The Order of the Black Cat

by xWolfx93

During his first year at Hogwarts, Harry befriends Daphne Greengrass and encounters Jingles, a magical cat. Their revelations help Harry see the world isn't just black and white and give him what he always wanted: a family. Together, they form a secret society to better the wizarding world. The OC will be a brotherly figure to Harry. No SI. This is a longfic.

41. Plots and Plans

Chapter 41 – Plots and Plans

During breakfast at Black Castle, the clinking of cutlery mingled with the soft rustling of parchment as Walburga Black meticulously perused several letters. Her sharp, calculating eyes scanned each word, her expression a blend of intrigue and authority.

Rigel, sitting across from her, couldn't help but notice the stack of envelopes. "What are those about?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"These," Walburga began, holding up the letters with a flick of her wrist, "are invitations. One from the Malfoys and the other from the Longbottoms. They're hosting balls."

Rigel's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Balls? Now? Why would they invite us?" he questioned, genuinely baffled.

"It's only natural," Walburga replied with a hint of pride. "Both houses are leading figures in their respective political spheres. They seek to gather allies, and who better than the Blacks? The Longbottoms have extended their invitation to include Harry, while the Malfoys have invited our family alone."

Rigel's mind whirred, processing this information. He felt a gentle nudge in his thoughts, a familiar presence. Daphne's voice, cautious yet clear, echoed in his mind, "Rigel, I'm not sure what to make of the Malfoy invitation."

He looked back at Walburga. "What would you do in this situation? You have more experience in these political games."

Without hesitation, Walburga answered, "I would accept both. It's important to hear them out, understand their positions."

Before Rigel could respond, Sirius, who had been quietly nursing his coffee, interjected sharply. "It's too dangerous, especially the Malfoy Ball. Lucius is a known Death Eater, and he nearly killed you in the graveyard, Rigel."

Walburga's voice rose slightly, a hint of irritation lacing her tone. "It's highly unlikely they would organise a ball to assassinate Rigel. And if you're so concerned, Sirius, you should accompany us. The invitation is to the Black family, not just Rigel."

Sirius scoffed dismissively. "This isn't even worth discussing. Rigel will surely decline."

Rigel, feeling the weight of the decision, turned to Daphne and reached out to her through their bond. "Daphne, what do you think?" he asked earnestly. "Should we attend the Malfoy ball?"

He felt her cautious yet deliberate consideration. Daphne's voice, calm and considered, responded in his mind. "It might be wise to go, Rigel. We could gather valuable information, understand where other families stand. It's an opportunity to gauge the political landscape, and who knows, it might prove advantageous for us."

Rigel nodded, taking in her words and feeling a sense of reassurance from her counsel. Her perspective always provided clarity and direction, especially in moments of uncertainty.

After a moment of contemplation, Rigel declared, "I'll accept the invitation. There's much to learn, and I agree with Grandmother; an assassination is unlikely. But I'd feel safer if you were there, Dad."

Walburga's lips curled into a triumphant smile as Sirius sighed heavily, a grudging acceptance in his tone. "If you're sure it's for the best, then I'll be there." He added grumpily, "But it's going to be one boring ball."

Daphne, who had been listening intently, interjected with a practical concern. "When are these balls scheduled?"

Walburga, ever organised, quickly scanned the letters. "The Malfoy Ball is set for this coming weekend, while the Longbottoms have scheduled theirs for the end of the month, the 30th of July."

Rigel, with a sudden realisation, added, "That's Neville's birthday, isn't it? Is that deliberate?"

"Yes," Walburga confirmed with a nod. "It's common to use the birthday of an heir for political gains, as is the case here." She then turned her attention to Daphne. "Do you need anything new for your wardrobes, or are you set for these events?"

After a brief moment of contemplation, Daphne shook her head. "I believe we have suitable attire for both occasions."

"That's good," Walburga responded, a hint of relief in her voice. "Given the current situation, venturing out will necessitate an Auror escort."

Rigel's gaze then fell upon a third letter, which Walburga had scarcely glanced at. "What about that one?" he inquired.

With a look of disdain, Walburga picked up the letter. "This is from the Order." She handed it to Sirius. "You can deal with this."

Sirius unfolded the letter, skimming through its contents. "Dumbledore is pleased about using Grimmauld Place as the Order's headquarters. He wants to add a Fidelius Charm for extra security, with himself as the Secret Keeper. We would, of course, be privy to the secret, as it's our family's property."

Walburga scoffed dismissively. "I can't believe you agreed to this, Rigel. Let them have that rundown old house, but they're not setting foot in the castle."

Rigel nodded in agreement. "The intention was never to give them access to Black Castle. Our goal aligns with theirs – to stop Voldemort. If providing a meeting place aids that cause, I see no reason to object."

Sirius continued, "There's more. The letter invites you, Daphne, and Harry to attend the first Order meeting at Grimmauld Place."

Walburga immediately expressed her concern. "I don't trust those people."

Rigel, with a charismatic tone, replied, "Your logic still stands, Grandmother. We should hear them out. There could be valuable insights to gain, much like at the balls."

Walburga scoffed again, yet conceded. "If you must go, then Sirius must accompany you at all times. He shouldn't leave your side."

Sirius chuckled, slightly amused. "Where's this sudden trust in me coming from?"

With a resigned tone, Walburga retorted, "I'd prefer not to rely on you, but we're left with little choice. The children's safety is paramount."

Daphne gracefully extended her hand towards Walburga. "May I have the letters? As the future Lady Black, it's appropriate for me to draft the responses."

Walburga, with a nod of approval, passed the letters to her. Daphne then turned to Sirius. "Is it alright if I include a response for Harry to the Longbottom invitation? Since he's not here and you're Regent Potter."

Sirius, his expression softening, nodded in agreement. "I'm sure Harry would want to attend, especially to support Neville on his birthday. The politics might be secondary to him, but his presence for Neville is important."

Daphne acknowledged this with a nod. "I believe so too." She then excused herself from the table. "I'll prepare the responses right away. It's best they're sent out today." Rising from her seat, she gave Rigel a quick, affectionate kiss.

