Peace and Quiet with Pureblood Politics

Harry hid a small smile as he sat in detention. There was a palpable tension in the air as Bella paced back and forth at the far side of the room. The cause was the three other students along with him. Before now, she had been able to schedule his time with her apart from others. Flitwick stomped on that by assigning a couple of troublemakers detention with Bella specifically for the next week.

The three were in the dueling club and had shown a penchant for not only showboating, but intentionally hurting other students. They would find those with lesser skills and use them as their partner for the day. Then they would proceed to knock them around under the guise of 'teaching' them advanced techniques.

While Bellatrix wasn't attached to the Dueling Club she was known for her prowess with a wand. Flitwick had asked her politely to handle their detention.

Bella had agreed. She had a soft spot for the half-goblin, though she'd never admit it. Today was their first detention and Harry thought it was hilarious. They weren't anyone he recognized. Two fourth years and a fifth-year from Ravenclaw, another reason Flitwick had been so harsh.

One of the students was currently out for the count, the other sat next to him pale and sweating, while the third stood on the dueling platform like a man awaiting execution.

"Well?" Bellatrix yelled. "Get on with it!"

The student flinched. He raised a shaky wand and tried to cast something. It looked like it might have been a stunner. The spell fizzled out before it reached the halfway mark on the platform. He winced and waited for the inevitable pain.

"Sit." Bellatrix commanded.

The boy did, right on the spot.

"On. The. Bench." Bellatrix glared daggers at the boy.

The remaining Ravenclaw next to Harry looked like he was about to faint.

Her voice had softened and taken on a sweet tone. Now it was his turn for dread. Bella revived the fallen student. He went to join his colleagues without needing to be told.

"Harry." She smiled sweetly at him. "Please join me on the platform."

Harry hopped to his feet. He shook out his muscles and blew out his breath. Bella patiently waited in position as he stepped into place.

"Now." She turned her attention to the trio. "Mister Potter will show you how a wizard with class duels."

Bella locked eyes with him. She nodded, the signal to begin the duel. He didn't bother with a shield; she could punch through it with a couple of spells. Harry shifted to the side, sliding one foot behind the other and turning sideways to present a smaller target. A swirl of his wand summoned half a dozen cyclones about the width of a broomstick and sent them toward Bellatrix. They twisted along the platform as a distraction. Her volley of spells cut them down in a matter of moments. He could feel the air crackle with electricity that he had come to associate with a variant stunner spell Bella liked to use. It was the magical equivalent of a taser. Unlike a stunner, the target stayed conscious long enough for their entire body to get a shock of intense pain before they dropped. There was still a residual charge when the person was revived which made their return to combat a much longer process. She had developed it when Dumbledore forbade her from teaching students deadly spells.

The view was no longer obstructed with the cyclones banished. Harry pulled strips of the platform into the air, transmuted them into clay, and launched them downrange at varying heights. He had found that at random times new spells would come to mind in the thick of things. Harry attributed it to the change to the years of having a competent DADA professor. The problem being that it meant that Bellatrix was the one who had taught him the spells. She knew how to counter and unravel them in ways he didn't.

That meant he had to get creative.

A couple of them dropped onto the platform. They transformed into terracotta snakes and continued toward her. The others came to a halt in the air for a brief moment before they sped back at him. He dodged a few, swatted another away, but one slipped through. It was wrapped around his thigh. In that moment, he knew he was done, but he wasn't going down without a fight. The clay spread down over his knee. It hardened, locking his joint in place. Thankfully, the audience meant she could dissolve his pants.

Again.

Harry gritted his teeth. He snapped his arm out. His wand ran parallel to the floor. A swarm of butterflies filled the space in front of him. Chunks of the creatures disappeared as they intercepted incoming spell fire. At best, it would buy him few more seconds before the duel ended.

His plan unraveled as the remaining swarm was smashed flat by an invisible force. Bella held the two terracotta snacks at arm's length. A flash of a smile played across her lips. He felt the shell on his knee shift. Tendrils stretched out, quickly taking hold of his other leg. It solidified again, thinner than before, but there was enough to work with. His legs snapped together. Thankfully, she had learned how to avoid catching his balls when doing something like this.

