Chapter 37: Narcissa's Decision
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A/N: Things move fast when people know what they want~
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"I want… I want to know more. Please Bella… tell me more."
She means it too. All her life, Narcissa Malfoy has fought so damn hard for control. If it isn't one thing, it's been another. From being the youngest of three sisters, to being used as a pawn by the family, to marrying Lucius and becoming his wife.
Narcissa didn't hate Lucius Malfoy, but she didn't love him either. Being Lady Malfoy had opened many doors for her and offered her more freedom than being Narcissa Black had, but it was still little more than a gilded cage. And being marked by the Dark Lord… well, that too had limited her and Lucius' options quite a bit.
Worst of all, if the Dark Lord still lived, Narcissa knew it would only be a matter of time before he came back to full strength and demanded they renew their allegiance to him once more. That wasn't something that she or Lucius could decline even if they wanted to… and she could only think of one way that they would be able to placate Lord Voldemort for daring to disavow him after his defeat.
… He would want their son. He would want Draco. Narcissa couldn't allow that to happen. Even if Draco was becoming distressingly similar to Lucius by the year, she couldn't afford to risk his soul to the Dark Lord's clutches.
Smiling wickedly, Bellatrix sits down in a chair next to Narcissa, giggling softly.
"You're afraid of the Dark Lord, aren't you? You're scared of what he'll do to you, Lucius, and Draco if he regains his strength."
Narcissa scowls, her lips forming into a thin line as she grimaces at the truth of Bellatrix's words. Her sister is right on the money, after all.
"And why shouldn't I be? You might be free of him Bella, but I'm not. Your new Master might protect you, but he certainly hasn't sworn to protect me. What would it take? What would it cost me to get the same sort of thing you've gotten?"
Her eyes dart down to Bellatrix's arm again. The Dark Mark, covered in chains, is no longer exposed… but the sight of it is burned into Narcissa's eyes.
"Oh, not much. Your loyalty, of course. You would owe your new Lord your devotion and fealty. But he wouldn't ask for much out of you. Not much at all. Just your support… and probably Lucius' life."
Wait, what? Narcissa blinks at that last part, as casually said as the rest. She stares at Bellatrix, nonplussed.
"His… life?"
Bellatrix just grins and she realizes that as much as the other Black woman has gotten better at hiding it, Bella is just as insane as ever.
"Maybe not even that much. But yes, you won't be just betraying the Dark Lord. You'll almost certainly be betraying your Lord Husband as well. Do you think you could do that? Do you think you could sacrifice Lucius if it meant your freedom?"
It sounded more like Bellatrix was offering to trade one set of shackles for another. After all, Bella's Dark Mark wasn't gone… it was covered in chains. Freedom? Don't make Narcissa laugh. And yet… there is something tempting about the idea. Draco wasn't old enough to become Lord Malfoy yet. He also loved his dear mother with all his heart. It was the one way in which Draco and Lucius had always differed and would hopefully continue to differ.
… Of course, there was every possibility that the older Draco got, the more he would change. Especially with Lucius putting ideas in his head. There could even be a time when Narcissa's darling son no longer cared for his mother. Unless, of course, Lucius was removed from the picture and Narcissa became the defacto head of House Malfoy, about to keep Draco on the right path until he came of age and took over as Lord Malfoy.
Yes, there was quite a lot of possibility in that idea. It was even enough to bring a smile to Narcissa's face. Sure, she would have to swear to a new Lord. But she'd already foolishly given her soul over to one Dark Lord when she was younger. Her and her husband would either wind up kneeling at the feet of Lord Voldemort again, forced to give him their son to placate his rage and fury over their cowardice… or Narcissa could take the opportunity that had just been dropped into her lap.
"There's no such thing as freedom in this world, Bella. Not for witches like us. We'll always belong to this wizard or that wizard, won't we?"
Bellatrix blinks, looking surprised by Narcissa's words.
"I… I suppose you're right, yes. There's no escaping that."
Nodding, Narcissa raises an eyebrow.
"So then tell me true… is your new Lord better than the old? Is he worth sacrificing my husband?"
To her credit, Bella doesn't just straight up say 'yes' at least. Instead, she leans forward, eyes suddenly intent.
"That depends, Cissy. What do you want? What do you truly want out of this deal?"
Narcissa's breath hitches as she considers that for a long moment. What does she want? Well, since it's just her and Bellatrix, she might as well go for broke right? Bella can always tell her if she needs to adjust her expectations downward.
