{The Daily Prophet, Diagon Alley}
{3rd Sep 1991}
{3rd Person POV}
Narcissa burst through the doors and everyone scrambled to get out of her way. No one dared to meet her eyes as everyone had a copy of the paper in their hands. Her eyes roamed around the room for a slight second as her stoic face kept her irritation at bay. Rita's office was in one corner of the building, it was quite secluded as she was one of the more famous journalists in Britain, exclusively writing for the Daily Prophet and the Witch Weekly.
She pushed open the room and she noticed the utter lack of surprise on Rita's face, Narcissa closed the door behind her. That got Rita's attention and she slightly shifted in her chair.
'So she was expecting Lucius as well, Why though?' Narcissa thought as she started waving her wand in a morphed star-shaped pattern before she pointed the wand at the door. Her senses revealed that the ward had been anchored to the door and once she was sure that no one would disturb them she walked over and removed her wizard robes. The Blue, deep V-neck dress would have made anyone's mouth water, a deep cleavage was revealed as she slowly placed the robe on the only chair opposite Rita's table.
Her breasts strained against the confines of the straps as she leaned forward and asked, "What the fuck were you thinking reporting false information and accusing such preposterous things about me."
Rita could tell that Narcissa was angry but at the same time, she couldn't help but glance at the valley. Narcissa certainly was bigger than her and the casual way she leaned forward would normally have intimidated her.
'Unfortunately for you my dear, we are not in school anymore. And from the way things are looking your leverage is slipping.' Rita thought. She glanced at her tits again and imagined how they would look as her mind went back to the events of last night. How Rigel had fucked her against the wardrobe and made her squirt over an unconscious Evelyn Rowle who was sprawled on the floor from her orgasms.
Shivers went down her spine as she thought about Narcissa's face and tits beneath her just watching her being pussy being ruined. As the torturous arousal once again hammered into the walls of reasoning.
Narcissa frowned as she looked at Rita's flushed state, she clearly wasn't embarrassed but Narcissa couldn't pinpoint what was up.
'Her mana is going haywire though? Is she under a confundus or something?' Narcissa thought as Rita snapped out of her daze and looked into her eyes. Rita's right hand slowly left her swollen cunt which she had been rubbing for the better part of an hour hoping for a release.
"Narcissa..." Rita almost moaned her name out as her body was still at its peak, "What brings you to my office."
'Something is clearly wrong with her...' Narcissa thought as she held her wand ready for an unprovoked attack. The worst didn't happen though as Rita slowly came back from her lust-induced high, her orgasm started fading away.
Her face morphed into a frown as she looked at Narcissa, her blush increased as she shrugged, "I didn't write anything wrong."
"You mean the story where you totally fabricated rumors about my family slowly killing off all the Blacks for their fame and fortune?" Narcissa scowled as she glared at the blond witch, sarcasm dripping from her tone.
"Deep down even you know it wasn't entirely wrong, that's why you are here alone aren't you, without Lucius," Rita spoke as the confident grace returned to her. She pointed her finger at the seat and spoke, "Now sit down If you want to talk, but just to make it clear I'm not going to take those articles back."
Narcissa huffed and hesitated, she looked into Rita's eyes before she sat back down, her breasts jiggled and after watching them dance for a brief second Rita opened a drawer on her desk and started pulling out her notes. After getting a general direction of what to search for from Rigel, the rest of the story wrote itself.
"Pollux Black, died of unknown causes last year... Same with Cassiopeia, there is no known cause of her disappearance but her death according to the tapestry coincides with the timing of Draco turning 18... Walburga Black died in 1985, the cause of death is unknown. Orion Black died in 1979, same as every other case, the cause of death is unknown. Regulus Black died in 1979, unkown... Sirius Black incarnated for life. Bellatrix Black Incarcerated for life..." Rita continued to push files in front of her causing Narcissa to sink into her chair, her eyes tracking the growing pile in front of her.
"Andromeda married a Muggle and thus was blasted off the line of succession. That leaves the Black family with 3 of its last remaining branches. The first one and the closest to the claim is Rigel Black, son of Regulus Black and the legitimate heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. Secondly, it's Draco Malfoy, son of Narcissa Malfoy, who is in this race just because of a clause inserted into a dubious marriage contract. And third is Harry Potter, but his chances of getting access to that seat are next to zero unless both Rigel and Draco die..." Rita finished. She looked at Narcissa who was staring at her notes, her eyes lost in thought and she realized that Narcissa herself had not realized what was happening.
Rita controlled her surprise and she continued, "Since the day your marriage contract was signed in 1972, 9 members of the House Black have died and 2 have been permanently incarcerated. Yet, nothing happens to the one family who has gained the most visible trait of being a member of the house Black. The Tonks remain unharmed simply because they are not in line to inherit the seat..." Rita shrugged.
Narcissa held her chair tightly as unknown emotions went through her, she had been so preoccupied with her own dreams of gaining access to the massive generational wealth hidden in Black Family Vault, that she hadn't seen this coming. She carefully collected Rita's notes and began reading, each of the suspiciously unknown disappearances of her family painted a sinister picture...
Narcissa placed the notes down and looked at Rita, the blond was clearly enjoying her dismayed look so she put on a stoic mask again. After debating it multiple times in her mind, she asked, "So you have met Rigel while he was in Hogwarts... arrange a meeting for me."
Narcissa could not understand why a simple question prompted Rita to get a flushed expression but she didn't ask. Right now she needed to understand what was happening, and how she was going to survive.
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{Azkaban, North Sea}
{3rd Sep 1991}
{3rd Person POV}
...
"-mise you'll look aft-"
"-HAHAHahahahhaAHHAHAh"
"-mise you'll look after Harr-"
Sirius looked at the hazy skull floating in the air. The Dark Mark. The frenzied laughter. A shrill shriek. A collapsed house. Limp hand, blood dripping from the arm. Shaggy black hair hung loosely and his neck clearly broken. A pair of Broken Glasses lying just a couple of feet away.
...
...
Sirius felt himself shrivel up as he once again morphed back into a dog. As a trickle of warmth once again flooded into his body the dark images that haunted him drifted back into his mind. He shivered slightly as the dementors that were feasting on his memories backed away.
Time seemingly lost meaning to him once again but something was different today. His gaze turned to the room as he found a couple of newspapers that had been shoved through to his cell.
'I can use those to keep me warm...' Sirius thought, his mind reacted a little slow but still he slowly wobbled over to the front of his cell. He grabbed the newspaper with his jaw and slowly retreated back into his corner. Sirius didn't want to return to his human form to unravel the paper but his eyes caught sight of a man with dark black hair screaming in the papers.
...
'That's me right?'
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AN - Snowballing effect!
P.S.- 34+ Chapters ahead and Photos of Narcissa's dress and this scene on P.atreon!