Harry wobbled. He tried to stay upright, but it was pointless. Bella tossed one of his snakes back at him. It sprouted wings, then glided over to land onto the hand that held his wand. The tail wrapped slid through his fingers and expanded. His wand dropped to the floor.

"Traitor." Harry grumbled.

He looked at Bella. There was a hungry fire in her eyes. On any other day this would be where they became intimate. The well fought duel would lead them making love rather than outright fucking.

"Do you see?" Bellatrix turned her attention to the three students. "Did he flinch away? Did he wait for the end? He utilized strategy, creativity, and control. Those are three pillars of dueling. The fourth, is respect. Respect for your opponent. Respect for their skill. Respect for their potential."

The three were frozen in terror, and an undercurrent of awe. Harry wasn't sure what lesson she was teaching them, but they hung on every word. Bellatrix could have been a Dark Lady worthy of the history books if she had the inclination.

"LEAVE." She growled.

The trio were out of the door in a blur.

Bella turned to face him. The fire that burned in her eyes was a different sort of passion. She sighed.

"I'm sorry, lover." She strode over to her desk and took a seat. "I'm not in the right mood."

"Don't apologize, Bella." Harry followed her over.

He hopped up onto her desk. She glared at him, but the small smile took the edge off.

"Are you up for conversation?" He asked.

She nodded.

"You know I've changed the past." He stated.

"Yes." She twirled her wand along her fingers. "Cassandra has a sister and two brothers. You will have to tell me those stories another day."

"I will." Harry blushed. "How do you know the changes, but no one else does?"

"I'm not the only one." Bella replied.

"What?" His voice came out rough. "How?"

"You should know." Bella leaned back in her chair. "Bella is Trixie in the head. Wiggly wobbly brainwaves."

He stared at her.

"Did you think the stories of Black Madness were false?" Bellatrix shook her head. "The entire house has a kiss of madness in them. Some more than others, but it's always there."

"There are others?" Harry pressed.

"Of course." Bella replied simply. "They can feel the change. They don't know where to look. I do."

"Wow." Harry muttered.

"In fact." Bella purred. "I have a favor to ask."

Harry felt a chill run along his spine.

"What sort of favor?" He asked after a moment.

"Do you know how you freed me?" Bella asked.

"No." Harry shook his head.

"My magic recognized you as Lord Black." Bella slipped into her teacher voice. "Only the Head of the family can alter a contract. When you claimed me, you acted as Lord Black to rescueme."

"I'm not Lord Black anymore." Harry said. "With Sirius still alive. I'm just the Heir."

"Aw." Bella pouted. "The dog died? That's sad."

Harry tried not to glare at her. She caught the look.

"Bellatrix killed him?" She sat forward. "We do need to have a conversation about your other life."

"We do." Harry's voice was cold and devoid of emotion.

Bella shivered. "Stop it, lover, we're talking."

Harry closed his eyes. In that moment he wanted to kill her. She thought it was flirting. He sighed.

"I'm going to regret this." Harry grumbled. "What is the favor?"

"Fuck my sister." Bella answered quickly.

The words struck him. He shook his head to try to clear his thoughts.

"What?" He finally managed to say.

"Fuck. My. Sister." Bella repeated.

"Why would I do that?" Harry tried, and failed, to keep his voice even.

"To save her." Bella rolled her eyes. "Cissy is so miserable. She needs to be rescued."

Harry stared at her for a long, silent moment. He had no idea how much that would change the timeline. Another thought came to the forefront of his mind.

"Wait." Harry said. "Only Lord Black could break the contract. You didn't know who I was when we first met. What would have happened if I wasn't the Head of House?"

Bella flashed a predatory smile.

"Bella?" His voice came out hard.

"You would have experienced pain only second to Cruciatus." She giggled. "I would have won."

"Hm." Harry blinked. "Sneaky."

Bellatrix smiled brightly at him.

"Like I said, would it still work now that I'm not Lord Black?" Harry asked.

"You are Lord Black." Bella replied.

"No. Sirius is." Harry said.

"No. You are." Bella said.

"That doesn't make any sense." Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. "How can I be Lord Black if Sirius is still alive?"

"He gave it to you." Bella answered with a smile.

"He wouldn't do that without telling me." Harry paused. "He would totally do that without telling me."