Rigel watched her leave, his eyes lingering on her until she disappeared from the dining room. The moment didn't go unnoticed, as Remus chuckled softly, and a broad smile spread across Sirius's face.

Rigel, slightly puzzled, asked, "What's so funny?"

Remus shook his head, still smiling. "Nothing's funny, Rigel. It's just heartwarming to see how you two are with each other. The love you share is quite evident."

Sirius nodded in agreement, his smile unwavering. "I couldn't wish for a better daughter-in-law."

Rigel's face lit up with a smile, his eyes still following the path Daphne had taken. "She's my better half, after all." This remark sparked laughter among the three of them, a moment of lightness in the midst of serious conversations. Meanwhile, Walburga, with a slight shake of her head, excused herself to her study, leaving the men to their amusement.

~~~o~~~

The day of the Malfoy Ball had finally arrived. Daphne, with her usual impeccable taste, had chosen a stunning ensemble for herself and a matching set of dress robes for Rigel. Their attire was elegantly coordinated in black with subtle purple accents, creating a striking and sophisticated look.

As Rigel laid eyes on Daphne in her dress, he couldn't help but express his admiration. "You look absolutely stunning," he said, his eyes sparkling with appreciation.

Daphne, with a graceful smile, replied, "And you look quite dashing yourself." Together, they made their way to the sitting room where Sirius and Walburga, also dressed in their finery, awaited them.

The four of them then took the Floo Network to the Malfoy Estate. Upon arrival, they were greeted by a house elf, who promptly led them to the grand ballroom.

Inside, Rigel and Daphne recognised many familiar faces. Their classmates like Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, and Blaise Zabini, along with their families, were present, mingling among numerous other prominent Dark families.

Amidst the crowd, a familiar voice called out, brimming with joy. "There you are, cousin!"

Draco Malfoy emerged from the throng, greeting them with formal politeness. "I'm delighted you could make it," he said, his voice carrying a note of genuine happiness.

Rigel, ever ready with a playful retort, responded, "Shame you missed the party in the Gryffindor Common Room."

Draco's eyes lit up with a mix of amusement and regret. "I heard it was quite the event—talk of Hogwarts for the rest of the year. I'll make sure not to miss the next one."

Before the conversation could drift further, Walburga interjected firmly, "There will be no more such parties. Rigel has learned his lesson and will not be breaking school rules again."

Rigel nodded in agreement with Walburga, but couldn't resist sending a conspiratorial wink Draco's way, signalling a shared understanding that, while rules were to be respected, the spirit of mischief was never far away.

As they mingled among the guests, Lucius Malfoy, the host of the evening, made his appearance, greeting the Black family with a veneer of cordiality. The tension in the air was almost tangible; after all, it hadn't been long since Rigel and Lucius had faced each other in a far more hostile setting.

Sirius and Daphne, standing protectively close to Rigel, were visibly on edge. The presence of Lucius, a known Death Eater who had nearly killed Rigel, was a stark reminder of the dangers they faced.

Lucius, perhaps sensing the undercurrents of tension, excused himself swiftly. "Do mingle," he urged, his tone smooth and practised. "There are many families here who share the Black family's esteemed values." With that, he departed.

As the evening progressed, various Lords from Dark families approached Rigel, each seeking to curry favour. Daphne remained steadfastly by his side, her presence a constant support. Among these Lords, some were clearly not Death Eaters, presenting potential allies for their cause. Mentally, both Daphne and Rigel noted who might be swayed to their side in the future.

Their networking was abruptly interrupted by an unpleasant surprise: the appearance of Lord and Lady Greengrass, Daphne's parents. The couple managed to remain outwardly polite, but internally, both Rigel and Daphne seethed with hatred for the people who had abused Daphne.

However, the conversation took an unexpected turn when Lord Greengrass mentioned that Astoria was also in attendance. The unpleasant encounter suddenly held a silver lining. Eager to see Astoria, they quickly excused themselves.

Rigel and Daphne began searching for Astoria. They eventually found her in a group with Blaise, Theodore, and Draco. Astoria looked visibly uncomfortable, particularly with Draco's unwelcome advances.

Feeling Daphne's protective anger surge through their bond, Rigel gently calmed her, assuring her that he would handle the situation.

Approaching the group with a cheerful demeanour, Rigel greeted them warmly, placing special emphasis on addressing Draco as 'cousin.' He then turned to Draco, his tone polite yet firm. "Would you mind if I steal my soon-to-be sister-in-law for a moment? Daphne and I would like to have a word with her."

Draco, caught slightly off guard, hesitated. His hand reluctantly left Astoria's side as he nodded. "Of course," he said, a hint of reluctance in his voice. "I have other guests to attend to anyway." With a final glance at Astoria, Draco moved away, allowing Rigel and Daphne to lead her to a more comfortable and private space.

Finding a secluded corner of the ballroom, Rigel, Daphne, and Astoria finally had a moment of privacy. Astoria immediately wrapped her arms around Daphne in a grateful embrace. "Thank you for getting me away from him," she whispered, relief evident in her voice.

Daphne, her protective instincts at the forefront, gently but firmly asked, "Why do you let Draco get so handsy, Tori? You shouldn't have to endure that."

Astoria's expression darkened. "I don't have much choice," she confessed, a hint of despair in her eyes. "Draco's taken a keen interest in betrothing me. And... our parents seem quite in favour of it. He's been treating me like I'm already his."

Daphne and Rigel exchanged a shocked glance. The idea of Astoria being bound to Draco, especially against her will, was abhorrent to them.

Rigel, ever the protector, reassured her, "Don't worry, Astoria. I'll see what I can do about this situation."

Wanting to lighten the mood, Daphne skilfully shifted the conversation to other, less troubling topics. They talked about school, friends, and some lighthearted memories, all in an effort to distract Astoria from her troubles.

Meanwhile, through their soulmate bond, Rigel and Daphne were already formulating a plan to rescue Astoria from this unwanted betrothal. The bond allowed them to communicate silently, sharing ideas and strategies on how best to support Astoria and counter the machinations of the Greengrass and Malfoy families. Their determination to protect Astoria was as unwavering as their love for each other.

Throughout the remainder of the Malfoy Ball, Rigel and Daphne made a conscious effort to stay close to Astoria. They engaged in light-hearted small talk, sharing stories and laughter, a deliberate attempt to steer Astoria's thoughts away from the daunting prospect of her potential betrothal.

As the evening wore on and the first of the guests began to take their leave, Lord and Lady Greengrass approached the trio. Lord Greengrass wore a polite, if somewhat insincere, smile. "It's time for us to depart," he announced. "But it's heartening to see Astoria getting along so well with her sister and soon-to-be brother-in-law."

Seizing the opportunity, Rigel interjected, "Actually, I'd like to extend an invitation to Astoria to visit us at Black Castle. I'll send an owl in the next few days to arrange it."

Lord Greengrass, perhaps recognising the political advantage of maintaining good relations with the Blacks, responded agreeably. "Of course, I see no harm in the girls spending time together."

Astoria's face brightened at her father's acquiescence, a spark of hope flickering in her eyes.

However, Lady Greengrass, ever the pragmatist, intervened. "As lovely as this is, we really must be going." Formal goodbyes were exchanged, and the Greengrass family made their way to the Floo Network, Astoria casting a longing glance back at Daphne and Rigel as she left.

Not long after their departure, Sirius approached Rigel and Daphne. "Looks like it's time for us to head out too," he suggested, glancing around at the thinning crowd.

Rigel nodded in agreement. "Let's find Grandmother and head home." As they prepared to leave, he couldn't help but reflect on the evening. "This ball has been quite insightful," he commented, his mind already turning over the information they had gathered and the plans they had begun to formulate.

