Chapter 1 The Blond Princess
Narcissa Black, Daughter of Cygnus Black and Druella Rosier was 5 years old when she discovered her father and mother were cruel and uncaring parents. She thought this way for about ten minutes until she discovered how her seven year old sister Bellatrix was acting around them. Bella had a mean streak in her a mile wide, and upon realizing the similarities between her and her parents, Narcissa thought she would take a different rout. She then remembered she had another sister, and watched her eldest sister Andromeda. Being the youngest sister, she thought her eldest sister Andromeda was someone to look up to. Dromeda was subtle, staying out of the way, keeping herself hidden while almost but not quite being the little darling her mother expected. At ten years old she was almost due to start Hogwarts, and Narcissa had no doubts about what house Dromeda would be sent to. Narcissa was proud of Dromeda. Slytherin was the best house, the only house fit for a Black to go to, although her cousin Sirius certainly did not act at all like a Slytherin.
"I'll be the darling," five year old Narcissa said to herself. "I'll be the princess, the dress up doll, the play thing that they put out at parties to get information from. I'll take a tiny bit of Bella, and a tiny bit of Dromeda and I will rise high in the world."
Andromeda rose through the ranks of school, relaxing her subtle, and uncaring demeanor enough to really take a look at the world around her. She was unfortunately thus disowned when she married a muggle born later in life. Disguised as an old woman, Narcissa went to her sister's wedding, bringing her a basket of apples. Dromeda was smart enough to keep her mouth shut, take the basket, and let Narcissa go without any fuss. Bellatrix kept her mean streak, learning information in ways blunter than an ax, gobbling up spells from her father's grimoire. She joined the ranks of the Dark Lord and married Rudolphus Lestrange. Narcissa brought Bellatrix a basket of apples as well, poisoned of course. Druella black died, as did Cygnus, but before they did, they drew up a contract for Narcissa and she gladly married Lucius Malfoy. She hated the man but she played her role as princess with ease, smiling like a proper, strong woman of house Black should.
Of course it all came crashing down in the end. She knew it would. Just because she was a princess didn't mean she wasn't like Andromeda and didn't gain information, nor like Bellatrix, though she was very good at hiding that aspect of herself. She knew the Dark Lord would fail. He was like what muggles would call a fad. Unfortunately she also knew he would come back. Narcissa ran a fingernail along the time turner she had stolen from the department of mysteries. She had been to many places and heard many things. She also knew that if Dumbledore ever found her out, she would be worse off than poor Severus. She knew the words of the prophecy, every last one of them, but she was not a marked death eater. Some how she was too gracious a host, too charming to escape that fate. She had read many a grimoire, heard many a tale. Narcissa was very careful in how she got her information. She had so many people in her pocket, that even Tom Riddle would throw her sister aside to get to her.
"How did I get so far?" she asked the room at large. "Dromeda you were so close, we could be comrades in arms. I suppose I was too careful, hiding behind fripperies and such. Now I'll have to go to school and act like you, exactly like you. Can I land myself in Gryffindor?"
Narcissa looked at the bubbling cauldron in front of her. She had brewed the de-aging potion perfectly so there was no chance of any error. She ladled some into a cup and nodded to herself as she checked the measurement. It would be best if she were eleven. She had all the essentials in a bag tied to her waist. It had a money pouch in it with several galleons, several sets of clothes, and a few important tomes. There were other items as well, seeing as how the bag had an undetectable extension charm on it. Narcissa drank the liquid in the cup, already having modified Lucius's memory and leaving a mistress in his place who could take care of Draco. She cared nothing for the boy as he was the spitting image of his father. She shrank to her eleven-year-old self, then feeling her robes shrinking around her to fit, snapped her wand in two and began to swiftly turn the time turner backwards. She had also set her destination, as this was one of the best time turners the department of mysteries had to offer. The last thing she saw before she vanished was the fragments of her wand disintegrating into a pile of dust. Her trusted house elf would take care of that.
Narcissa spun in a vortex of time and space, feeling nauseated as colors and sounds whirled by her. This was like the times she used an hour long or day long time turner, but much worse. It was a very good thing she had taken a stomach soother before she had taken the de-aging potion or she was going to throw up on the cobbles of Diagon Alley. She prided herself on first impressions. She finally landed and smiled a childish smile. She was eleven after all.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley Narcissa," she whispered to herself, walking up the steps to Gringotts bank and bowing to the goblins. "It's time to start over."
"May your gold flow and your foes lie bleeding at your feet," she said in her disguised voice as they opened the door for her.
A/N I understand I have works in progress and I need to get working on them. I'm sorry for the delays. It's tough when I can't think of good scenes to write and my brain gets distracted by ideas like this one. I hope you enjoy this story and please let me know what you'd like to see. If you have questions I'll try to answer them in any story.