"Black Madness." Bella said in a sing-song voice. "All you need is a ring." She held up her hand. "A ring would look nice on my finger too."

"Don't start." Harry grumbled. "Have you thought of how much this could change the timeline? It could get much worse for her. What if she has to marry someone that makes Malfoy look appealing?"

"I won't let that happen." Her voice came out as firm as stone.

Harry rubbed a hand over his face. "Can I use your floo?"

"Yes." Bella hopped to her feet and ushered him into her private quarters.

~§~§~

Bella waited outside the Room of Requirement. Her eyes were closed in concentration. The air around her was so charged with magic that her hair and clothes fluttered in a heavy wind that only she could feel. Her form seemed to vibrate and blur. She opened her eyes as Harry approached.

He held up his hand to show her the newly acquired Lord Black ring. She flashed him a feral smile. The expression stayed on her face as she pitched forward. He caught her before she could land face-first on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Talking to Cissy." Her voice was weak, and her eyes were unfocused.

"How?" Harry asked.

"Magic." She flashed another feral smile at him. "Go save her."

Harry saw a door form behind her.

"Are you going to be alright?" Harry helped her settle against the wall.

"So sweet." She patted his cheek. "Bella is so lucky. My pretty, pretty lover."

Magical exhaustion. He had only seen it a time or two, but it was scary each time. She could have easily killed herself if she had held whatever spell that was for another minute. They had studied the effects during his short stint in Auror training. There were three stages: pain, exhaustion, and burnout.

First, her body would start aching like every muscle had been pushed to their limit. Second, what little energy she had left had to focus on keeping her conscious unless interrupted. Third, and finally, she would experience magical burnout. The best-case scenario would be that she would have depleted her magic to the point where it would take years to return if it ever did. Worst-case scenario was when the residual magic literally burned through the person. It would use their body to continue to fuel the spell. At that point, there was no way to stop the process.

"Don't do that again." Harry ordered. "Do you hear me, Bella? Never do that again."

"You-ooo love meee." She giggled. "It's okay. I love you too. Shh. Don't tell, Harry. It's a secret."

"Rest." He sighed and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Onward, brave wizard!" Bella cheered. "Go save Cissy!"

Harry chuckled. He paused at the door to steal another look at her. Damn it. He did love her. There was no telling what would happen next. This conversation would never happen.

"I love you, Bella." Harry said.

"Yay!" Bella yelled.

Harry shook his head as he stepped through the door. He came to a sharp stop once he was inside. The room had taken shape as the sitting room in an opulent manor. Witchlight chandeliers provided a soft glow. Everything was black. Black marble floors, black leather furniture, and black wood walls. The only variation came from the texture. Landscape portraits provided a small bit of color on the walls.

A young Narcissa Black stood in the center of the room. There was a hope in her eyes instead of the critical gaze that he had seen in their previous encounters. Another thing he noticed was that her hair was black rather than the blonde she had in the future. He wondered if that had something to do with her marriage to Malfoy. It made sense. Both Andi and Bella had black hair.

Narcissa wore a lacy black bra and matching panties. She held her hands in front of her, clasped above her bellybutton.

"You came." She whispered.

"I did." Harry smiled at her.

He tried to exude an attitude of calm as he walked over to one of the couches. Clearly, she was nervous. She looked like she was one loud noise away from making a break for the door.

"You're a Potter and Lord Black?" Narcissa asked as she casually moved to keep a piece of furniture between them. "How did that happen?"

"I'm Potter by birth." Harry explained. "I became Lord Black through my godfather."

"Your godfather." Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. "You look like James Potter; he is in my year. That doesn't help. All the Potter men look alike. Your eyes, though, would have to come from your mother. You could be his son. Or his grandson. Trixie didn't tell me her age."

"It's better that you don't think about it." Harry gave her a soft smile. "Things might change even more if you knew who my parents are."

"Right." She nodded. "The future. Your future."

Cautiously, she came to sit on the same couch. She stayed on the far cushion to make sure there was still a separation.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked.

"Trixie told me about you." She whispered. "She couldn't stop talking about you. How you fought her to a standstill, then took her like a beast. Morgana, she didn't curse anyone for a week."

Harry smiled at that.

