Harry Potter: Backstep

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the high windows of Hogwarts' hospital wing, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow. The air was thick with the mingling scents of various medicinal brews and herbs, creating an atmosphere that Narcissa Black had come to associate with calmness and focus.

The blonde stood at a large oak workbench, her posture perfect despite hours of meticulous work. Her trainee healer robes were crisp and spotless, the white fabric a stark contrast to the colorful array of ingredients spread before her. Her lustrous hair was pulled back in an elegant bun, although a few rebellious strands did escape to frame her lovely face, softening her aristocratic features.

With practiced precision, Narcissa stirred a large cauldron of Pepper-Up Potion, her silver ladle moving in smooth, measured strokes. The reddish liquid bubbled gently, emitting puffs of peppermint-scented steam that seemed to swirl in front of her. She counted each rotation under her breath, "Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine..."

As she left the potion to stabilize, Narcissa's mind wandered to the hot morning with Harry. The memory of his emerald eyes, alight with lust and desire for her as she sucked him off would never get old.

As always he was so attentive with her, and Narcissa's eyes closed as she recalled how he kept her flushed against himself as he cupped and squeezed her breasts, and how all she could do was throw her head back against his shoulder, pushing her chest out even further into his wanton hands. She relished the feeling of his lips that latched on to her neck, and how she moaned loudly as his fingers began to play with her nipples.

She recalled how he showered her with all his tender love that made her heart flutter. How he made her lie down on the bed and kneeled before her, his lips meeting hers in a searing kiss before making their way all over her face and onto her neck. He had kept going down, kissing her wetly as he sucked hard on her throat before he reached her breasts, kissing and licking in elation. She felt jolts of pleasure shoot through her as she recalled how the same sensation had been flowing through her hard and sensitive nipples as he kept flicking his tongue over them, stimulating her with a level of expertise only he possessed and will ever possess.

She reminisced how impatient she had become when he kept teasing her, and how she had instinctively grabbed the back of his head to force her excited nipple into his mouth, making him suck her harshly. She must have looked a right sight then, with her lips parted wantonly as she pushed his face against her breasts.

It felt as if she was on fire, and Harry understood how to escalate the situation easily as he resumed his descent, his lips and tongue trailing sinfully down her body, over her belly where he paused to swirl his tongue all over her navel before he reached further down until he had his face hovering over her gushing pussy.

Her legs had spread automatically, as they always did when she was with him, and the way he had winked at her with his face so close to her pussy had made her flush brilliantly. She could vividly recall how messy his black hair had been because of her, and how he kept teasing her for it. He kissed his way up her inner thigh, stopping within inches of her aching pussy, and as if intent on making her even more agitated, started doing the same on the other side. She had been rendered unable to stand any longer, and she had wasted no time in clenching his hair in her fist and forcing his mouth to her pussy.

Her head was thrown back in pleasure as his tongue quickly began to explore her folds. Even when he had his face pressed against her pussy, he took his time, licking over her lower lips. She shivered as she remembered how she had trembled with excitement when he'd run the tip of his tongue over her bald slit, starting at the bottom and climbing up to her engorged clit. The mere sight of her clit had made him start to swirl his tongue around it, making her moan and writhe in pleasure.

He licked her. He ate her out. He pushed one finger inside her, then another, and then another. Narcissa could do nothing but moan and writhe on the bed as her lover pleasured her, getting her ready.

And she was ready in no time, and she recalled the sight of his cock as he slapped it against her wet entrance, her legs parted wide for him. Her pussy welcomed him as eagerly as it always did, and the sensation of being filled up by his familiar cock sent waves of pleasure through her body. Her legs spread further apart, allowing him deeper access as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him flush on top of her. His lips had found their home in her neck where he kept kissing, licking, and nibbling her, stimulating some of her most sensitive spots.

In no time, she found herself on her hands and knees, being dominated by him. She had eagerly presented him with her gaping pussy, her legs parted and her back arched. His hands grabbed her hips greedily as he quickly built up the force of his thrusts, and they both kept grunting and moaning loudly as they fucked.

"Yes! Fuck me!" She remembered shouting at him over her shoulder. "Fuck me hard, Harry!"

To punctuate her demand, she began to thrust back against him, intensifying the force of his hips slacking lewdly against her ass. Her tits kept swaying beneath her as he rutted into her, pushing her forward so that she rested on her elbows and knees, her ass hiked high in the air.

