{Gringotts, Diagon Alley, London}
{23rd June 1991}
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The silence lasted for a moment before Glothyook opened the drawer and pulled out a bowl. The bowl looked like it was just made out of marble but to Rigel's senses he could feel several glowing figures carefully etched onto it. While he watched as the goblin proceeded to pull out several more things, Narcissa watched his reactions.
'Either he's a very good actor or this is really his first time doing this. But if it is the first time doing a bloodline trace, why isn't he afraid of the outcome.' Narcissa thought, to her Rigel's actions and threat had been a surprise.
At the same time, his actions didn't make sense. On one hand, he was surprisingly intelligent, it could be inferred by the way he twisted the 'Bloodline theft' logic against her. But then how did he even know to use it, was it a shot in the dark, but the confidence in his eyes seemed so real?
'He's calm and collected even in the face of his own desires. He found a weakness and he pressed hard...' Narcissa thought and a spark of interest did arouse inside her. In addition, the thought of using his heritage to dominate him excited her even more, she could see his confident look break as he writhed in pleasure beneath her.
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"I need seven drops of your blood," Glothyook grunted as he held a knife that was 'glowing' in his hands.
Rigel focused on the knife and a popup appeared in front of him startling him somewhat, after reading through it he presented his right hand to Glothyook.
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[Inferior Ritual Knife (Uncommon): A Ritual knife enhanced with self-healing properties. Any wound inflicted by this knife would heal itself after a while.
+ Minor Heal enhancement]
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*Slash*
With no hesitation and with a hint of aggression, Glothyook poked the knife against Rigel's index finger, and immediately, blood began dropping from the wound. After seven drops, Rigel pulled his hands back and watched as he saw his blood glide across the surface of the marble bowl. Before he could see several runes glowing, several of them started dimming, and several others started shining brighter than ever.
The number of runes changed 7 times and each time a different combination of magic flowed into the pool of blood that had now settled at the bottom of the ritual bowl. Rigel focused his attention on the ritual bowl, and this time, he was ready for the popup of info that appeared.
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[Bloodline Trace Ritual Bowl (Rare): A Ritual Bowl enchanted to trace the bloodlines of the 77 founding families that built the Braitain Magical government, Wizengamot. The 539 Runes etched onto the Ritual Bowl have been configured to recognize the magic present in the blood and can successfully trace the bloodline back seven generations.
The 100% accuracy is only limited to the parent's magic, after that only the name of the house could be detected.]
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'Did the goblin really need to use 7 drops of blood...' Rigel thought as he watched the process with narrowed eyes. It looks like he had rushed through the acceptance of the goblin's request while he was still celebrating his victory over Narcissa.
"I didn't need to donate 7 drops of blood did I?" Rigel asked.
Narcissa gave him a small smile again, her stoic expression crumbling once again as she leaned back comfortably in her chair. Her cleavage bulged as Rigel's eyes shifted down.
'I need to be careful with her, whatever she had planned likely needed my full lineage to be revealed. Whether it was to dissolve any attempt to claim the position at the heirship of the House of Black or for something else I don't know...' Rigel thought.
'Heh, once he is revealed as a half-blood or descendant of a squib, there would be no reason for Arcturus Black to make a comeback. Last I heard he was on his deathbed anyway...' Narcissa thought as she fluttered her eyes at Rigel. According to her, the chances of Rigel being a pureblood were zero. Due to his family influences, Sirius wasn't that interested in dating the privileged class like he used to call them. And Regulus was really too pure to go fiddling around with anyone before his marriage. Judging by the fact that he was so reluctant during the core expansion ritual.
While Rigel and Narcissa were playing their little game, Glothyook poured the blood down onto an enchanted parchment. Feeling the mana that the paper was releasing as it absorbed the blood he turned his attention back to the important matter.
His blood started squiggling on the parchment before it was slowly absorbed. A moment later, letters started appearing on the paper and all three of them leaned forward to read.
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'''Birth Name: Rigel Perseus Black
Father: Regulus Arcturus Black {Deceased}
Mother: Cynthia Marlowe Gaunt {Deceased}
Grandfather I: Black
Grandfather II: Gaunt
Grandmother I: Black
Grandmother II: ~
Great-Grandfather I: Black
Great-Grandfather II: ~
Great-Grandmother I: Black
Great-Grandmother II: Gaunt
...'''
The list went on to trace his lineage back 7 generations as the discretion said. What was interesting though was that except for the names of his parents, the others were simply surnames.
'The bowl was just able to trace the family magic, and Regulus, I thought that it would be Sirius because of his... tendencies to do things.' Rigel thought. While he wasn't as surprised by the result, although he was interested as to how his existence came to be.
Narcissa physically moved as if she was struck by the words on the parchment, she took a deep breath as she leaned back in her chair. The playful expression on her face vanished as she used Occlumency to quickly go through all her plans. None seemed to be viable anymore.
'Regulus... how could it be him, and who the fuck is Cynthia Marlowe Gaunt...' Narcissa frowned and Rigel caught the genuine irritation on her face. He gave her a grin as the goblin grunted.
"Lady Malfoy, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave since this conversation moving forward needed to be privileged," Glothyook spoke/grunted. His voice was still rough but Rigel could get the feeling that he was embarrassed.
'Fuck, of course, I even lost what little leverage I had over getting him dismissed as an heir candidate...' Narcissa thought, she gracefully stood up and glanced at Rigel who was admiring her barely visible thong. This time the feeling of satisfaction didn't come as his face and the smirk he was suppressing clearly told her that he was mocking her attempt.
'Fuckkkk!' Narcissa screamed in her mind as she glided out of the room. As soon as the knowledge about Rigel's attendance at Hogwarts was confirmed he became untouchable. She can't deal with him because the first family to be accused of Bloodline theft would be her own. On the other hand, she needed to make sure to keep the conservative family in line so that nobody tires anything on the boy.
'At least with Regulus, the conservative families won't be out for his blood. The chance of Black families remaining in our voting pool increases since his father was a legitimate death eater, rather than a falsely convicted one... Fuck.' Narcissa cursed one final time as she left the room, instead of leaving the bank she moved toward the Malfoy accounts manager.
She needed a new plan.
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On the other corner of the bank, Rigel still sat in his chair as he stared at the wizard robes that Narcissa had left behind. Her enticing fragrance still lingered in the room and after grabbing the robe, feeling it's smooth silk dance on his fingers he turned to look at Glothyook and asked.
"Well, now it seems like we have a lot to talk about don't we?"
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AN - Don't worry, although Narcissa wouldn't be the first target, she will remain an important side character.
P.S.- What do you think about photos of male or other characters, should I add them or keep them female only? I'm thinking female only?
5 chapters ahead on P.atreon!