"I thought you'd rush in here and take me." Narcissa confessed. "Please be gentle."

"No." Harry shook his head. "No, I won't just mount you like an animal. I mean, yes, I'll be gentle. Bella and I met under stressful circumstances."

Narcissa nodded. "She doesn't let anyone call her Bella."

"That's funny." Harry flashed her a roguish grin. "She won't let anyone call her Trixie."

"No." Narcissa laughed. "No one but Andi and I can call her Trixie."

They settled into a brief silence.

"Can you tell me about my future?" She asked softly.

"I don't know much, but I guess I can." Harry shrugged. "I've already changed the future a few times."

"Thank you." Narcissa flashed him a bright, beautiful smile.

It made his heart ache to compare this girl with the woman he knew.

" You had blonde hair when I met you and had married Lucius Malfoy after school." Harry looked away from her as he spoke. "He followed Voldemort and became a Death Eater."

"Oh, no." She gasped.

"When Voldemort fell, he pleaded Imperious and bribed enough people for them to stay out of Azkaban." Harry continued. "I don't know what happened to you during that time, or for a while after. You had a son, Draco. Severus Snape was placed as his godfather. He was a miniature version of Lucius. Voldemort returned and once again Lucius served. The Dark Lord took up residence in Malfoy Manor and used their riches to fund his plans. Lucius failed Voldemort multiple times. You and Draco were punished. Like I said, I don't know the details. Eventually, Voldemort was defeated once more. Lucius was sent to Azkaban. It was only through your actions during the war that saved you and your son from joining him. You defied Voldemort and saved people. After the war what remained of the Malfoy fortune was one of many that were drained to fund rebuilding the country. The last time I heard, you had to sell the manor to pay standing debts. I don't know more than that."

Harry could hear her crying softly. He looked back to her to see her makeup streaked along her cheeks. Their eyes met. He held out his arms to her. She closed the open space between them. Narcissa curled up on his lap and pressed her face into his chest. He held her as she cried.

"That doesn't have to happen." He whispered as he gently rubbed her back. "We can change that today."

Narcissa nodded.

"I'm sorry about your shirt." She blushed.

"Don't worry about it." Harry shook his head. "It's just the uniform. I have others."

"Ok." She sat up. "I'm ready."

Harry arced an eyebrow at her.

"It can be quick." Narcissa added. "Penetration is all I need to break the contract."

"It's not going to feel good if you aren't… wet." He said.

"Lubrication." She nodded. "Right."

Narcissa got off his lap to stand. She whispered some sort of spell and shivered once it was done.

"Lubrication. Done." She smiled at him.

"You should be on top for you first time." Harry spoke up. "That puts you in control of things."

"Thank you." Narcissa smiled at him.

Her eyes dropped to his lap. She focused for a moment, trying to see something.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Are you." She blushed. "Erect?"

"No." He shook his head.

"That's important." She sighed. "Can you, you know, get erect?"

"It will be faster with help." Harry tried his best to not sound awkward.

"I am not going to put your penis in my mouth." Narcissa glared at him.

Harry couldn't help it. He laughed.

"That is not funny." Narcissa continued to glare.

"Yes, it is." Harry smiled at her. "Putting my penis in your mouth would help, but there are other options."

She arced an eyebrow. Harry unbuttoned his pants and slid them off. He made sure to take his boxers along with the motion. Narcissa gasped as she saw his member. He was partially aroused. Being in close proximity to an attractive girl in lingerie wasn't lost on him.

"You said you weren't erect." Narcissa gasped.

"I'm not." Harry smiled at her.

She motioned to his crotch.

"Come here." He waved her forward.

She took a step closer.

"Stroke it." He said.

Narcissa shot him a look. She sighed and settled onto her knees in front of him. Slowly, reached out her hand. Her eyes shifted down to his dick as she touched it. She squeezed his shaft.

"It's soft, but not." She whispered.

Harry let out a sigh as she began to stroke. She was too busy with her new toy to pay attention to him. Narcissa started to stroke his cock. Her hands were soft, and her grip was loose, but his member was starting to wake up.

"It's getting bigger." She smiled at him.

"Tighten your grip." Harry suggested. "I'll let you know if you do it too hard."