"I want nominal control over House Malfoy and its wealth until Draco comes of age. I can handle an order here and there to help this mystery Lord with whatever he desires, but I want to be the one making the day to day decisions. I also want Draco to be spared. I'm sacrificing Lucius for Draco's sake, not solely for my own selfishness. If I just wait for the Dark Lord to come back, then it'll be Lucius and I sacrificing Draco to him in order to save our own skins. That's the thing I want to avoid the most."
She narrows her eyes then, staring Bellatrix down.
"How do you think he would respond to such demands? Will he allow me to rule House Malfoy my way? Will he let me protect and raise my son on my own terms?"
The Dark Lord certainly wouldn't have ever agreed to such a thing. Lord Voldemort would have put Narcissa under the Cruciatus Curse for daring to suggest that Draco be spared the Dark Mark. Narcissa might not ever be able to be truly free, but the same couldn't be said of Draco. Even if it cost her everything, even if she had to sacrifice Lucius to do it… she would be willing to risk it all to ensure Draco's freedom.
Bellatrix is quiet for a few moments, mulling over Narcissa's requests. At least it's not an immediate rejection, though the silence still means that her sister thinks there might be something objectionable in her demands. Finally…
"I would need to bring your words to my Lord to be absolutely certain, Cissy. But… I don't think he would be opposed to your demands, necessarily. He likes his servants to be capable and independent from what I've seen. So long as you did not stand against him, he probably wouldn't pull too tightly on your leash."
Narcissa opens her mouth to speak, only for Bellatrix to cut her off.
"However… that would go for your son as well. I do not believe my Master wishes for Draco Malfoy to die as of yet. On the face of it, he wouldn't have any problem sparing your son right now. However… Draco is Lucius' son. He's been raised as your husband's heir, the scion of House Malfoy. Do you really think he won't become just like Lucius, one day?"
The other Black witch sounds legitimately curious. Narcissa frowns. She doesn't like to think about it too hard… Draco was so cute as a boy. But the older he's gotten… the more like his father he's become. Still, he's not too far gone. She has to believe that.
"If Lucius is removed from the picture, then I fully believe I can steer Draco onto the right path. I can make him a better man than his father. He's not too far gone yet, there are years left where I can help him."
Bellatrix tilts her head to the side… and then shrugs.
"Well. The possibility is still there. Obviously, my Lord would keep confidentiality with you. None would know you serve him, and your son would never have to learn that you were behind his father's… removal from the board. However, if your son grew up to oppose our Lord anyways, you would not be in a position to save him then. Draco would be on his own… and I will admit now, Cissy, the Master doesn't have time for mercy."
Doesn't have time for it. Not 'doesn't have the patience' nor 'fresh out of it', but rather, doesn't have the time for it. What does that mean? Narcissa feels like it means something, but she can't quite put her finger on it. Still, it's a better offer than she'll get otherwise now that she knows the Dark Lord is still around.
Betting on Lord Voldemort never coming back to life and terrorizing them all again is a crapshoot. As far as Narcissa can see, the only way to get half of the things she wants done… is by taking this offer before the Dark Lord can return and make their lives a living hell again.
For Draco. For herself. Narcissa lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
"What… what are our next steps if I agree, exactly?"
Bellatrix's smile is blindingly bright and a little insane as she claps her hands together.
"You meet with him, of course! Tell me, does Lucius still not care about your… indiscretions?"
Narcissa blushes but doesn't let Bellatrix get to her.
"Of course not. So long as it doesn't result in any bastards, he could care less about what I do with my body. He has his heir, after all. He only ever wanted the one child."
Of course, Narcissa was a witch with needs. Fortunately, she was able to take care of those needs while Lucius turned a blind eye.
"Good. Then book a suite like you usually do. But don't pick up a friend for the night. Just wait for the Master to arrive and the two of you can finish hashing out the details then."
Merlin, was she really going to do this? No, more importantly… wasn't she in too deep to back out now? Narcissa gives Bellatrix a sharp nod to show she understands… and then watches as her sister fades from view. After a moment, she hesitantly calls out.
"Bella?"
But there's no answer. Then, she draws her wand and casts a revealing spell… nothing. Did it even really happen?
Except… the server that Bella had to stun and obliviate is still unconscious in a chair. Eyes narrowed, Narcissa points her wand at them.
"Enervate."
With a startle, the server comes back to life, eyes flying open as they look around and then realize where they are. Jumping out of the chair and to their feet, they whimper in confusion.
"L-Lady Malfoy?! I… w-what happened?"
Narcissa could have been nice… but that would have been more suspicious, really. So instead she just sniffs haughtily.
"I stepped out for a moment to wash up and when I came back, I found you asleep in that chair."
Looking horrified, the server wrings their hands.