~~~o~~~

The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room as Daphne and Rigel began their day together. While brushing their teeth side by side at the sink, Daphne brought up the pressing issue, her voice muffled by the toothbrush. "What are we going to do about Astoria's situation?"

Rigel, rinsing his mouth, looked at her in the mirror, his eyes thoughtful. "Our second-born will be the next Lord Greengrass," he pondered aloud, drying his face with a towel. "That should give me some influence in their family matters, shouldn't it?"

As they moved to their closet to select their attire for the day, Daphne responded with a hint of scepticism, carefully choosing a blouse. "Father's not one to let others meddle in his plans, unless he sees a benefit for himself."

Rigel, buttoning up his shirt, nodded in understanding. "Then we should consult with Grandmother Walburga," he suggested, straightening his collar. "Her experience in these political games could be invaluable."

Daphne, adjusting her skirt, smiled in agreement. "A wise idea," she said, her smile reflecting her appreciation for his strategic thinking.

Together, they finished getting dressed, their movements synchronised in comfortable familiarity. Heading downstairs for breakfast, they were united in their resolve. Discussing their plan with Walburga would be their first step in navigating the delicate situation surrounding Astoria's potential betrothal. Their shared concern for her well-being strengthened their determination as they made their way to the breakfast table.

As they gathered for breakfast, the morning light filtering through the windows, Walburga inquired about the previous evening's event. "So, how was the ball? Did you find it to your liking?"

Rigel, sipping his tea, replied thoughtfully. "Well, I can't say I was fond of most attendees, but it was enlightening. A number of Lords approached me, potential allies for the war ahead. Their views align with yours, Grandmother – traditionalistic, but crucially, they are not Death Eaters. They're looking to survive the coming war with minimal disruptions to their way of life."

Walburga nodded approvingly. "Very good. Continue honing your political acumen, and you two will be formidable."

Sirius, looking somewhat taken aback, interjected, "I had assumed most there would be Death Eaters or their sympathisers."

Walburga sighed, a trace of frustration in her voice. "That's precisely why I never wanted you as the next Lord Black, Sirius. You lack the necessary training in politics, and, well, you can't teach an old dog new tricks."

To everyone's surprise, Remus chuckled at this, and even Sirius appeared somewhat abashed. Rigel and Daphne exchanged a glance, both taken aback by the unusually light-hearted dynamic between Sirius and Walburga.

With breakfast drawing to a close but the family still gathered at the table, Rigel decided to broach the subject of Astoria's troubling situation. "At the ball, we learned of Astoria's potential betrothal to Draco. Is there anything we can do?"

"Meddling in the affairs of another family is generally frowned upon," Walburga cautioned, her tone serious.

Undeterred, Rigel pressed on. "But as my second-born son will one day be Lord Greengrass, wouldn't it be appropriate for me to assist in guiding the Greengrass family through difficult decisions?"

Walburga pondered this for a moment, then nodded slowly. "That's a valid angle, but tread carefully. I suggest inviting Lord Greengrass over for dinner. Such matters are often best discussed over a good meal and wine. Advise him that there are more politically advantageous matches for Astoria. His alliance with the Malfoys is already solidified through your betrothal to Daphne, as you are Draco's cousin. Marrying Astoria into another family would be more beneficial."

Rigel and Daphne's faces brightened at this suggestion, hope rekindling in their eyes. "Thank you, Grandmother," Rigel said with genuine gratitude. "That's an excellent idea."

Retiring to their room after breakfast, Rigel and Daphne sat down to compose a letter to Lord Greengrass. They carefully crafted their words, extending a formal invitation for the Greengrass family to dine with them in a few days. They also suggested, quite diplomatically, that Astoria could stay with them afterward for a period deemed suitable by her father.

After several thoughtful revisions, ensuring the tone was both respectful and persuasive, they finally felt satisfied with the letter. Handing it to one of the family owls, they watched it take flight, its wings beating a steady rhythm as it disappeared into the sky. Both felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety, eagerly awaiting Lord Greengrass' response.

Once the owl was out of sight, Daphne turned to Rigel, her expression lined with concern. "What if we can't convince Father not to betroth Astoria to Draco? What then?"

Rigel's expression darkened, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "There's only one other route I can think of," he admitted slowly. "But it's extreme, and fraught with complications. Let's hope it doesn't come to that. We might be able to persuade him or, if necessary, offer something in return."