She had one of the most intense orgasms of her life by the time they were done, and she had screamed out uncontrollably. She was sure that anyone outside would've heard her cries if the room was not so isolated and enchanted for good measure.

They had been left sweaty and panting by the time she came down from her climax, and she soon found herself curled up atop him as she breathed in his musky scent while he stroked her perky round rear, keeping her close.

Lost in her daydream, Narcissa nearly missed the next step and abruptly acted to prevent the potion from getting spoiled. She shook her head, the look of a satisfied and well-fucked woman apparent on her face as she chided herself for the lapse in concentration. "Focus, Cissy," she muttered, though a smile remained dancing on her lips. "Madam Pomfrey is counting on you."

Just as she reached for a vial of powdered bicorn horn, the heavy wooden doors of the hospital wing creaked open. Startled, Narcissa nearly dropped the delicate glass container.

"Well, well, if it isn't my darling sister, hard at work saving lives and mending bones," a familiar voice drawled from the entrance.

Narcissa turned to see her twin, Bellatrix, leaning against the doorframe with a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. Bella's wild dark curls cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to Narcissa's carefully styled blonde locks. Her deep emerald robes, clearly new and tailored to perfection, rustled softly as she pushed off from the door and sauntered into the room.

"Bella!" Narcissa exclaimed, her face lighting up at the sight of her sister. "What a wonderful surprise! I didn't know you were visiting Hogwarts today."

Bellatrix's smirk widened into a genuine smile as she approached. "Well, given how you seem to have forgotten you've still got a home, I thought I might as well take the step. Not that I can blame you, to be honest. That place's a shithole."

The sisters embraced warmly, sharing comfort in their mutual plight of forced betrothals. As they pulled apart, Bella's dark eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Now," she said, perching herself on the edge of the workbench, "are you going to tell me what's got you practically glowing, or do I have to guess?"

Narcissa felt a blush creep up her neck as the memory of Harry keeping his arms wrapped around her back as he thrust into her hard and fast shot through her mind once again.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean. I'm simply focused on my work."

Bella rolled her eyes dramatically. "Please, Cissy. I've known you since before we were born. You can't hide anything from me. You look like you've been floating around as if you're under a Cheering Charm. Spill."

Narcissa bit her lip, torn between her instinct for secrecy and her deep-seated need to confide in her twin. She and Harry might have discussed this, and even though Harry had been open about the possibility, she could not say for certain if her sister would agree. She could be stubborn like that sometimes. Although, given how rebellious Bella might be sometimes, she might as well join in. Narcissa contemplated for a moment and finally, she decided to come clean with her twin. It was high time she did.

"Oh, Bella," she sighed, a wistful smile on her face. "Something wonderful has happened."

Bella's eyes widened as she leaned in, her interest piqued. "I knew it! Is it a boy? It's a boy, isn't it?"

Narcissa nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's more than that. I think... I think I'm in love."

Bella's eyebrows shot up. "In love? My, my, little Cissy. This is serious indeed. Who's the lucky wizard who's managed to capture your heart? Please tell me it's not that preening peacock Lucius."

Narcissa laughed, the sound echoing through the empty hospital wing. "Merlin, no. I'd die before I even think about him. Its…"

"Cissy," Bella said, her tone suddenly serious, "you know you can tell me anything. Who is it?"

Taking a deep breath, Narcissa confessed, "It's Harry. Harry Peverell."

For a moment, Bella sat in stunned silence, her eyes wide as she stared at her sister. Slowly, a wicked grin spread across her face as she reached out and grabbed her sister by the shoulder. "Narcissa Black, you brilliant, rebellious minx! The hot topic himself!? Oh, this is too delicious!"

Narcissa felt a grin appear on her face at her sister's reaction. She was beyond elated that her sister was so happy for her. However, there was something that made her curious. "Hot topic?"

"Yeah! Dumbledore's apprentice, the new lord of the House of Peverell, and now, a representative of Britain on the Circuit! I had to endure Lestrange's rants a few hours ago about him, that prick. I must say though, Cissy. I'm bloody impressed!" Bella exclaimed with a grin before she pouted. "Though I must admit, I'm a bit hurt you didn't tell me sooner. How long has this been going on?"

