The prisoners are usually very frail, it takes them a while to walk down. Especially when they know what's coming." Robards assured him, sharing an eye-roll with some of his men.

What was coming was standing a few feet away from them, sucking away every single happy thought they'd ever had. A lineup of seven dementors were awaiting Bellatrix Black. Definitely overkill, seeing as only one was going to be doing the job.

"There they are." An auror said, pointing towards the top of the stairwell, where a figure emerged from the dark.

It took only a few steps to realize the lone, cloaked figure was not the team of aurors bringing Bellatrix down to her fate.

"Minister, stand back! Aurors, attack!" Robards ordered.

Umbridge let out a squeal that sounded like a corpse expelling gas as she scurried back, followed closely by Fudge, who was protected by a pair of aurors that surrounded him in stone shields.

Spells flew towards the figure, which seemed to be ignoring the spellfire completely. The auror's spells seemed to disappear into it's cloak, only to return back with redoubled speed and power, forcing the aurors to dodge and shield.

Bellatrix made her way through easily as the aurors focused on her dummy. They were truly useless if they hadn't figured out it was a simple construct, only capable of returning whatever was fired at it.

She slipped by the aurors and was almost home free, the only issue were those damned dementors, who would not be fooled by a disillusionment charm.

Bellatrix couldn't cast a patronus, and even if she could, using it would give away her position. But she didn't need to drive the dementors away, she just needed to distract them. And with everyone focused on her construct and protecting the minister, she had a perfect, frog-shaped piece of bait right there.

She worked quickly, her rust eroding with each moment she held a wand. She silenced and then tied the woman up before banishing her towards the mass of dementors. Offered such an easy prey, and with no one commanding them to stop, they descended upon the frumpy woman like a pack of jackals.

Bellatrix didn't stay around to see which one of them delivered the kiss, she made her way to the open door of the auror's office, threw dirt into the floo and spoke the password Skeeter had told her.

They spun out into the empty auror's office. Rita immediately flew off from Bellatrix, turning back into a human as she threw up all over Robards' desk.

"You may be innocent, but you're still fucking crazy!" Rita screamed as she tried to forget all the carnage she'd just witnessed.

Bellatrix set fire to Robard's desk, causing Rita to jump back, looking at the dark haired woman with fear. "What?" Bella asked. "You threw up all over it, I had to destroy the evidence." She searched around in her rags before she produced Rita's wand, quickly tossing it over to the other woman.

Rita grasped her wand with both hands, following along behind Bellatrix with much trepidation as they exited Robards office.

The auror offices were completely empty, but Rita still walked gingerly, expecting a team of aurors to spring out from around every corner.

"We're going to my sister's house now."

"Shouldn't you hide somewhere less obvious?"

Bellatrix shook her head. "If I know old Lucy, he'll be the first to find out I broke out. I don't trust him to not do something stupid."

…

Narcissa's tears had long since dried, she was just staring numbly at the wall now, waiting for the moment when Lucius would barge in, gloating about how he'd killed her sister.

The door slammed open and Lucius did barge in, but he didn't have a self-satisfied look on his face. No, Lucius Malfoy looked irate. He was breathing fire and brimstone and his eyes had a feral look to them.

And he was rapidly approaching Narcissa.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"What are you talking about?" She stood up, trying to keep some distance between them, but Lucius rushed up to her and grabbed her by the neck, pinning her to the wall.

"You and that stupid fucking cunt! What did you do? Where is she?" He reared his fist back. Narcissa flinched, bracing for the strike that was about to connect.

Except it never connected. The door burst open once more, and before Lucius could look over his shoulder, a blast of discolored light connected with his neck, sending the man flying away from Narcissa and crashing onto the wall.

Narcissa was wheezing as she touched her neck, which was burning from Lucius' deathgrip.

Lucius was also on the floor, leaving a rapidly growing pool of blood as he put his hands to his neck.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Lucy." Bellatrix said with glee as she strolled into the room, Rita trailing a few feet behind her.

"Bellatrix!" Narcissa gasped, watching as her sister looked full of life, even as her haggard body and tattered clothing made her resemble a walking corpse.

Renewed gagging from Lucius drew her attention to him as Bellatrix stood over him.

"I warned you Lucy." Bella giggled. "That curse didn't just gouge out your neck. It made it so the scar was razor sharp."

Narcissa and Rita paled as they saw what Bellatrix meant. Lucius had gone to cover the gaping gash on his neck with his fingers, only for them to be sliced clean off by the wound.