Daphne nodded, understanding the depth of their resolve. They were committed to saving Astoria, fully aware that the path they might have to tread could lead them into murky, possibly unlawful, territories. The determination in their eyes spoke of their willingness to do whatever it took to protect her.

~~~o~~~

A few days later, at the Davis Estate, the sun shone brightly over the sparkling waters of the pool where Harry and Tracey were enjoying their time. Tracey, a known swimming enthusiast, glided through the water with ease, her fondness for the activity evident. Harry had come to learn of her love for swimming during the summers they spent together, especially her affinity for the lake at Black Castle. While he wasn't as keen on swimming, he didn't mind it in the least, especially given the delightful view of Tracey enjoying herself.

As they climbed out of the pool, Tracey turned to Harry, water droplets glistening on her skin. "When did you tell Sirius you'd be back at Black Castle?" she inquired, towelling off.

Harry shrugged, a casual grin on his face. "I didn't, actually. Sirius is pretty laid back about these things."

Tracey's expression shifted subtly, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice. "Maybe we should head back soon... together."

Harry, sensing her mood, asked gently, "What's up?"

Tracey sighed, her frustration becoming more apparent. "I just really want to get out of here," she confessed. "My parents still don't believe Voldemort is back, which is infuriating. Plus, we hardly get any alone time here, and sleeping in separate rooms is just... frustrating. And it's so much harder to, you know, have sex here compared to Black Castle. I hate that. Hogwarts is restrictive enough; I at least want the freedom during the summer."

Harry's cheeks flushed a warm shade of red, but he couldn't deny that he shared her sentiments. "Lunch is soon," he suggested. "We could bring up going back to Black Castle just before dinner."

Tracey shook her head, a plan already forming in her mind. "That won't work. You'll have to pretend that Sirius is calling you back. They'll be hesitant to let me go, but they know better than to get on my bad side. I can be quite persuasive when I want something."

Harry thought better of voicing his agreement with her ability to be persuasive. Instead, he nodded, "Alright, let's do that."

During lunch, as they were finishing their meal, Harry seized the moment to initiate their plan. "I need to head back to Black Castle before dinner today. Sirius sent word that he needs me there."

Tracey's reaction was instantaneous, her eyes widening in a well-feigned display of shock. She turned to her parents, her voice tinged with a blend of earnestness and dramatic flair. "Oh, please, can't I go with Harry? I don't want to be apart from him again so soon. We've only just started spending time together this summer, and it means so much to me."

Her mother looked uncertain, exchanging a glance with her father. Tracey pressed on, her plea earnest and persuasive. "I promise we'll be responsible. And you know I'll be safe at Black Castle. It's just... I'd miss him terribly if we were separated now."

There was a brief, tense pause as her parents considered. Finally, her father let out a resigned sigh. "Alright, Tracey," he conceded, a note of reluctant acceptance in his voice. "Pack your things after lunch, and you can Floo over with Harry this evening."

Tracey's face lit up with joy, her excitement genuine and infectious. She leapt up from her chair and ran over to her father, wrapping her arms around him in a grateful hug. "Thank you, Dad! Thank you, Mum!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with happiness.

Harry watched the scene unfold with a mixture of amusement and admiration for Tracey's convincing performance. He couldn't help but smile, both at her enthusiasm and the success of their plan. Their summer was about to become much more enjoyable, away from the constraints of the Davis household and back in the familiar and free environment of Black Castle.

~~~o~~~

Rigel and Daphne sat in the sitting room of Black Castle, dressed impeccably in some of their finest clothes. The anticipation was palpable as they awaited the arrival of the Greengrass family for dinner.

Suddenly, the Floo Network roared to life, and to their surprise, it was Harry and Tracey who stepped out, laden with bags. Harry looked momentarily puzzled upon seeing Rigel and Daphne in their formal attire.

"Uh, why are you two dressed up?" Harry asked, his confusion evident.

Rigel, noticing Harry's curiosity, offered an explanation, his voice carrying a mix of determination and seriousness. "We've invited the Greengrass family over for dinner tonight," he began. "There's a situation with Astoria that we're trying to navigate. She's found herself in a rather tough spot, and I have a plan to help her out."

Harry listened intently, his earlier question about their formal attire now making sense. Rigel's tone suggested the importance and sensitivity of the matter.

Rigel continued, "It's crucial that we all play our parts this evening, especially with the Greengrass family. Astoria's wellbeing could depend on it. Harry, I know how you feel about them, but it's important that you act as friendly as possible, despite... well, despite them being less than agreeable people."

Harry's face softened with understanding, and he nodded, ready to support Rigel's plan in any way he could. The mention of Astoria's plight had stirred his protective instincts.

Then, shifting the topic, Harry addressed his earlier departure from Black Castle. "Before we go on, I need to say sorry to both of you," he said, his voice laden with sincerity. "I was too harsh the last time we talked. I let my emotions get the better of me."

Rigel and Daphne exchanged a glance, both appreciating Harry's apology. "It's alright, Harry," Daphne replied gently. "We understand. These are tense times, and we're all under a lot of pressure."

Rigel nodded in agreement, his expression softening. "We're family, Harry. It's okay to have those moments. What matters is that we're here for each other, through thick and thin."

In the midst of this exchange, Daphne and Tracey shared a warm, heartfelt hug, a greeting between best friends reunited.

No sooner had they parted than the Floo roared to life once more, announcing the arrival of Lord and Lady Greengrass, accompanied by Astoria, who was also carrying a bag.

"Good evening," Lord Greengrass greeted them, his eyes landing on Tracey with a hint of surprise. "It's a pleasant surprise to see you here, Tracey. Here to visit Daphne, I presume?"

Tracey nodded in agreement, echoing the greeting with a polite smile.

Rigel then turned to Kreacher, who also had been waiting in the sitting room, and instructed him to take the bags to their respective rooms. "Kreacher, please take Harry's, Tracey's, and Astoria's bags to their rooms," he said.

