Let's make a deal

"Dobby, what is to become of my sister?" Narcissa asked, her head canting in the direction of the cell next to hers.

Dobby cast a glance to the side, "Sister is bad. More than bad. Monster."

Narcissa nodded her head, "She is." Narcissa swallowed. "But she is my sister. And Bellatrix was not always a monster. Between th- the Dark Lord and the Lestranges.... She was not always evil."

Dobby narrowed his eyes, "But now she is monster."

Narcissa gave a small shake and set her new endowment's giggling, "If you can change me this thoroughly, surely something can be done to Bellatrix."

Dobby nodded slightly, "Is true. Dobby could ask magic, tell magic to make the changes... But... Dobby doesn't know if he should."

"Ask magic?" Narcissa asked. "Dobby, how did you change me if not through to potions and enchantments Lucius paid to have done."

Dobby waved her off, "Is nothing. Magic Magic." Dobby pulled on his ear tips, "Dobby saves bad Bell, makes her breedable but what if the Great Harry Potter doesn't want bad Bell? What if bad Bell makes the Great Harry Potter angry at Dobby?"

"If you knew her when she was young, when she was still a girl, the brightest most vivacious with at Hogwarts, perfect and then head girl..." Narcissa tried for a pleading tone of voice, "She deserved so much more than to be sold off as a broodmare to the likes of the vile Lestranges and then handed into slavery to the Dark Lord. Bellatrix never had a chance to be the witch she was supposed to be. She was never perfect but she was not cruel. I freely admit she was a pureblood, a believer in blood purity, but she was not a believer in bloodshed and volience. But if Sirius could learn to be better, if Andromeda could learn to be better than surely Bellatrix is not beyond hope."

Dobby whimpered and pulled on his ears, "Dobby understands. Bad Bell was treated bad. Made bad by bad men. But... Bad Bell isn't girl anymore. Bad Bell is old, oldest of Black Sisters."

Narcissa looked down at her body again, "Look at what you have done to me, surely my sister can be returned to her youth."

"But still have bad brain. Dobby would have to find way to make her be young not just look young. Before she went bad in the brain."

"Surely, something could be done. Something during that battle in the department of mysteries? Or a strong enough obliviation?" Narcissa tried to brainstorm. Thinking on what had happened to end the Dark Lord. Defeated by Harry Potter and his band of friends at the Ministry.

"Maybe." Dobby frowned and popped away from the cell that held Narcissa Malfoy.

Dobby knew the how the battle went. Dobby had helped to rewrite how the battle went. Now Dobby wondered if there was a way to change the battle but not the outcome Dobby had made. Bad Bell was a bad woman, she had never been a good woman, but there had been a time when she was not an evil woman. So how was Dobby to get the regular stupid version of Bad Bell when she was Head Girl of Hogwarts when that was over thirty years ago.

He could take the memories. Obliviate. but Obliviations did work all the time. Most times. For some of the time. They could wear off. Then bad memories come back. Which would mean bad Bell would come back.

So time had to be the answer. But how to change time?

If Bad Bell is caught in falling time turners... Time changes Bad Bell... time rolls back until there is just Bellatrix. Young stupid Bellatrix. But not evil Bad Bell. Then let the Great Harry Potter show Bellatrix the way to be good witch. Dobby make Bellatrix super ready for breeding with plenty of the 'dreaded whore moans'. The Granger had been complaining about the Brown girl and her 'whore moans' being out of control almost all year long.

Dobbby popped back into the cell of Narcissa, "If Dobby tries save Bellatrix, Mistress becomes Harry Potters?"

"I will happily, whole heartedly be Harry Potter's most depraved whore."

Dobby held out his hand, "Deal."

Narcissa looked behind her at her bound hands and then looked back at Dobby with a raised eyebrow.

Dobby let out a little giggle and snapped his fingers.

Narcissa found herself with her hands still chained together only now chained together in front of her. stooping slightly she reached out her hands to Dobby. "Deal."