Lucius was rolling around on the floor in agony, creating more and more wounds as anything his new injuries touched was sliced through like a hot knife through butter.

"It applies to the new wounds too, Lucy. You really should have studied your dark curses better."

"Bellatrix, what have you done? You've killed him!" Narcissa began to shake her sister, who looked down at Lucius with pride as the man bled out, cuts and gashes now littering his arms, neck and torso.

Suddenly, his body stopped writhing and was only twitching. Soon even the twitching stopped, and he settled into complete stillness.

"I hope you're happy, now we've got a sacred twenty-eight corpse on our hands!" Rita yelled in exasperation. She turned to Narcissa. "I don't care if this bitch is innocent, she's a fucking psychopath!"

Bellatrix pouted, her eyes regaining some semblance of humanity. "Hey, I resent that! You try spending ten years dreaming up elaborate revenge fantasies without coming out with a little bit of pent up aggression."

"I'd say that this-" Rita gestured towards the mangled blonde corpse in an ever-growing pool of blood. "-Is a bit more than pent up aggression."

Bellatrix shrugged while Narcissa let out a heaving breath. She'd forgotten just how…Bellatrix her sister could be.

"Where the hell are you going?" Rita yelled as Narcissa made her way to the door.

"I'm calling in my sister and my grandfather. We're going to need help with this one."

Bella hopped up on both feet. "Nothing gets the Black family together quite like covering up a murder!"

Rita closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. An image of Harry's glorious cock flashed in her mind, and it helped keep her steady. She'd already thrown her lot in with them, she needed to be a team player.

…

Arcturus and Andi trailed behind Narcissa as she led them through the halls of Malfoy Manor.

Arcturus sniffed as he glanced at the elaborately decorated hallway, filled to the brim with monuments to the Malfoy's great wealth.

"Lucius certainly never heard of subtlety." Arcturus commented as he glanced at a three-tiered golden chandelier studded with diamonds.

"Or taste." Andromeda added as she looked at the garishly decorated drapes.

Ahead of them, Narcissa was walking stiffly, refusing to turn her head in fear they would see her flushed cheeks. She'd been the one to decorate the whole house.

They made it to the room where Bella, Rita and Lucius' corpse were awaiting. Upon seeing Andi, Bellatrix bowled her sister over with a bone crushing hug, though her frail state meant that it was Bellatrix's bones that were being crushed.

"Oh, wow. We're going to need to put you on some nutrient potions, aren't we?" Andi laughed as she put her arms around her wincing sister.

"You always knew how to treat me right, Andi. Not like this one. This one never fed me grapes in bed, even when I begged her to." Bella shot Narcissa a mock glare.

It all came rushing back to Narcissa. Her older sisters loved to gang up on her.

What had she unleashed?

"Yes, yes, I love you too granddaughter. Very warm greeting for the man who was instrumental in getting you out of that hellhole."

Bella looked at her grandfather and gave him a grunt of acknowledgement. "You look older than death, old man."

"And I still look better than you."

Suddenly, all four Blacks began to bark with laughter, leaving a bewildered Rita to stare at the Black family madness in full force as they continued to laugh, hard enough for Bella to hold her sides in pain.

"Can we focus on the very rich corpse we have to deal with here?" Rita asked, waving her hands to try to regain their attention.

Arcturus tapped his cane on the floor, making the three Black sisters straighten up and stand at attention.

"Right, let's get to work cleaning up this mess." He barked.

Andromeda turned to Narcissa. "I assume you've got decent potion stores?"

Narcissa nodded. "Dobby!"

The house elf popped into existence. He tugged down on his large, bat-like ears upon seeing his master's corpse, his already big eyes appearing twice their size.

Narcissa didn't give him time to react. "Dobby, show Andromeda to where we keep our potions ingredients, she can take whatever she wants."

Dobby nodded robotically, still unable to process the body of his ever so cruel master laid out on the floor.

"You, you're the reporter, right? You're good at politics?" Arcturus asked Rita.

Ritta nodded. "You're the reclusive Lord Black, right? Is it true-"

"We're going to figure out what we can do with this. There are certain…thresholds that, once passed, will make it impossible to cover up Lucius' murder."

"Right, all the Lord stuff."

"Exactly."

"Ooh! Ooh! What can I do?" Bellatrix asked excitedly.

"You've done enough!" Arcturus said firmly, stamping on her foot with his cane. "You," he gestured towards Narcissa. "Get her washed up so we don't have to deal with that stench anymore."