Kreacher bowed low, his voice a raspy whisper. "Of course, Master Rigel." With a flick, he levitated the bags and disappeared with a soft pop, carrying out the task efficiently.

With the initial greetings and formalities concluded, Rigel led the group towards the dining room. The atmosphere was a mix of polite civility and underlying tension, with much to be discussed and decided over the course of the evening.

The dinner was set up impeccably, as Rigel had taken Walburga's advice to heart. The table was laden with an assortment of the finest foods, and the wine, of exceptional quality, flowed generously. Everyone seemed to enjoy the meal, the atmosphere relaxed yet elegant.

As they dined, Astoria glanced at Daphne, who was sipping her wine, and then at her mother. Lady Greengrass caught her daughter's eye and, with a stern expression, allowed, "You may try a glass, Astoria, but remember to not overdo it."

Kreacher, ever attentive, poured a glass for Astoria. To the surprise of many at the table, she took a larger sip than expected. Harry thought to himself that she had probably acquired a taste for wine at the Gryffindor Common Room party.

As dinner neared its conclusion, Rigel turned his attention to Lord Greengrass. The atmosphere held a subtle tension as he broached a delicate subject. "Lord Greengrass," Rigel began, "I understand that Scion Potter is not directly a part of the family, but would you prefer if he were to leave, or is it acceptable for him to stay?"

Lord Greengrass pondered briefly, then asked, "What exactly is it that you wish to discuss?"

Rigel was forthright. "I've come to know of Astoria's situation, and I'd like to offer some advice regarding it."

Lord Greengrass, his gaze lingering on Harry for a moment, responded with a measured tone. "Normally, I would prefer such discussions to be kept within the family. However, I've come to understand that you and Scion Potter share a close bond, Lord Black. Given that, I'm willing to tolerate his presence for this conversation."

Rigel leaned forward slightly, his demeanour both respectful and earnest. "Lord Greengrass, I understand there has been talk of betrothing Astoria to Draco Malfoy," he began, his voice calm and persuasive. "While I appreciate the significance of such a union, I would like to respectfully suggest that it may not be the most advantageous course of action for the Greengrass family."

Lord Greengrass raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Go on," he prompted, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

Rigel continued, his words measured. "The Greengrass family already has a strong alliance with the Malfoys, particularly through my betrothal to Daphne. As Draco and I are cousins, this alliance is already well-established. It might be more beneficial to consider aligning Astoria with a family with whom you do not yet have such a strong connection. This could open up new opportunities and strengthen the Greengrass family's position in our society even further."

Lord Greengrass, his interest piqued by Rigel's arguments, leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp and inquisitive. "Lord Black," he began, his voice carrying a note of curiosity, "you've put forth a compelling argument against the betrothal. But tell me, why do you take such a personal interest in this matter? What's driving your concern for Astoria's future?"

Rigel responded earnestly, "The future alliances of the Greengrass family will eventually be mine as well. Also, I've grown quite fond of Astoria, my soon-to-be sister-in-law. I'm not convinced that Draco is the best match for her, both romantically and politically."

After considering Rigel's arguments, Lord Greengrass nodded. "Very well, I'll think about it. Your points are well made, and to be frank, the offers from Lord Malfoy have been less than agreeable so far."

Lord and Lady Greengrass then rose, expressing their gratitude for the dinner. "Thank you for a delightful evening," Lord Greengrass said. "Astoria, enjoy your stay at Black Castle." With those parting words, they stepped into the Floo and returned home, leaving Astoria visibly relieved and the rest of the group quietly satisfied with the outcome of the evening.

As soon as Lord and Lady Greengrass disappeared into the Floo, Astoria released a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding and quickly closed the distance between herself and Daphne. She wrapped her arms around her sister in a tight embrace, relief and gratitude mingling in her expression.

After a moment, Astoria turned to Rigel, her eyes shining with thanks. She hugged him warmly, saying, "Thank you so much, Rigel. You've no idea how much this means to me."

Rigel returned her smile, his own eyes reflecting genuine care. "I'm glad I could help, but really, it was Walburga's idea that set the stage. We owe her the credit."

Breaking the embrace, Astoria then turned to Walburga, her gratitude evident. "Thank you, Walburga," she said politely, her voice sincere.

Then, a mischievous glint appeared in Astoria's eyes. "Is there any wine left over?" she asked, a playful tone in her voice.

The room filled with gentle laughter at her question. Daphne, still smiling, teased her sister. "I didn't realise you had developed such a taste for wine."

Astoria, her grin widening, replied, "Ever since that party in the Gryffindor Common Room, I've found I quite like it. But I couldn't exactly ask for it at home, could I?"

At this, Tracey, ever the instigator of fun, picked up the last bottle of wine. "This sounds like the perfect start to a girls' evening," she announced with a grin. She beckoned to Daphne and Astoria, "Come on, let's continue this in a more comfortable setting."

With chuckles and light hearts, the sisters and Tracey left the room, their steps light and their spirits lifted, ready to enjoy an evening of sisterhood and shared confidences.

Rigel beckoned for Kreacher, the loyal house-elf, who appeared with a quiet pop. "Kreacher, could you prepare a bottle of firewhiskey and two glasses on the balcony, please?" Rigel requested, his tone respectful yet firm.

Kreacher nodded obediently, disappearing to carry out the task. Rigel then turned to Harry, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "We were going to have a talk anyway. Why not do it on the balcony, enjoy the summer evening?"

Harry, sensing the importance of the conversation ahead, nodded and followed Rigel out to the balcony. The scene was set perfectly: a small table between two chairs, with a bottle of firewhiskey and two glasses awaiting them.

Rigel took a seat, and Harry followed suit. As Rigel began pouring the firewhiskey, he remarked, "I can never tire of this view. Black Castle is particularly striking in the dark of the evening."

Harry took a sip of his drink, agreeing with a simple nod, his eyes taking in the grandeur of the view.

Rigel then began to update Harry on recent events. He detailed their experiences at the Malfoy Ball, the concerning situation regarding Astoria's potential betrothal, the upcoming Longbottom Ball, and, more sombrely, his and Daphne's exploration into the Dark Arts, specifically practising the Unforgivable Curses.