"A few weeks," Narcissa admitted. "You know what it's been like for us to think about dating. Well, he didn't care at all. Asked me out when we first met, but I declined due to obvious reasons. But… something told me this was my chance. To have a life before being shackled with Malfoy. Oh, Bella, he's wonderful. He's kind and brave and he sees me for who I really am, not just as a Black or a pureblood."

Bella's expression softened as she took in her sister's obvious happiness. "I'm happy for you, Cissy. Truly. But... what about the betrothal?"

Narcissa's lips pursed as she gazed at her sister with utmost seriousness, taking her by surprise. "Harry has plans, Bella. There are plans at work, more sinister than we could ever imagine… I'll tell you all about it now, but first, I want to ask you something."

"What is it?" Bella asked softly as she leaned closer.

"Do you want Harry to take care of your betrothal as well? Just like he's going to do with me?" Narcissa asked firmly, and Bella's eyes widened. "Harry has promised me, and when I asked him about you, he agreed. But he won't do anything if you want to let this continue."

"Are you mad, Cissy!?" Bella hissed, glaring. "The last thing I want is to become that brute's little plaything! You have no idea how much I hate it whenever I'm forced to even talk to him, let alone spend even a minute with him!"

Bella hopped off the workbench and began to pace, her mind clearly working overtime. "But how will he take care of these contracts? It's not as if he has any power over the Blacks, or those two wretched families."

"I think it's a conversation we should have with Harry present," Narcissa started. "He will tell you everything, and I mean everything."

"What are you not telling me, Cissy?" Bella asked shrewdly, her eyes narrowed.

"All in due time, Bella," Narcissa sighed, squeezing her hand softly. "Harry is in his room here right now. He must be practicing over there. He spends a lot of time doing that. I've got this potion to brew right now. How about we go together when I'm done here? We'll tell you everything, I promise."

Bella gazed at her twin with pursed lips before she let out a small sigh and nodded. "I can wait that long, but whatever it might be, one thing won't change. You deserve to be happy, Cissy. We both do. I refuse to see you trapped in a loveless marriage to that pompous arse Malfoy when you've found someone who truly makes you happy."

Narcissa felt a surge of affection for her sister. "And I refuse to see you trapped like that as well. Your betrothal to Rodolphus can't hold, especially after what Harry has planned. You'll know soon."

"Now you're doing this deliberately," Bella said with a frown. "Stop teasing me like this, Cissy."

Narcissa chuckled and turned back to her potion, resuming her work while Bella watched her go on. She observed how her sister looked as she worked, and it was impossible to miss just how happy she looked. Their true smiles had dimmed significantly since their betrothals had been announced, and this was the first time she had seen Cissy look so happy. Bella could not help but crave that feeling for herself as well.

Just as Narcissa transferred the last of the Pepper-Up Potion into a crystal vial, the doors swung open to reveal the matron of the hospital wing.

"Narcissa," Madam Pomfrey began, then stopped short at the sight of two roughly identical faces turned towards her. "I see we have a visitor. Miss Black, to what do we owe the pleasure?"

Bella, ever quick on her feet, offered a charming smile. "Just checking up on my dear sister's progress, Madam Pomfrey. I hope you don't mind. I couldn't resist the opportunity to see her in action."

Madam Pomfrey's stern expression softened slightly. "Well, as long as you haven't been distracting her from her duties. Narcissa, how is the Pepper-Up coming along?"

"Just finished, Madam Pomfrey," Narcissa reported with a small smile, gesturing to the neat row of filled vials. "I've prepared enough to replenish our stores for the next year, accounting for the usual increase in colds as the weather turns."

The matron nodded approvingly. "Excellent work, as always. You have a true gift for healing, my dear. Now, I think that will be all for today. You may go now and enjoy what's left of the evening."

Narcissa nodded and made her way over to the changing room, emerging minutes later in her casual attire. She smiled at her sister and nodded, gesturing toward the exit, and Bella hopped off the table, walking over.

As they left the hospital wing, Bella linked her arm through Narcissa's. "So, dear sister, what can I expect in this meeting of ours?"

"Just be yourself, Bella. It's only Harry. He's the least judgmental person you'll ever meet."

"Still, meeting my sister's man for the first time. I ought to prepare myself in some way, right?"

An amused smile graced Narcissa's lips as she pondered on her sister's words. He was indeed her man, but that was not all. They were neither betrothed, nor exclusive. She knew about Harry's proclivities and the necessity for the same, and she wondered how her twin shall take it.