"Mean as ever, gramps." Bellatrix rubbed her foot as Narcissa led her upstairs.

…

"Mistress, the plan." Penelope insisted for what felt like the fourth time.

"Huh?" Nym looked up from her place on the couch, where she was on all fours with Harry's cock firmly lodged inside of her ass. She'd already taken three loads in her pussy and one in her mouth, she figured she'd let Harry give her ass a try.

As always, Darcia and Penelope had worked themselves, separately, to multiple orgasms. But Nymphadora had called this meeting for a reason, and it was high time they get on with it.

"Oh right…gah! J-Just hold on one sec." Nym braced against the couch while Harry's cock clapped violently against her asscheeks. The metamorph had made sure to make her ass massive enough for Harry to grip onto for dear life as he gave her rosebud the pounding it deserved.

She lay her head contentedly on the cushion as he let herself be overtaken by her lover. She was already deep in the clouds when Harry finally filled her bowels up with a nice thick load of cum.

Darcia and Penelope waited as patiently as they could while Tonks turned around and wrapped her arms around Harry, pulling the boy on top of her into a deep cuddle.

Penelope cleared her throat. "Mistress, may I do it?"

"Sure, sure. Go ahead Penny." She said as she rubbed cheeks with Harry.

Penelope sighed as she walked over to a whiteboard. She tapped it with her wand, where a series of crude stick drawings began to emerge.

"My cousin drew this herself?" Darcia asked sarcastically.

"Mistress always likes to diagram out her plans. Anyways," penelope slapped her wand against the first crudely drawn figure, who's giant nose and stink lines identified as Snape.

"The plan is as follows: On October 31st-"

"Wait, we have to wait til Halloween?" Darcia grumbled. That was still weeks away!

"We get one shot at this, cousin. So stop bitching and let the experts do the thinking." Nym shot her cousin a stern glare as she settled into running her hands over Harry's hair.

"As I was saying. On the 31st of October, we traditionally bring in large shipments of firewhisky to spread amongst the houses for Halloween parties." She tapped the bottle of firewhisky, drawn without a single straight line.

"Over the years, Snape has been especially adamant in his crusade to stop our shipments on that day. In previous years, he has been successful in intercepting some of what we sneak in."

"But most of it always makes it through." Nym said proudly.

"So, we will have it leaked to Snape that the Weasley twins are bringing our shipment in via the Astronomy Tower, with Harry playing as a decoy all the way down in the Dungeons."

"Wait, that doesn't make any sense. He'll just go after the twins."

Tonks and Penny both looked at her as if she were dense. "Darcia, honey. You've known Snape for about a month, which should be enough for you to realize what drives him." Tonks spoke to her as if she were talking to a toddler.

"Snape will go after me, just because he hates me that much?" Harry asked.

"Exactly," Penelope said. "When he intercepts Harry, Harry will be carrying an unmarked bottle with a golden yellow liquid inside. Harry will deny he is carrying firewhisky, prompting Snape to snatch the bottle, open the lid and have a sniff. But, instead-"

"KABOOM!" Tonks gestured wildly as Penny pointed towards the final image, which had been animated to show stick-Snape exploding into a million tiny pieces.

"What if Snape doesn't sniff it? And isn't that a bit risky for Harry?"

"Snape always sniffs it, he's all about the theatrics. Every single time he's confiscated our stuff, he's taken a whiff in front of the student." Penny explained.

"And I would never put my Harry in jeopardy!" Tonks added, squeezing Harry close to her bosom, which she'd grown enough to have him sink into it. "The bottle won't explode until the cork is lifted. And it'll only explode in the direction of where it's opened. As long as the bottle doesn't break, Harry will be fine."

Darcia had many doubts, but in the end, she decided she'd trust her older cousin to know what she was doing.

"How do you even come up with schemes this wacky?"

"You have it in you too, dear cousin. It's a fundamental Black family trait."

…

Lucius' corpse had turned stiff as all around him, Rita and the Blacks got to work.

Andromeda had two cauldrons bubbling, with a third already empty as she'd brewed the first regiment of Bellatrix's nutrient potion. The eldest Black sister already looked much better after a deep scrubbing from Narcissa had cleaned up the years of collected grime from Azkaban.

Bellatrix was sipping on her potion from a pouch with a straw as she lounged on the couch while Narcissa tried to tackle her giant mess of curly hair.