Rigel sighed, a hint of remorse in his voice. "You were right, Harry. These curses are dangerous. Daphne was my anchor; without her, I might have lost myself to their allure." He looked at Harry earnestly. "I promise you, we'll only use them when absolutely necessary."

Harry, visibly relieved by Rigel's words, nodded, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders.

The conversation then shifted to Harry, with Rigel inquiring about his time at Tracey's place. Harry opened up, sharing stories and experiences, and the brothers talked deep into the night.

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the castle, the laughter and chatter of the girls' evening echoed, a parallel to the brothers' bonding. Both groups, in their own ways, were strengthening ties and sharing confidences, the summer night serving as a backdrop to moments of connection and understanding.

~~~o~~~

Harry awoke the next morning to the most comforting sensation he knew – Tracey sleeping peacefully in his arms. Despite her slipping into bed after he had fallen asleep, there was an undeniable magic in waking up beside someone you loved. He lay there for a while, simply enjoying the warmth and closeness.

Eventually, Harry gently stirred Tracey awake, adhering to her insistence on being woken up softly, despite her penchant for sleeping in. Together, they prepared for breakfast, enjoying the simple routine of starting their day side by side.

After breakfast, Rigel, Daphne, and Astoria joined Tracey and Harry in Harry's room for a more serious discussion. They gathered to brainstorm the skills they would need to focus on in preparation for the inevitable confrontation with Voldemort.

Tracey, with a hint of caution in her voice, brought up the Unforgivable Curses. "Maybe we should consider using the Unforgivables... fighting fire with fire," she suggested tentatively.

Daphne nodded in agreement. "Rigel and I have already started studying and practising them," she revealed. "We can teach you all later."

Harry's expression turned grim. "It seems so wrong," he said, the distaste for dabbling in the Dark Arts clear in his voice, "but if it's needed to fight Voldemort..."

He then shifted the conversation. "We should also finish our Animagus training. We're close to mastering it, except for Tracey, who's just discovered her form."

Rigel agreed, "Even if our Animagus forms aren't suited for combat, they could be invaluable for surveillance or as a means of escape."

Tracey pouted playfully. "How do you know my form doesn't have combat potential? Maybe I'm a tiger, or a spider or something!"

Rigel chuckled, "Well, the soul bond between Daphne and me has grown quite strong. So, whatever one of us knows, the other does too. You seemed pretty proud of your otter form last night, Tracey. I'm looking forward to seeing your transformation."

Tracey beamed triumphantly at this, while Daphne added Animagus transformation to their growing list of skills to master.

Astoria then chimed in with her own suggestion. "What about communication? We might need a quick way to get in touch over intermediate distances."

"That's an excellent idea," Daphne responded, her eyes lighting up. "I've read that the Patronus Charm can be used for messaging, but only if you can conjure a corporeal Patronus."

The group nodded in agreement, each taking a moment to consider the importance of these skills. They were determined to be as prepared as possible for the challenges that lay ahead in their fight against Voldemort.

Before diving into their training, the group took a moment to discuss Hermione and Neville. "What about Hermione and Neville?" Harry asked, concerned about their absence in the preparation.

Daphne reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope, its edges slightly crinkled from travel. She carefully opened it and drew out its contents, laying them on the table for the group to see. "Hermione sent this from France," she announced, a smile touching her lips as she unfolded the letter and displayed a postcard alongside a photograph.

The postcard depicted a picturesque scene – a pristine beach with waves gently lapping at the shore, the sun casting a warm, golden glow as it set in the distance. In elegant handwriting, Hermione had scribbled a brief message about the joys of the French coast and the relaxation it brought her and her family.

Beside the postcard was a photo of Hermione with her parents. They were all smiling, the kind of genuine, carefree smiles that come from enjoying a moment of pure contentment. Hermione, in a light summer dress, stood between her parents, her hair tousled lightly by the sea breeze, the backdrop of the beach painting a serene picture.

Daphne then unfolded the letter, her eyes scanning Hermione's familiar handwriting. "She writes about exploring the local towns, trying new foods, and just taking a break from everything," Daphne shared. "It sounds like she's really enjoying the time away with her family."

The group listened as Daphne recounted bits from Hermione's letter, her voice tinged with a soft longing. It was clear that Hermione's vacation was a well-deserved escape, a chance to recharge and experience the world beyond the confines of Hogwarts and the brewing tensions back home.

"She seems to be having a good time," Daphne concluded, placing the letter, postcard, and photo back into the envelope with care. There was a collective sense of happiness for Hermione, even as they missed her presence. Her adventures in France brought a touch of normalcy and lightness to the group's conversation, a brief respite from their intense training and the ever-present shadow of the coming conflict.

Rigel sighed slightly, his expression turning more serious. "As for Neville, his grandmother is keeping him close. With everything that's happening, she doesn't want him out of her sight. So, for the time being, we'll have to manage our practice without them."

With this update shared, they then proceeded to their Animagus training. They spent the next few hours in intense practice, focusing deeply on the complex magic required for the transformation.

Tracey, with determined effort, managed to transfigure individual limbs into those of an otter. Meanwhile, Harry, Daphne, and Rigel achieved a significant milestone in their Animagus training – they could now transfigure their clothes along with their bodies. Although the clothes didn't always return to their original state perfectly, it was a substantial improvement that would help avoid embarrassing situations in the future.

After a considerable amount of time spent on Animagus practice, they shifted their focus to the Patronus Charm. Harry, having the most experience with the spell, naturally took the lead in this part of their training session. Rigel, Daphne, and Tracey could already produce non-corporeal Patronuses, but Astoria was just starting to learn the spell.

Harry explained the nuances involved in casting a corporeal Patronus. "It requires a lot more power," he said, "and a memory that's not just happy, but deeply meaningful and filled with love. You all have the magical power needed, it's finding the right memory that's key."

He then turned his attention to Astoria, patiently guiding her through the basics of the spell from the very beginning.

The hours flew by as they practised, and before they knew it, dinner time was nearing. Although they had made significant progress, they decided it was best to take a break and continue their Patronus training the following day. Tired but satisfied with their accomplishments, the group disbanded to freshen up and prepare for dinner, their minds already looking forward to resuming their training.

As Tracey and Harry settled into bed that night, Tracey let out a thoughtful sigh. She turned to Harry, a curious look in her eyes. "Who do you think would make a good boyfriend for Hermione?"

Harry, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation, asked in surprise, "Where's this coming from all of a sudden?"

Tracey explained, her voice earnest. "Ever since I saw that postcard, I can't stop thinking that Hermione really needs a boyfriend. Both of her best friends are in relationships, and whenever we girls talk about sex, Hermione seems so interested. She's just too shy to take the first step, so I think I need to play matchmaker for her."

Harry pondered for a moment before replying, "I'm not really sure what type of guy Hermione would like. She seemed to get along with Viktor Krum, and that was a surprise to me. Honestly, when it comes to Hermione's feelings or love life, I'm as clueless as anyone."

Tracey hummed thoughtfully. "Then we'll have to be methodical about it, something Hermione would appreciate. We'll make a list of potential matches, from most likely to least, and somehow get her to go on dates with them. We're bound to find someone suitable for her that way."

Harry chuckled, amused by the idea yet doubtful of its success. "Hermione's probably going to hate this plan," he said with a grin. "But I'll leave the matchmaking to you."

Tracey's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in, giving Harry a playful yet affectionate kiss. "Good boy," she teased, her voice light and flirtatious. She shifted closer to Harry, her demeanour changing subtly.

The privacy and comfort of being together at Black Castle, away from prying eyes and interruptions, seemed to have ignited a different kind of desire in Tracey. Her hand gently traced patterns on Harry's arm, her touch light yet suggestive.

Harry, sensing the shift in her mood, turned to face her, his own expression mirroring her growing intensity. The air between them was charged with an unspoken understanding, a mutual longing that had been building over the time they were forced to sleep apart.

As they lay there, enveloped in the stillness of the night, Tracey leaned in closer to Harry, her breath warm against his ear. In a flirtatious, playful whisper, she murmured, "Why don't we make the most of this night, Harry? I've been thinking about being alone with you like this for far too long."

Her words, soft and sensually charged, sent a thrill through Harry. The intention behind them was unmistakable. In that moment, thoughts of sleep vanished, eclipsed by the immediacy of their connection and the deep, unspoken emotions they shared.

The rest of the night unfolded with a mix of tenderness and passion, a celebration of the privacy they finally had. As they gave in to their emotions and desires, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the moment and each other.

