The Last Horcrux/Malfoy Manor/Narcissa Arrives

“Ah, Narcissa,” you say, as if you are not stabbing your wand into the chest of her half-naked husband, “good if you to join us.”

You credit Narcissa for having the strength and clarity of mind to raise her wand, but she lacks the swiftness and wit needed to outclass you.

“Expelliarmus,” you incant, followed by “Levicorpus, Accio dress.”

Narcissa gasps as you disarm sending her wand flying across the room, then lift her body from the ground, and pull her toward you by her dress.

You point your wand at the double doors and they close. The silent magic to lock them also works in an instant. “Quietus portus,” you add, silencing the door so that no noise will escape the room, which is just as well, because Narcissa starts to scream.

“Oh shut up!” You snap at her, rotating her body in mid are and bringing her face level to yours. Her dress has torn, and one of her breasts is hanging free from her bodice.

You face her eye to eye.

“Give me your arm Narcissa,” you command her.

She whimpers and starts to cry, so you seize her left arm, cast a vanishing charm so that her clothes disappear, and squeeze your fingers into the flesh of her left forearm, making the black tattoo, long faded, appear in heat and smoke and smouldering flesh.

“You made a VOW Narcissa!” You snarl, as she cries out in pain as the Dark Mark brands itself back into her flesh.

• * * * *

You spend nearly an hour asking them questions. Who is still loyal? who is alive? Who is dead? How was Randolphus captured? Why is Bellatrix not imprisoned alongside him? Who killed Sofia and Rabastan? What does Dumbledore know? Does the ministry suspect anything? Are Aurors still hunting Death Eaters?

Lucius and Narcissa cling to one another, him half naked, her cowering in her undergarments, both of them wincing and whimpering at the pain of their rebranding. They tell you everything they know, and you have no doubt they are not holding back a thing.

They lost several Death Eaters, some known to you from your timeline, others new. The list deaths, those imprisoned, those still on the run, and those still missing, hiding, or presumed dead. Aurors killed Sofia and Rabastan, possibly Mad Eye Moody was amongst them, but no one knows for sure. Bellatrix escaped imprisonment by placing her memories into a Pensieve and casting an irreversible Obliviate, plus she had Narcissa as an alibi. Narcissa and Lucius were questioned, but had also used the Pensieve and Obliviate option. They believe they have retrieve their memories from the Pensieve, but beg you to forgive them, saying there may be things they simply can’t remember as they may have been wiped from their minds.

Dumbledore, the ministry and Aurors don’t suspect a thing. Everyone things you are dead and gone forever. Everyone.

You don’t tell them directly about Horcruxes, as that is one of your most closely guarded secrets. You do ask about your diary though, which in your timeline, had been in Lucius’ keeping.

“You have it? Here? Excellent,” you say, “I will be taking possession of that.”

You wait for Lucius to retrieve the diary, and when you hold it in your hand. You know you are reunited with one of your Horcruxes, as it resonates with your soul when you touch it.

“Yesss…” you whisper triumphantly.

“My Lord,” Lucius says, now wearing silk bathrobe and handing another to his wife, “How may we serve you? What are your plans?”

You smile at him, and stare at his wife. Despite her age, her half naked body is enticing to you.

“I will be keeping possession of this body for a while, and travelling to Hogwarts on Sunday. For now you will remain silent. TELL NO ONE. Bellatrix and Neeva know. No others. I will contact you when I want something.”

“My Lord,” Lucius bows, and moves as if to leave.

You look at Narcissa, who is trying to put on the silk robe her husband gave her.

“You don’t need to put that on,” you tell her, “in fact, strip. I want to see you naked.”

Narcissa whimpers, and looks to her husband for protection, but he just gives her the slightest of nods, and looks away in shame. Narcissa slowly takes of her underwear, and stands in front of you, hands desperately trying to conceal her modesty.

“Move your hands,” you tell her, “I didn’t order you to strip only to have you hide what I want to see.”

Narcissa moves her hand to reveal her pale firm breasts, nipples as white as her skin, and a thick patch of blonde pubic hair. She is trying not to cry, but tears are streaking down her face.

“Now turn around,” you command her, “slowly.”

She does as you command. She still has an hourglass figure, with a bottom that would have once been delightfully peachy, but is now weakening with age.

“Good,” you say, “now come here.”