Narcissa nodded. Her grip increased as she continued to stroke him. She tilted her head from one side to the other to look at his hardening cock from different angles. Her other hand slid along his thigh until she reached his sack. She looked at him for permission.

"Those are where you're gentle." He smiled.

Narcissa gave him a serious nod. Her face was focused as she returned to the task at hand. Harry groaned as she settled into a steady rhythm with her strokes. Her other hand cupped and played with his sack. She seemed to enjoy rolling her balls with her fingers.

"Now is it erect?" Her voice was a husky whisper.

Harry smiled at her. He gave a single nod.

"Stand up." He ordered. "Strip."

Narcissa's legs shook a little as she stood. She hurried to unhook her bra, which made her falter a couple of times before she got it. Her cheeks were bright red as she pulled it away. She had beautiful, full breasts that were bigger than he had thought. She shimmied out of her panties without a word.

Harry shifted a bit lower on the couch for her comfort. She straddled his lap and braced her hands on his shoulders. He grabbed his cock. Harry teased along her lips before he lined the head up with her entry. He stopped his movements once he felt her hot, wet cunt waiting for him.

"Are you ready?" Harry whispered.

Narcissa nodded, then lowered herself onto his cock. She let out a little squeak as the crown of his head slipped in just a touch. Her grip tightened on his shoulders. She bounced, never going beyond the slight tip of his crown.

"Cissy." Harry whispered.

Her eyes went wide at his voice. He pulled her into a kiss with his free hand. She melted against him as their lips met. It was a gentle kiss, hardly above chaste, but it was what she needed. She sank onto his knob without stopping this time.

Narcissa let out a high-pitched moan as she continued lower. Her hands shifted from his shoulders to his hair. She ran her fingers through his wild locks as she pulled him in for a much deeper kiss. It was messy and clear she didn't have much experience. Her tongue invaded his mouth in quick stabs.

Harry shifted his hands to her hips. He guided her lower on his cock. A growl erupted from his throat as their hips met. He started to rock her hips. She took the direction well and began to do it on her own. Her movements stared slow.

Narcissa took in a sharp breath when he slapped her ass. Their eyes locked. The hungry look in his eyes was met with a fire he knew all too well.

The Black Madness.

Narcissa started to ride him like wild. Her pace increased. She let out a little grunt as snapped her hips back and forth. Harry turned his attention to her breasts. He kissed and licked her nipples. She cooed when he sucked one into his mouth and pinched it lightly with his teeth.

"Going to." She muttered. "Going. Going to."

The rest of her body went rigid as her pussy clamped on his cock. Her muscle rapidly pulsed along his shaft. Harry didn't fight it. He gripped her hips and pulled her as close as he could. His hips thrusted on their own as he let loose thick ropes of cum.

"Oh." Narcissa let out a shaky breath. "Oh, that was nice."

"Nice?" Harry asked.

Narcissa giggled. She kissed him once more before she stood. A glob of cum flowed out of her lips along her legs. She scooped up a bit with a finger.

"Do all men do so much?" She asked as she stretched her fingers to let it drip along.

"I don't know." Harry shrugged.

"I need to remember to take a potion, or I'll get pregnant for sure." Narcissa chuckled.

Harry took a deep breath. He didn't think he could handle having Draco as a son. Would it be Draco? Cassandra was older than he was, so that would mean any children with Narcissa would be around the same age. He shook his head.

"That is a good idea." Harry nodded.

Narcissa gawked at him.

"Trixie is pregnant?!" She squeaked. "No!"

She started to giggle. Harry sighed. He summoned his wand from the holster and waved it over his crotch. A burst of cool air swirled along his shaft as the magic cleaned him up. He stood and pulled redid his pants.

"She might not know yet." Harry replied. "I hope this helps."

"Thank you." She said as she continued together. "I can't wait to meet you again. Is it a boy or a girl?"

"Goodbye, Cissy." Harry chuckled.

Harry stepped out into the hallway. Bella wasn't there anymore. He hoped that was a good thing. Now all he had to do was figure out what had changed. A sharp pain lanced through his forehead. It was worse than any of his encounters with the horcrux. His skull felt like it was trying to shrink and expand at the same time. He dropped to his knees. His vision was going blurry.

He had just enough control to put an arm in front of him as he pitched forward.