~~~o~~~

The next morning, after a hearty breakfast, the group quickly reconvened for their training session. They were more determined than ever to master the conjuring of a corporeal Patronus.

Having spent considerable time reflecting on their shared experiences, Daphne and Rigel were ready with a particularly strong and happy memory. Their efforts paid off seamlessly as they both successfully conjured corporeal Patronuses – both were cats, mirroring their Animagus forms.

Astoria watched in awe, clearly impressed by their accomplishment. Tracey, offering her congratulations, turned to Harry with a playful grin. "Guess we should have made some happy memories last night," she joked.

Harry chuckled in response. "You've got plenty to choose from already," he teased back.

With continued practice, about an hour later, Tracey also managed to produce her Patronus – a Dolphin. Daphne couldn't help but giggle at the sight, prompting a curious look from Tracey.

"Why are you laughing? What's up?" Tracey asked.

Daphne, still giggling, replied, "A Dolphin suits you surprisingly well, Tracey."

Tracey looked slightly confused but took it as a compliment. "Well, I do love the water," she said, smiling.

Daphne's laughter intensified, playfully adding, "And that's not the only thing you love."

After a light-hearted moment, the group moved on to practise sending messages with their Patronuses. It turned out to be surprisingly straightforward: they simply had to conjure the Patronus, speak the message aloud, and instruct it on whom to deliver the message to. The Patronus would then journey to the recipient, and the caster's voice would echo at that location, replaying the message.

Meanwhile, Astoria, still at the early stages, was diligently working on even getting started with the Patronus Charm. Her concentration and effort were evident as she persisted in her attempts to summon the initial wisps of her Patronus.

Rigel, sensing that Astoria would need more time to master the Patronus Charm, turned to the rest of the group. His expression was serious, a stark contrast to the light-hearted mood just moments before. "While Astoria continues with her Patronus, I think we should begin practising the Unforgivables."

Harry's face clouded over with a mix of reluctance and acceptance. He knew the necessity of what they were about to do, but it weighed heavily on him. Tracey, on the other hand, seemed to be brimming with a curious eagerness, her eyes alight with the prospect of learning something so forbidden and powerful.

"It's probably best to start with the Imperius Curse," Daphne suggested, her tone clinical yet cautious. "It's the one we found easiest to learn and practice. We should master it first."

Rigel and Daphne then launched into a detailed lecture on the Imperius Curse. They described its history, the mechanics of casting it, and the ethical implications of its use. They emphasised the need for absolute control and focus, warning of the dangers of letting the curse overpower the caster's intent.

"The Imperius Curse requires a delicate balance between power and restraint," Rigel explained. "You have to be assertive enough to impose your will, but not so forceful that you lose connection with your target."

Daphne added, "It's a curse that can be as subtle as it is dominant. The key is in the finesse of your control."

After about thirty minutes of thorough explanation, they were ready for a practical demonstration. Rigel conjured a snake with a flick of his wand, murmuring, "Serpensortia." A sleek, green snake appeared on the floor, its tongue flickering as it sensed its surroundings.

"Now, watch closely," Daphne instructed as she pointed her wand at the snake. Her voice was calm, her stance confident yet relaxed. "Imperio."

The change in the snake was immediate. It straightened up, its movements suddenly fluid and purposeful, entirely under Daphne's command. She directed it to slither up a chair, coil around the armrest, then glide down to the floor. Each movement was smooth and controlled, showcasing Daphne's proficiency with the curse.