"I'm so, so sorry Lady Malfoy. P-Please, I don't know… I've never done something like that on the job before. I swear I-!"
"Get out of my sight."
"Y-Yes ma'am! Right away, ma'am!"
As they leave, Narcissa looks back at the table, at the chair Bellatrix had occupied. Then, pulling up her own sleeve, Narcissa looks at the incredibly faded outline of the Dark Mark on the inside of her arm. Maybe it's just her imagination, but as she runs her thumb over it, she feels a distant sort of pang of pain. Was any of that conversation real? It had certainly felt real. And in the end… there was one way to find out.
Leaving the room behind, the Lady of House Malfoy sets about ordering herself a suite at the fanciest magical hotel in Diagon Alley. A fair bit of a step up from the Leaky Cauldron, of course, somewhere she wouldn't be caught dead in even on her worst day. However, just like Bellatrix said, Narcissa doesn't bother arranging for company for the evening this time around.
Instead she would either spend the night alone… or she would meet this new Lord that had freed Bellatrix from Azkaban and stolen her from the Dark Lord. And maybe, just maybe… she'd let herself be stolen as well.
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Harry didn't know how to feel about Bellatrix's success. It wasn't that he didn't want a chance to bring Narcissa Malfoy into his stable of witches and bind her magic to his own. In fact, the idea held great appeal, truth be told. Not just because Narcissa was beautiful, but also because having her under his thumb would also give him access to Lucius Malfoy.
In the same way Harry had taken Rodolphus' magic by way of his magical marriage bond to Bellatrix, Harry would also have the ability to turn Lucius Malfoy into a muggle… if he didn't decide to just kill the man outright. Needless to say, that was very, very tempting.
The problem was… Bellatrix had managed it all so damn quickly. He'd barely given her permission and she had already arranged a meeting with him. To be fair, Harry had made sure to peruse her memories of the conversation she'd had with Narcissa.
He was actually quite proud of how Bellatrix had comported herself. Stunning and obliviating the server rather than killing them, making no promises to Narcissa that she couldn't back up without talking to him first, and ultimately making sure that the other Black Witch understood what she was getting into, but not giving away too much about Harry and his methods.
All in all, Bellatrix had proven that she could be trusted more than he thought she could. While at the same time making him feel a little inadequate given how many slow burns he had going with other witches. Here he was, still not having sealed the deal with Rita Skeeter of all people, while after one conversation with Bellatrix, Narcissa Malfoy was pretty much ready to sign on the dotted line.
Still, there was one small thing Harry had to decide as he found himself standing invisible and undetectable in Narcissa Malfoy's hotel suite, watching her pace back and forth across the floor while waiting for him to show up. The hour was already rather late, so he wouldn't keep her waiting much longer.
However… did he wish to hide his identity from her until after their deal was concluded, like he had with Amelia so far? Or should she know exactly who he is before they continue?
Chapter 38: Narcissa's Submission
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A/N: Well, Harry reveals himself to Narcissa as himself. Let's see how that works for him :P
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"Hello Narcissa."
In the end, he chooses to appear as himself, positioning himself so that he's behind her as she's in the midst of pacing to the other side of the room. To her credit, the Lady Malfoy doesn't hesitate. She whips around, her wand already in her hand. Harry doesn't stop her, if she wants to cast something at him, she can… it won't matter.
But no, she stops herself, belatedly realizing that if he managed to sneak up on her like this, he can only be the new Lord that Bellatrix spoke of. Of course, then she actually gets a good look at him, realizes who he is, and damn near drops her wand in shock.
Her eyes widen, her jaw drops open, and Harry takes a moment to enjoy the gobsmacked expression on her face as she regards him. But… it's only for a moment, and not from anything he does on his end. The moment suddenly passes as Narcissa schools her expression and straightens up, lowering her wand. Abruptly, she looks cool as a cucumber as she regards him from the other side of the hotel suite.
"You must be the one who got Bellatrix out of Azkaban and modified her Dark Mark then. Her new… Lord and Master."
… Really? No 'it can't be' or 'you can't possibly be who I'm waiting for'? Harry is almost disappointed, though he lets none of it show on his face. Instead, wordlessly, he casts Legimens and skims the surface of Narcissa's mind.
Oh. She thinks he's disguised. Harry almost laughs right then and there. He'd waffled over whether to reveal his true identity to her or not all this time, and now here he was, standing before her as himself, as Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. And yet… Narcissa thinks he's wearing an illusion, or that he's polyjuiced or something. She doesn't quite know which it is, she just knows that he can't possibly actually be himself.