Narcissa’s eyes widen with fright as you slip of your panties, hitch up your skirt and spread your legs wide open. Lucius looks up too, half in fright and half in arousal at the sight of your young pussy so suddenly and brazenly displayed.

“You promised to serve me Narcissa,” you tell her, “Now you must pleasure me. Pleasure me with your mouth.”

“Please my Lord…” Narcissa begs, “I wasn’t in the coven, I haven’t… I’ve never…”

You laugh at her, “you mean you’ve never eaten pussy before? Well, you are going to have to learn, because I’m going to make you do it a lot Narcissa. Now come here.”

You notice that Lucius is trying to hide his face in shame, covering it up with his hands.

“You will watch Lucius. Watch as your wife pleasures me sexually. You are both lucky I don’t have a man’s body, or I would fuck her repeatedly and make you both thanks me for it.”

Narcissa starts to cry again.

You order her to look at you.

“Now,” you say, “lick your niece’s pussy while your husband watches.”

You guide her head down toward your crotch. You make her part your pussy lips with her hands, then command her to lick your slit from bottom to top.

“Oh yes Narcissa! Lick my pussy! Lick it, lick it all over…”

Narcissa is still sobbing silently, but she obeys and laps at your vagina lips, slowly, dutifully, and reluctantly.

“Lick me harder Cissie, lick me properly, I want your mouth all over my cunt.”

She redoubles her efforts, no doubt scared of displeasing you.

“Oh yes, that’s better, now look at me. Look me in the eye.”

She does, and you see the sadness and fear in her tear streaked but beautiful blue eyes.

“Always look me in the eyes when you eat my pussy Cissie,” you tell her, using Bella’s Nick name for her, “do you like licking my pussy Cissie? No? Well you’d better learn to like it, because you’re my pussy licking slave from now on. Every time we meet, I will make you give me oral sex.”

Narcissa cries out at that, but her cry is muffled by her mouth full of your sex.

“Now suck on my clit Cissie… Ah yes that’s it… you know what to do… suck on it, get it in your mouth… Suck my pussy lips too… now grind your tongue against me… no not there, yes, like that, now higher… augghhhhh… yes, like that Cissie. Keep grinding your tongue against my clit. Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop… aahhhhhhh….”

Narcissa is a fast learner, and is sucking on your clitoris and grinding her tongue against it as if her life depended on it. You squeeze her head and neck with your thighs, and use both hands to pull her face deeper into your soaking wet sex, her face dripping with your arousal.

“oh yes Narissa, lick me. Lick my cunt you slave.. lick my clit… oh god, yes lick me… uuughgh... Ah Ahh…”

Your pussy throbs with pleasure as you orgasm on the pretty woman’s face. You keep her pressed between your thighs for a moment, and then eventually relax. You make her lick you clean of the juices that are trickling down your legs and bottom, until your pussy is as fresh as in you had just bathed. Then you release her.

“You did well Narcissa,” you tell her, “see that you tend to Lucius’ sexual needs too. He has become very aroused at the sight of my young cunt. I will not have my followers lusts neglected.”

You bend over and retrieve your panties from the floor, where you discarded them earlier. You decide you don’t need them, so you wipe the last bit of sex juice and Narcissa’s saliva from your slit and throw them at Lucius, hitting him in the face.

“You will keep those Lucius, as a souvenir,” you tell him. “I’ll see myself out. You are both dismissed.”

Narcissa bursts into tears and flees the room.

You pick up your diary, from another life when your name was Tom Riddle, and leave Malfoy Manor.

There are several things you want to do over the next few days, before you do to Hogwarts:

• Read The Fragmented Soul
• Talk to the Guardian Statue
• Talk to Emily in the Mirror
• Talk to Bellatrix
• Investigate Sofia Lestrange’s Pensieve to learn more about your followers past

There are also some things that you know Emily wants to do. You decide it might be best to allow her some of the things she desires, so that she will better cooperate with you:

• Read A Secret Guide to Hogwarts.
• Ride your horse
• Visit Daphne Greengrass
• Pack for Hogwarts
• Search your mother’s Pensieve for happy, or sexy memories, but avoiding the scary ones

Once you have done enough of these things, it will be time to leave Lestrange manor:

• Go to Platform 9 and 3/4 and make your way to Hogwarts

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