With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Daphne guided the snake towards Astoria. The snake, still under the spell's influence, harmlessly approached Astoria, who had been watching intently. As it neared, Astoria let out a startled yelp, jumping back slightly.

The room erupted into laughter at Astoria's reaction, the tension from the lesson dissipating. Daphne, with a flick of her wand, released the snake from the curse, and it slithered away harmlessly.

"See? It's all about control," Daphne said, a smile playing on her lips. "But remember, with great power comes great responsibility. We must only use these curses when absolutely necessary."

The group nodded in understanding, each person internalising the gravity of what they had just learned.

Rigel, observing Harry and Tracey's attentiveness, encouraged them to try the Imperius Curse themselves. "Go ahead, give it a try," he urged them. "It's important to get a feel for it."

Both Harry and Tracey stepped forward, taking turns to practise the curse on the snake. To their surprise, and somewhat to their relief, they found they could control the snake with relative ease. The snake moved under their command, responding fluidly to their instructions.

Daphne interjected with a note of caution. "Remember, casting the Imperius Curse on humans or other intelligent creatures is significantly more challenging. If your target is weaker in willpower and magical strength, controlling them is easier. But against a stronger opponent, they're likely to break free."

The group nodded, absorbing this crucial piece of information. The next topic of their dark lesson was the Cruciatus Curse. Once again, Daphne and Rigel gave a comprehensive lecture on the curse, covering its effects, the difficulty of casting it, and the immense responsibility that came with wielding such a spell.

Rigel prepared to demonstrate the Cruciatus Curse. He faced the snake, his expression sombre. "For the Cruciatus Curse to work, you must genuinely desire to cause pain," he explained. "If you don't truly want to inflict harm, the curse will be ineffective."

Rigel raised his wand, his voice steady as he pronounced, "Crucio!" The effect on the snake was immediate and harrowing. It writhed and hissed in pain, the sound echoing eerily in the room.

For Harry, a Parselmouth, the experience was deeply unsettling. The snake's hisses weren't just sounds of distress; they were screams of agony. It was a stark and uncomfortable reminder of Rigel under the same curse in the graveyard. The familiarity of those screams filled Harry with a sense of dread and discomfort, reinforcing the cruel and torturous nature of the Cruciatus Curse.

Tracey, her expression determined, stepped forward to attempt the Cruciatus Curse. After several tries, she managed to cast it on the snake, eliciting more pained hisses. However, Tracey quickly released the curse, unable to hold it for more than a brief moment.

Then it was Harry's turn. He raised his wand, trying repeatedly, but he couldn't bring himself to cast the curse. The memory of the screams he had heard, both from the snake and from Rigel in the graveyard, held him back. He couldn't bear to hear those sounds again, the sounds of agony that he understood all too well.

Rigel, sensing his brother's struggle, stepped up and placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry, it's harder for you as a Parselmouth. You can understand the snake, and it must remind you of the graveyard... of my time of weakness."

Tracey gasped, realising the emotional weight of what Harry was experiencing.

Harry, his voice tinged with anger, quickly responded, "You're not weak, Rigel. Never say that."

Rigel gave a small, understanding smile. "There's a difference between being weak and showing a moment of weakness. I have an idea that might help." He flicked his wand, and the snake's head transformed, taking on a pale, white appearance, reminiscent of Voldemort.

"Can you do it now?" Rigel asked gently. "Would you want to inflict pain on Voldemort?"

Harry's eyes narrowed, and a surge of anger washed over him. He raised his wand and, with a forceful shout, cast the Cruciatus Curse, "Crucio!" The snake writhed and screamed under the spell, the sounds echoing Harry's deep-seated hatred for Voldemort.

Lost in his anger, Harry didn't notice the moment the screams stopped – the snake had succumbed to the curse and died. Rigel placed a hand on his shoulder again, prompting Harry to cease the curse and come back to reality.

Harry's eyes widened in horror as he realised what he had done. He had been so consumed by his anger and desire for revenge that he had killed the snake without a second thought.

Rigel tried to calm him, "Harry, it's a difficult spell. I almost succumbed to it too."

But Harry's expression remained haunted, the realisation that he had taken a life in a moment of anger weighing heavily on him. The satisfaction he had felt in those moments of casting the curse now turned to guilt and self-reproach. The lesson had taken a dark turn, underscoring the dangerous power they were dealing with and the importance of control and restraint.

Tracey, sensing Harry's distress, immediately wrapped her arms around him in a comforting embrace. She held him tightly, a silent reassurance in her gesture.

Rigel, looking at the group, decided, "I think that's enough of the Dark Arts for today, maybe even for the rest of the summer." His voice was firm, signalling an end to the intense and emotionally taxing practice.

Harry nodded, the relief evident in his expression. He was more than ready to step away from the dark magic that had just taken such a toll on him.

It was Daphne who then suggested a new avenue for Harry. "Perhaps you could benefit from learning Occlumency," she said thoughtfully.

Harry, unfamiliar with the term, asked for clarification. "Occlumency? What's that?"

Daphne explained, "Occlumency is the art of shielding one's mind. It can help you organise your thoughts, control your emotions, and most importantly, protect your mind from external intrusion. It might help you keep your emotions in check, especially after what just happened."

Harry considered her suggestion seriously. "It's definitely worth a try," he agreed.

"I'll get some books from the library for us," Daphne offered. "Rigel and I are also interested in learning Legilimency, the art of reading minds. It could be useful."

Rigel gave a nod of agreement, already thinking about the new skills they were about to explore.

Tracey, ever the advocate for balance, chimed in. "But first, let's do something fun. We can't spend all summer training." She suggested brightly, "How about swimming in the lake?"

The group readily agreed, eager for a change of pace and a chance to unwind. The heavy atmosphere created by the practice of the Cruciatus Curse began to dissipate as they prepared to enjoy a more lighthearted activity.

Harry, feeling the negative emotions fade away, was relieved to shift his focus to spending quality time with his friends. The prospect of swimming in the lake and just having fun was a welcome respite, and he found himself looking forward to the simple pleasures of the summer day.