Ironic to say the least. In trying to give her some minor respect by letting her know exactly who she would be getting in bed with, Harry had unintentionally disguised himself more effectively than he ever could have done intentionally. It makes sense from Narcissa's point of view, of course. After all, what's more likely? That a young wizard like Harry Potter broke her sister out of Azkaban and found a way to modify and take ownership of the Dark Mark… or that whoever was actually behind all of this was merely using Harry's likeness for their own ends?
"… I am, yes. And your new Lord and Master as well, soon enough."
Fuck it, she could think what she liked. In the end, it didn't matter who he was, not really. What mattered here and now was who Narcissa Malfoy truly was deep down inside.
"That remains to be seen. Did Bella tell you my conditions? Are you amenable to them?"
Humming rather than answering immediately, Harry dives beneath the surface of Narcissa's mind, deeper than he had so far to get to the real heart of the matter. He learns several things by doing so. For one, this isn't a trap. Obviously he'd already known that from his own reconnaissance, but it's good to have confirmation that Narcissa hasn't told anyone about her meeting with Bellatrix, nor did she tell anyone she would be here tonight.
For two, Narcissa hates Lucius Malfoy and doesn't even realize how much. She thinks that they just share a mutual disinterest bordering on dislike for one another, but the reality is, she feels like Lucius took something from her. She can't explain what it was though and that's part of the reason why she doesn't even realize how deep her hatred runs for her husband.
For three, Narcissa truly does love Draco Malfoy. Her son is the most important thing in her whole world right now. The only bright spot in her life. For all her luxuries, for all that she's a spoiled trophy wife who gets whatever she wants, it's all become dull and grey over time. Draco though, Draco is ever changing, constantly growing, and has Narcissa's full attention. Only, he's becoming more and more like his father, something that scared Narcissa to her core.
Finally, last but not least… Narcissa doesn't love Draco as much as she thinks she does. And while he's the center of her universe for now, the truth is… she wants more. She yearns for it without even realizing it. With Lucius out of the way and total control over House Malfoy's holdings and finances until Draco comes of age, Narcissa will finally have the power she's longed for all her life. She might come to realize that Draco is an obstacle. She might even want to remove him at some point.
Harry considers this all in a split second, even as he pretends to consider her 'conditions'. Finally, he smiles and nods.
"I am. You will swear yourself to me. You will help me deal with your husband. Your son will be safe so long as he does not interfere with my plans. Keep him out of my way and you will remain in nominal control of House Malfoy until he comes of age."
Of course, they might revisit that caveat when it got closer to Draco's ascendance to the position of Lord Malfoy. Looking past what Narcissa believes about herself to her true nature, Harry can see a woman who might decide to do away with her own son if it proves necessary. Others might shy away from such a thing… but for Harry, that represents an opportunity he would be remiss to pass up on.
For a moment, Narcissa looks surprised by his easy acceptance of her conditions. Her mouth opens and then closes as she swallows thickly before nodding.
"I… very well then. I accept your offer. I will… pledge myself to you in exchange for all you've offered me."
Narcissa reaches down and pulls up her sleeve then, exposing the faded Dark Mark on her arm. She holds it out to him, like he's going to take control right then and there. Harry lets a crooked smile spread across his face, causing her to stiffen.
"Bella didn't exactly tell you how this all works, Lady Malfoy. Usurping ownership of your soul from the Dark Lord is not so simple. It requires a ritual… a tantric ritual."
Narcissa's eyes widen at that and she blushes crimson as her gaze slides up and down his body.
"I… I see."
He half-expects her to object to him 'wearing' one of her son's peers as a disguise then. He's anticipating her calling him out for 'disguising himself' as Harry Potter. He even thinks she might ask him to change. Narcissa does none of those things, much to Harry's bemusement. Instead, after barely a moment… she begins to strip.
Harry watches her curiously before shrugging and preparing the ritual circle. It's easy with the power he has these days, quite frankly. And the hotel suite that Narcissa has chosen is quite spacious, allowing him to set up the ritual right in the open area where she'd been pacing while waiting for his arrival.
By the time she's done stripping, he's done with his preparations as well. And yet… why rush it? Vanishing his own clothes, he lets his cock flop out of its confines, even as he feasts his eyes upon Narcissa's naked body. The youngest of the Black Sisters is still a total MILF. Innate magic combined with what is likely a very expensive beauty charm regimen has kept her body in tip top shape. A shame that Lucius takes advantage of the beautiful wife he married so damn infrequently because Narciss is a bombshell under her dress.
Full pale breasts, wide flared hips, a nice thick ass, and an itty bitty waist. Her eyes dart to his cock as she licks her pillowy lips, her hands going to her front and lacing over her abdomen in tense anticipation. Finally, the naked witch begins to move towards the ritual circle… which is when Harry stops her.