"Andi, this tastes wonderful-" Bellatrix hissed as Narcissa gave a particularly rough brush of her hair. "Would you watch it, Cissy?" She shot her sister a glare.

"You're the one with this absolute atrocity you call a head of hair."

"I was in Azkaban!"

"Bella, you know you weren't the best at hair care, even before prison." Andi quipped as she stirred a cauldron. "And I made sure your vitamin potions tasted good. Only the best for my older sister."

Bellatrix smiled through another sip. "Thank you Andi-Ow!" She swatted at Narcissa after yet another pull at her cranium.

"I'm really starting to think the Dementor's kiss would have been an upgrade." Narcissa grumbled through gritted teeth.

"Oh, come off it, Cissy, you know I love you."

"What exactly are you brewing there?" Rita rejoined the conversation as she and Arcturus walked back into the room.

"Polyjuice." Andromeda answered.

"Doesn't that take a month?" Rita asked with raised eyebrows.

Andromeda grinned. "It usually does, but these are two special batches."

Andi aimed her wand and cut off a few strands of Lucius' blonde hair. "Cissa, toss me one of Bella's hairs from that brush, please."

Narcissa did as asked, levitating a long, curly strand over to Andromeda.

Andi filled a vial from one cauldron and placed it on a stand. She snatched Bella's hair from the air and dropped it into the vial, which turned a murky purple.

"This is what's called a hot shot. I used all the same ingredients for a polyjuice and introduced them in the same order. The only factor that was missing was time."

"And that'll make a working potion?" Rita asked skeptically.

"For our purposes, yes. This potion will turn the drinker into Bellatrix. It'll also burn through their entire digestive tract." Andi glanced down at Lucius' body. "You can see how that won't be a problem in this case."

The others looked on with interest as Andromeda poured the potion down Lucius' throat. Some of it spilled out of the many holes in his body, but enough must have been absorbed, because the corpse began to shift. Bones cracked, limbs shortened, hair both lengthened and darkened.

After a moment, they were all staring down at a mangled Bellatrix corpse.

"Ooh it looks so scary." Bella said as she inspected her own dead body. "Don't recommend this for any of you."

"So step one is, we present this corpse as Bellatrix." Rits began.

Arcturus nodded as he stepped over to the other potion. "And this one will make the partial change?" He asked Andi.

Andi nodded back. "Incomplete polyjuice. It'll only change the persons' face, and only for a few minutes. It won't even change the voice. But if Lucius were to be bedridden with an IV drip full of the stuff after a long duel where he valiantly bested the evil Bellatrix Black…"

"As if that could have ever happened." Bellatrix scoffed, offended that they would even consider the thought of Lucius defeating her.

"Who's drinking that one?" Narcissa asked.

"I think it should be grandfather. He'll be able to act like Lucius' the best, as long as we change his voice around a little." Andi suggested.

"I'll floo the Minister. The rest of you, make yourselves sparse until he leaves." Narcissa directed a gaze to Rita and her sisters.

An hour later, a very relieved Fudge left Malfoy Manor. He had brought in an entire squad of aurors to collect Bellatrix's corpse, terrified of the woman even in death. He'd then commended the bedridden Lucius, who'd told him he'd be out of commission for at least a few weeks while he recovered.

After the Minister left, they were all back in the foyer, seated in a circle as they debated the next step.

"We have until the 15th of October. That is the end of the fiscal year, when all Lords must send in their yearly financials to Gringotts and the Ministry." Arcturus explained.

Narcissa understood at once. "We can't forge Lucius' signature, and the report must come in, which means I would have to sign it."

"Exactly, once they get a report signed by Lady Malfoy, it'll raise all kinds of alarm bells and inquiries."

"So what are we going to do to 'kill' Lucy before then?" Bellatrix asked, laying upside down with her feet up on the backrest of the couch.

Rita was the one who spoke up now. "Lord Black and I have come up with a tentative plan. Lucius had many male lovers, all of whom I know about. We could engineer some sort of lover's quarrel-"

"Absolutely not!" Lucius' voice cut through their conversation. Five heads snapped to the source of the voice, and at the entryway, they saw an absolutely fuming Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius looked just as he had this morning, clad in expensive silk robes, not a single strand of his perfectly coiffed hair out of place. He even had his cane with him, though neither it nor his feet were touching the floor.

Lucius was also looking rather translucent and discolored, and upon further inspection, they saw that he was in fact floating a few feet off the ground.

"Lucy! You're a ghost!"