"Should I go and get a bottle of Ogden's Finest for this meeting?" Bella asked curiously.

Narcissa laughed, glancing at her sister out of the corner of her eyes. "You overthink too much sometimes, you know that?"

"And you love me for it," Bella retorted with a grin.

Shaking her head, the twins walked away together as Narcissa led the way toward the seventh floor. It was time to bring her twin into the fold.

-Break-

As Narcissa and Bellatrix approached the blank wall on the seventh floor, Bella raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure this is the right place, Cissy? I don't see any room here."

Narcissa smiled enigmatically. "Just watch."

She paced back and forth three times, her eyes closed in concentration. Suddenly, an ornate door materialized in the wall, its surface adorned with intricate runes and magical symbols. Bella's eyes widened in surprise and admiration.

"The Room of Requirement," Narcissa explained, her hand resting on the gleaming handle. "It becomes whatever the seeker needs. Harry claimed it as his room here in the castle and Dumbledore saw no reason to decline."

"How come this is the first time I'm even hearing about a room like this?" Bella asked in surprise.

"It's a secret room very few know about. You can count yourself among a small minority."

"Oh, I feel so privileged," Bella muttered dryly, to her sister's amusement. Narcissa pushed the door open and gestured for her to go through, following right after her. Smirking to herself, she willed the room to create a small partition near the entrance that would obscure them from Harry's gaze should he happen to glance their way but would allow them to see everything.

As Narcissa shut the door behind herself, she joined her twin and they were met with a sight that took their breath away. The room had transformed into a vast, circular arena, easily the size of the Great Hall. Its walls were lined with towering bookshelves filled with ancient tomes, interspersed with display cases housing mysterious magical artifacts. The domed ceiling above reflected a swirling galaxy, stars, and nebulae moving in mesmerizing patterns.

In the center of this impressive space stood Harry Peverell, his eyes closed in intense concentration, and Bella's eyes immediately fell on him.

He cut an impressive figure - tall and lean, his muscles defined beneath his fitted training clothes. His messy black hair was damp with sweat, and an aura of raw magical power seemed to pulse around him.

Harry's wand moved in intricate patterns as he wove complex spells around himself. A shimmering dome of protective magic encased him, layers of different colors pulsing and shifting like the surface of a soap bubble. Suddenly, the dome expanded rapidly, shattering into thousands of glowing shards that hung suspended in the air.

With a flick of his wrist, Harry transfigured the shards into a flock of golden eagles. With another gesture, the eagles transformed into arrows of pure light, streaking toward a series of moving targets that had appeared around the room out of nowhere. Each arrow hit its mark with pinpoint accuracy, exploding in a shower of magical sparks.

Bella's jaw dropped at the sight. "Merlin's beard," she whispered, her eyes wide with awe. "I've never seen anyone manipulate magic like that. The precision, the creativity..."

Narcissa nodded, a proud smile playing on her lips. "Just wait. He's only getting started."

As they watched, Harry began to demonstrate even more advanced techniques. He conjured multiple elemental forces simultaneously - a tornado of wind that whipped around the room, a pillar of earth that erupted from the floor, a sphere of water that hovered and rippled in mid-air, and a ribbon of lightning that crackled and danced between his fingertips. With masterful control, he wove all the elements together in a dazzling display of magical prowess, creating a swirling vortex of elemental energy.

Mere seconds later, he moved on to wandless and nonverbal magic, levitating dozens of objects of varying sizes and materials - from delicate quills to heavy trunks. He made them dance in complex patterns around him, weaving in and out of each other without a single collision. With a mere thought, he transfigured them into different shapes and substances - the quills became silver daggers, the trunks morphed into a flock of butterflies, and the chairs twisted and reshaped into life-sized chess pieces completing an entire board. It was a display of magical skill and control rarely seen, if ever.

Bella's eyes were wide with growing admiration and a hint of something more. "This... this is beyond anything I've ever seen," she breathed, her voice husky. "The power, the control... it's incredible."

Narcissa noticed the flush creeping up her sister's neck and the way her breath quickened as she watched Harry. She felt a mixture of amusement and satisfaction, watching how impressed her sister truly was.