"No. Not yet."
Pausing, Narcissa narrows her eyes as Harry points to his feet, his desires obvious.
"… Is this part of the ritual?"
Shaking his head in amusement, he's bluntly honest with her.
"It is not. There can be no doubts in a ritual such as this one. There's a reason Bella made sure you were on board before going into detail about my offer. Show me how badly you want this, Lady Malfoy."
Narcissa's breath hitches and from his intrusion into her thoughts, Harry can see that she hasn't fellated many men in her life. Not even her own husband. Still, she makes her way over to him and slowly descends to her knees, staring up into his emerald eyes and shivering for a moment before making her decision.
Rather than just using her inexperienced mouth, Narcissa quite smartly decides to include her tits as well. She lifts up her large breasts and wraps them around his throbbing mast. Her breath hitches as he grunts, the heat reverberating off of his cock pulsing through her tits and into her body. Along with it, Harry sends a little bit of his magic, much as he's been doing with Rita Skeeter to make her feel better than she's ever felt before every time they've fucked so far.
Technically, Harry doesn't have to 'waste' such a thing on Narcissa. She's already on board and he can see in her mind that she's not going to back out, not for anything. However, it's not really a waste when it doesn't cost him anything permanent to do. And besides, the good will generated in return is… invaluable.
Narcissa lets out a cute, surprised moan at how good wrapping her tits around his cock feels. The MILF of a witch shudders for a moment, even forgetting what she's supposed to be doing. But she remembers quickly enough and dips her head down, never letting her eyes leave his face as she opens those beautiful pillowy lips of hers and takes the first couple inches of his cock into her mouth.
From there, she begins to pleasure him in earnest. Normally, it's she who would be receiving the oral right now in a place like this. The young men she has take care of her needs in hotel suites just like this one would usually be between her thighs by now, licking and lapping away at her cunt.
But they aren't here right now. Harry is. Reaching out, he smiles thinly as he slides his fingers through Narcissa's blonde hair. She pauses briefly, gazing up at him as he tightens his hold but doesn't take control. Not yet anyways.
"Continue."
He watches as his order washes over her mind. Despite how much she hates her husband, despite how much she longs for control of her own life, Narcissa Malfoy has still been raised to obey. She's a Pureblood Witch, a daughter of House Black, and her place has always been at a wizard's feet. It's just as Narcissa told Bellatrix at the tea house. There's no such thing as freedom in this world for witches like them.
Harry will be a kinder Master than Voldemort or Lucius though. He swears that much, even if only to himself. And so he lets Narcissa control the tempo, neither forcing her further down his cock then she's prepared for, nor thrusting forward down the back of her throat as he's tempted to do. Instead, he stands there and enjoys the way she fumbles and fondles her own breasts up and down his cock, all while suckling at the head of his member.
His hand remains in her hair as an ever-present reminder that she's about to belong to him however, and Harry keeps a close eye on her mind, checking for any resentment or indignation or even burgeoning hatred.
He sees none of that, but definitely plenty of desperation. Not only does he represent a way for Narcissa to finally be out from under her husband's thumb, but also… Bellatrix had told her sister outright that Voldemort was still out there. Harry, for all that she didn't think he was himself, represented her only protection against the Dark Lord returning to ruin her and her son's lives.
She's grasping at lifelines, and his is the one that's currently looking to be the most secure in the face of the coming storm.
Smiling, Harry relaxes his hold on her hair, running his fingers across her scalp for a moment instead. Narcissa moans at this touch, her eyes half-rolling back in her head for a moment before rolling forward again.
"I'm getting close now, Narcissa. Swallow it all."
He'd told her the truth when he said that this wasn't part of the ritual. But that didn't mean it couldn't be. As he cums and the prepared witch kneeling in front of him does her best to drink the sudden deluge of his seed, Harry makes sure to suffuse it with plenty of his magic. The result in Narcissa gurgling and moaning as she swallows, her thighs clenching together and her nipples growing even harder as they stand on end and protrude out from her chest.
Her toes curl behind her as well, Harry notices from over her head as he lets out a pleased sigh. She enjoyed that. She REALLY enjoyed that.
Pulling her back off of his cock, he grins down at her. She, in turn, looks a little dazed as she stares up at him.
"What… what was that?"
Unable to help himself, Harry chortles.
"A taste of what's to come."
Yeah, it's incredibly cheesy… but he still likes the line all the same. And Narcissa is a little too delirious to even notice the joke he's just made anyways. Though, she's not too delirious to ask things of him, even as he gently but firmly begins to push her onto her back in the center of the ritual circle behind her.
"Please… Bella said you might not take my husband's life. That you might not require it. I want… I want you to take it anyways. I beg you… please kill him for me… Master."
He's not her Master yet. But he appreciates the submissive form of address all the same. Humming consideringly, Harry runs his hands over Narcissa Malfoy's body, finding her pliant and eager to succumb to him. He considers his options… before deciding to make them her options instead.
"I could kill him for you tonight, Narcissa. If that's what you want. Or I could simply strip him of his magic and leave him no better than a muggle. The Lord Malfoy, a magicless squib. Or we could save his death for another time, I suppose. I leave it up to you."
Narcissa is staring at him, focused up now. The moment he'd said he could kill Lucius tonight; she'd become far more alert. Then when he'd mentioned turning Lucius into a muggle, her eyes had widened before narrowing in thought. Harry just smiles as he rubs his cockhead against the MILF witch's drooling lips, waiting for her to make her decision.
Chapter 39: Shifting Power
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A/N: Narcissa joins the fold~
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He's serious when he says he's leaving it in her hands. Either way, tonight Harry Potter makes Narcissa Malfoy his woman. His cock is pressed against the entrance of her dripping, drooling cunt and she's laid out on her back in the middle of the ritual circle with a belly full of his magic-infused cum.
As she ponders his offer, Harry begins to slowly push magic out into the ritual circle as well, filling it with his energy and taking control of the ritual so he can direct it as he likes. Of course, just because he's letting Narcissa decide doesn't mean he's going to wait forever. Teasing her entrance with his cock gets her attention easily enough, a soft moan leaving her lips as she shudders and quivers beneath him.
Finally, she focuses her gaze back on his gaze, staring up into his emerald green eyes as she makes her decision.
"… Strip him of his magic. Leave him alive but powerless. He'll lose everything. He'll be nothing."
Heh, she wasn't wrong. There were reasons that squibs weren't talked about very much and were usually regulated to the bottom rungs of society. There were also reasons that muggle relatives of muggleborns had never made any true forays into magical society. There was no muggle-run business in Diagon Alley for instance. Nor any squib-run business either for that matter.
Why? Some of the more ignorant muggleborns would shout it was discrimination, plain and simple. That the Purebloods were just keeping muggles out and oppressing their squib relatives due to pure bigotry. And while it was true that many Purebloods were bigots and thus incentivized to do their best to keep those they considered lesser away from the levers of power… things were never as simple or clear cut as they might seem.
The truth was the Wizarding World was built on magic. That might seem like it should be obvious, but it was more than that. The Wizarding World and its apparatuses fundamentally could not exist without magic. From the Ministry of Magic tracking underage magic through wands, to needing magic to be able to set up a Floo Connection, to even needing magic to have a vault at Gringotts bank.
And most importantly for their purposes, you could not hold a seat in the Wizengamot and claim the position of Lord of a Magic House if you did not have magic. There had never been a squib Lord of any magical family in the entire Wizarding World's history, not just because of the Purebloods hiding squibs away like they were a stain on their honor, but also because squibs could not properly inherit magical property without magic of their own.
In the same regard, this was why muggles could not hold property in the Wizarding World, or open bank vaults at Gringotts, or apply for a Floo Connection at the Ministry. Because all of these things expected you to be magical. All of these things expected you to have magic of your own. And if you didn't… you were quite literally less of a person in the eyes of Magical Society.
Musing on all of this, Harry reflects that he can't really think of a more appropriate fate for one Lord Lucius Malfoy. So, with a smirk on his lips, he begins to push into Narcissa, beginning to fill the beautiful buxom blonde witch with his cock.
As he does so, he looks into her eyes and speaks the words.
"Are you ready, Narcissa Malfoy?"
Shivering, Narcissa nods.
"Y-Yes."
"Are you willing?"
"I… I'm willing."
"Are you eager?"
Narcissa blushes at that, glancing down at where they're slowly being joined. Her sopping cunt already betrays the answer to that question, but still… she nods again.
"I'm eager…"
The ritual circle begins to glow as Narcissa signals her readiness, willingness, and eagerness to join with him. She might not necessarily want to do this because she specifically wants to submit to him, but her reasons don't matter so long as she goes in with her eyes wide open. Chuckling, Harry thrusts into Narcissa Malfoy with every last inch of his cock, causing the circle beneath her to fully come alive with his magical power.
In response, Narcissa's eyes widen and her jaw drops open as her back arches and she lets out a loud, moaning cry. Her pussy walls clench and flex down around his invading cock, and her body shakes and spasms beneath him. Harry holds her firmly by the hips, so he's not too worried about her accidentally flopping away from him or the ritual circle at this point.