Harry pivoted suddenly and demonstrated his prowess in defensive magic, summoning a series of magical training dummies that moved independently, each casting varying levels of spells. Jinxes, hexes, and curses of all kinds short of the Unforgivables flew across the room in a deadly light show. While Bella watched on with her eyes wide and her breathing slightly labored, Narcissa stared ahead in pride as Harry effortlessly blocked and countered every attack, his reflexes almost too fast to follow. He incorporated acrobatics into his defense, flipping and spinning to avoid spells, all while maintaining his own offensive barrage.

When Harry finally lowered his wand, sweat glistening on his brow, Narcissa willed the room to get rid of the partition and it did not take long for him to notice his audience, his eyes lingering on who he recognized as Bellatrix for a second longer. His surprise quickly gave way to a confident, almost roguish grin. "Well, hello there," he said, his voice deep and slightly breathless from exertion. "I hope you enjoyed the show."

Bella seemed to shake herself out of a daze. "That was... extraordinary," she breathed, her eyes never leaving Harry. "I've never seen such mastery of magic."

Harry's grin widened as he approached them, his movements fluid and graceful. "You must be Bellatrix. Thank you. I'm glad you found it impressive." He turned to Narcissa, his eyes softening with affection as he kissed her softly. "I didn't expect you to bring company, especially such a beautiful one, not that I'm complaining."

Narcissa smirked up at him as she gazed mirthfully into his eyes. "Harry, I hope you don't mind that I brought Bella along. I thought it was time you two met properly."

Harry ran a hand through his messy hair, a gesture that made Bella's eyes follow the movement. "Of course not. It's a pleasure to finally meet you properly, Bellatrix." He took her hand, bringing it to his lips in a gallant gesture. "I've heard so much about you."

Bella's cheeks flushed slightly at the contact. "All good things, I hope?"

Harry's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh, mostly. Though Cissa may have mentioned something about a penchant for mischief that rivals my own and a… what was it you told me, Cissa? That she might come off as confrontational?"

Narcissa gently slapped him on the chest as she stepped back, grinning at her sister who glanced at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I would prefer the word 'confident', thank you very much," Bella replied, turning back to Harry with her face held high.

"I can very well see that," Harry nodded, staring back with a mirthful look on his face.

Narcissa suppressed a smirk as she watched the interaction. Far from feeling jealous, she felt a thrill of excitement, just as she had expected. She had always shared everything with Bella, after all. Why should this be any different?

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Narcissa said, "Harry, why don't you show Bella that new spell you created and how you did it without even having a proper Arithmancy lesson? I'm sure she'd be fascinated."

Harry gave her a smirk at the suggestion, knowing what she was cooking here. "I'd be delighted. That is, if you're interested, Bellatrix?"

Bella nodded eagerly, as she always was when magical arts were concerned. "I'd love to see more. And please, call me Bella."

"Bella it is, then," Harry said with a wink. He led them to a corner of the room where a workbench was set up, covered in parchments filled with complex magical formulae and diagrams.

As Harry cast the spell and started to describe how he had developed such an intricate spell with so little instruction in the subject a controlled inferno that combined with lightning could have both small and large-scale impact Bella hung on his every word. Her eyes darted between Harry's chiseled face and the demonstration of the spell in front of her, her face glowing over the mystic lights.

Narcissa watched with growing amusement and anticipation as Bella leaned in closer, asking insightful questions and offering her own theories. The spark of intellectual connection was palpable, mingling with the obvious physical attraction that she could see in both their eyes. It was unavoidable, after all, with both looking the way they did.

Harry, for his part, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the exchange. He knew what Narcissa wanted from him right now, and he effortlessly wove flirtatious comments into his magical discussion with Bellatrix who, he realized, was infinitely hotter than the hag she had become in the previous timeline. She was also a very intelligent witch, and he found himself getting fascinated with her insight into offensive magic. In a way, she complimented her twin perfectly, given her disposition toward defensive and healing magic.

Earlier, he wanted to prevent her from joining Voldemort's ranks, but now, he truly wanted her to be his, just like Narcissa.

"You know, Bella," he said at one point, his voice low and teasing. "With a mind like yours, I bet we could create some truly spectacular magic together."

Bella's eyes widened slightly and she glanced over at her twin who looked on with a bright grin, and a sinking suspicion started to grow in her mind. She gazed at her pointedly, her eyes widening when she gave her a pointed smirk, proving her theory correct. Another glance toward Harry made her realize he was open to it as well.

Her posture straightened in confidence and Bella's answering smile was both coy and challenging. "Is that so, my Lord Peverell? Well, I look forward to putting that theory to the test… But first, I'd like to know what exactly is going on here."

Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned around and stared them both down. "So spill. What are you two cooking?"

Harry exchanged a glance with Narcissa who gave him a firm nod, and he willed the room to morph around them. The vast training arena melted away, replaced by a cozy sitting room. Rich mahogany bookshelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes on various magical subjects. A crackling fire cast a warm glow over plush armchairs upholstered in deep emerald velvet and a comfortable leather sofa.

Harry gestured for the sisters to sit, taking a place next to Narcissa on the sofa while Bella settled into an armchair to their right. A bottle of red wine appeared on the table out of nowhere and it automatically poured three glasses that levitated over to them.

"What I'm about to tell you is of utmost importance and secrecy," Harry began, his green eyes intense behind his glasses. "There is a man who goes by the name 'Voldemort'. He aims to be the next Dark Lord, and he is working in the shadows to amass power and followers. His influence is spreading, seeping into every corner of our world like a poison."

Bella's eyes widened slightly but she remained silent, listening intently as she took a sip of her wine.

Harry continued chillingly, "Voldemort is the vilest wizard you would ever encounter. He wants the subjugation of Muggles and Muggleborns, the establishment of pureblood supremacy, and ultimately, immortality and unchallenged power. You can imagine how evil he is from the fact that he did not even thick twice when he decided to corrupt his magic and soul, undertaking vile rituals to ensure he could flee from the clutches of death. There are no lengths to which Voldemort wouldn't go to achieve his aims."

"His methods will be brutal," Narcissa added, her voice tight as she swirled her glass of wine gently. "Torture, murder, and everything in between. Nothing matters as long as he gets what he wants. He promises power and prestige to his followers, but they are nothing but pawns. His slaves and servants too deluded in their prejudice to see when someone is using them for his gain."

Harry nodded grimly. "I'm going to stop him. Not just because of what he's done to me, but because it's the right thing to do. His vision for the wizarding world is one of fear, pain, and oppression. It would lead us down a path from which there might be no return."

He went on to explain what Voldemort had done to him on that accursed Halloween night, and Bella's eyes widened. He told her about the reason behind his training, his research into ancient and obscure magics, and his efforts to build a network of allies that was progressing steadily. He told her about the alliance he'd already formed with the Potters, where Dumbledore stood in all of this, and of the challenges they faced in a world where no one even knew that such a threat was on the horizon.

"Now, coming on to your case," Harry said, his gaze shifting between the sisters. "The Malfoys and the Lestranges - they're not just supporters of Voldemort. They're key players in his inner circle, deeply involved with his most heinous plans."

Narcissa nodded with a sneer, her voice steady despite the disgust she felt coiling in her gut. "These betrothals aren't just about preserving pureblood lines or maintaining social status, as they want everyone to believe. All this is more about securing the Black family's wealth, influence, and magical power for Voldemort's cause."

"Lucius and Rodolphus are already marked as Death Eaters," Harry added. "By marrying you, they hope to draw the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black fully into Voldemort's fold. But even that's not all. The conspiracy goes even deeper than that."

Narcissa nodded, her face grim. "They're playing the long game. With Sirius having run away and wanting nothing to do with the Black lordship, and Regulus still a child, they see an opportunity to ensure their own bloodlines have a claim to the Black family magic, money, power, and resources."

"If something were to happen to Sirius and Regulus," Harry explained. "Your children would be next in line for the Black lordship. By controlling you and your future heirs, the Malfoys and Lestranges hope to eventually absorb the power of the Black family into their own."

Bella's face had grown pale as she listened, her fists clenched in her lap, the wine forgotten. "Those bastards," she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "Using us like pawns in their sick game. Treating us like brood mares for their twisted ambitions."

Harry leaned forward, his voice intense, and Bella shivered as she gazed into his glowing orbs. "I've made Cissa a promise, Bella. One that I intend to carry out at any cost."

Bella controlled her rage, paying him her undivided attention. She knew whatever he was about to say would be very serious.

"What promise?"

Harry's eyes gleamed with lethal intent as he said, "I will end the family lines of the Malfoys and the Lestranges. Permanently. And I'll start with their wretched spawns. I am going to kill Lucius, Rudolphus, and Rabastan."

All Bellatrix could do was stare at a determined Harry with her eyes wide and her lips parted in shock.

TBC.

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