Still, he quickly picks up the pace, beginning to fuck her harder and faster by the moment. His cock slams into her sloshing, quivering quim with ferocity and speed, and his hands grip down harshly on her flesh. Once he's set the proper pace for the tantric sex ritual, Harry reaches out with his magic and pushes into Narcissa's very essence.
Like with Bellatrix, he starts by securing the Dark Mark. Voldemort's claim to Narcissa's soul would normally supersede any other claim of dominion over her. He was her Master and so long as even a fragment of him lived, she would belong to him just like her husband did, just like every other Death Eater did.
But Harry didn't share… certainly not with pissant Dark Lords who were just in the way of his real goals. Reaching up, he grabs Narcissa's bared arm, placing his palm right over the Dark Mark. He reaches in and locks down the simple soul brand, taking it as his own and chaining it up just like Bella's.
Narcissa gasps and moans. On her end, it doesn't feel like too much is happening. After all, Voldemort already owned her. This was just a transfer of that ownership from the Dark Lord to one Harry Potter. Once that's done, then Harry goes deeper… then he goes for Narcissa's magic itself.
He forges the connection between them through a series of thrusts into the mewling, shuddering MILF laid out under him. Narcissa Malfoy groans and moans, cumming around his cock as he continues to fuck her soundly. She's not a woman who usually gives up control to the boy toys she would bring to this hotel suite normally. But now she's submitting, surrendering control to Harry and giving up… everything in the process.
At the same time though, she's gaining everything right back. Harry has no intentions of betraying his promises to her. He'll give her exactly what she wants… knowing full well that she will never be able to fight back against him. In the end, her magic belongs to him now. He is her Master.
Narcissa lets out one last lurid, pleasured cry beneath him as he fills her with his seed, cumming inside of her. It's not technically a necessity, but creampieing the MILF does solidify the new connection he's forged with her, completing the bond between them now. He is her Master and she is his Servant, her magic now belonging to him.
Of course, with submission comes understanding and knowledge as well. Narcissa knows him as her Master now, but she also… she also knows him for who he really is. It would be impossible for her to not know him intrinsically after he just got done rummaging around inside of her very essence.
"You…"
Harry smirks as he leans back, still buried inside of Narcissa's freshly spunked cunt, his cock still rock hard and throbbing in her pussy.
"Me."
Narcissa looks up at him, a little mortified, a little horrified, but more than anything… amazed.
"You're actually him. You're actually Harry Potter."
Harry chuckles and inclines his head.
"Guilty as charged."
She looks down at where they're joined together, rapidly coming to terms with his true identity. But that doesn't mean she doesn't have questions.
"H-How? How are you… this?"
Harry understands. Really he does. Because it's one thing for him to be lauded as the Boy-Who-Lived and praised as the one year old who somehow slew Voldemort. It's another entirely for someone her son's age to have such a mastery of magic that he not only freed her sister from Azkaban, but proved capable of usurping the Dark Lord's soul brand and binding Narcissa to him in a ritual that made her magic his own.
That doesn't mean he's going to tell her about the time travel though. She might be irrevocably tied to him now, but he doesn't owe her anything. Instead, he goes for a half-truth.
"Because I had to be. Because I need to be for what's coming next."
Narcissa's eyes flicker with understanding… or what she thinks is understanding.
"T-The Dark Lord…"
But Harry scoffs and shakes his head, much to her surprise.
"Voldemort is nothing. He's a literal shadow of his former self right now, and I have no intention of letting him get a body back. No, Narcissa. He's nothing more than an obstacle. Once I've dealt with him, we'll have far worse things to deal with."
The MILFy Matriarch of House Malfoy stares at him blankly, clearly not able to imagine anything worse than Voldemort. Harry just smiles and changes the subject.
"You're mine now, Lady Malfoy. I've bound you to me and your magic is now mine to do with as I please. As you have willingly joined my service, I will allow you to continue to use your own magic in your day to day life, as well as live your life normally, outside of when I call for you. That said… do you still wish me to deal with your husband and strip him of his magic tonight?
Narcissa hesitates for only a moment before biting her lower lip and nodding enthusiastically.
"Y-Yes… yes, I do. What do we have to do?"
Smirking, Harry brings his hands to Narcissa's breasts, fondling them. At the same time, the ritual circle begins to rotate around them, parts of it changing as he uses his newly enhanced magical reserves to modify it on the fly.
"You? You don't have to do anything but lay back and look beautiful. I'll do the hard work."
Narcissa moans as he reaches out through his newly formed connection to her, deep into her magic itself. Finding the magical vows of marriage she made to Lucius Malfoy and following them back to the man himself is simple enough.
And since he already started it with Rodolphus Lestrange… why not continue his little act with Malfoy as well?
-x-X-x-
As Harry fucks Narcissa on her back in the ritual circle, using Bellatrix's modified version of his original ritual to reach through the Lady Malfoy and grasp at her husband's magic, he also projects himself into Malfoy Manor, easily slipping through the wards given that some of his magic comes from Narcissa Malfoy now and she herself is keyed into the wards.
Lucius twitches in his bed as Harry latches onto his magic like a parasite and begins to siphon it for himself. It's both easier and harder than it was with Bellatrix's husband. On the one hand, Lucius is in much better shape and health than Rodolphus was. Over a decade in Azkaban Prison would leave anyone weak and vulnerable, but by comparison, Lucius is in his physical and magical prime.
On the other hand, Harry has twice as much power as he did when he took Rodolphus magic from him. And Lucius Malfoy has made the mistake of selling his soul to the Dark Lord, leaving him uniquely vulnerable to this type of attack.
The Lord of House Malfoy suddenly sits straight up in his bed, awoken at long last by the increasing discomfort he's experiencing. Finally, he sees Harry… or rather, he sees a shadowy presence with piercing red eyes at the foot of his bed.
"Lucius…"
To his credit, Lord Malfoy doesn't hesitate to summon his wand and fling the strongest curse he knows at the shadowy figure. Even if he thinks it is Voldemort, he can always pretend he didn't know. Unfortunately for him, Harry isn't really there… and in the end, all Lucius does is create another connection between them with that magic, allowing Harry to take from him all the faster.
Gasping for breath, Lucius shudders as he shakily climbs out of bed.
"Wha-… who…"
"My dear Lucius. Tell me… what became of the diary I entrusted to you? What did you do with it? Did you keep it safe, as I ordered?"
Lucius jerks back as if struck. Not only does he now fully believe he's facing the Dark Lord, but he also remembers exactly what he did with Voldemort's diary. He did not keep it safe. Not even remotely.
"I… m-my lord, it was stolen from me. By your enemies! I tried to-!"
"A shame. But I suppose you can still serve me in another way."
Lucius drops to his knees now, mostly because he doesn't have the strength to remain standing. But he's also quick to act like he meant to do it, all but prostrating himself before his supposed master.
"P-Please my lord… of course I will serve you. Please, tell me what I must do."
"Nothing. It is already being done. Know that your sacrifice will not be in vain, Lucius. Your magic will be put to good use."
Lucius' eyes widen in horror and recognition and in that moment Harry has confirmation that while Narcissa didn't know about Rodolphus yet, Lucius already did. The Lord of House Malfoy had in fact heard about Rodolphus losing his magic, and no doubt heard the ramblings of the maddened prisoner for himself.
"No… please my lord, please. There are many others in Azkaban who you could take from instead. I am still positioned to serve you on the outside! I have the Ministry wrapped around my finger, they answer to me! Please!"
Harry lets out a bit of sibilant laughter, perfectly mimicking Voldemort's mocking tone as he does so.
"Shameful and cowardly to the last, dear Lucius. Do not fret. It is almost over now."
To his mild surprise, Lucius' face contorts in rage all of a sudden and he snaps up his wand, casting spell after spell at Harry's projection. None of it helps the ailing Lord Malfoy of course… in fact, he actively drains his own magic for Harry all the faster, until the wand in Lucius' hands won't even let out a spark because he's been reduced to nothing but a muggle. The wand that's served him faithfully all this time has become nothing but a nicely carved stick.
"No… no! No, no, no!"
Harry smiles and pulls his projection back, leaving Lucius kneeling on the floor of his bedroom, powerless and helpless. Literally in fact. The man can't even move through his own mansion without potentially activating the wards at this point. They will no longer recognize him as their Master. Not even his own House Elves will recognize him as their Master.
Pulling out of Narcissa's cunt, Harry moves his cock back to her mouth, letting her suck him the rest of the way to completion as he revels in the power he gained tonight. Only after cumming in her mouth again and watching the Lady Malfoy dutifully swallow does he announce it.
"It is done. Lucius Malfoy is now as magicless as any muggle. And best of all, he believes Voldemort took his magic."
Narcissa's eyes widen at that, before her lips curl into a wide, wicked grin.
"… Thank you, my lord. I swear to serve you faithfully… Master."
Harry just smirks, knowing how ambitious and power-hungry Narcissa truly is. But in the end it doesn't matter. She's tied to him more tightly than she was tied to even Voldemort. She's his now, and they both know it.