Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy standing next to Mary, who was sweating bullets.

Harry blinked owlishly for a moment before the realization hit her. "Snape, you snitch!"

"Here she be, Lady Malfoy. Would you like me to bring up something to eat?"

"I'll bring her down for breakfast after we've had a chance to talk, thank you." Narcissa said politely, though without sparing the maid even a glance. The wife to Lucius, confirmed **** Eater, kept her cold blue eyes instead focused on Harry, examining the teen girl before her. A disapproving twist to one corner of her lips clear as the woman took in the wrinkled, clearly muggle clothes and messy bedhead.

"Very good. I'll make sure we have something hot and ready for your both." Mary gave a short bow before disappearing with a 'pop.'

"Wait! Don't leave me alone with her!" Harry mentally screamed. She had to physically keep herself from looking back to her wand containing trunk and instead reached up to adjust her glasses, only to find them not there. She turned the nervous tic into rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Uh, good morning." Harry said, trying to sound relaxed. There was no way Narcissa Malfoy could know that she was actually a he, that he being her sons hated classmate. On the other end of that, there was no way that 'Seirios Black' would have any idea who Narcissa Malfoy was. Meaning Harry needed to keep her cool and not give any indication how badly she'd like to hex the snooty woman.

"Good Morning, child." Narcissa looked away from the muggle clothes and met Harry's gaze, her expression shifting to one of intrigue. "I am Narcissa Malfoy nee Black. I have been told you claim your name to be Seirios Black. Is this true?"

"Yes." Harry answered quickly.

"Then if you are not lying to me, we may be family." The matriarch mused before brushing the thought away. "But more likely, it is a coincidence. You would be far from the first 'Black' I've checked in on that doesn't share a drop our blood. Do you have any better clothes? After you eat, we'll be heading out to confirm your lineage."

Narcissa strode unapologetically past Harry, entering her room and making for the trunk at the foot of the bed.

"I don't have any better clothes! And I'm okay going out like this anyways. Just let me get my boots on and we can go." Harry said, trying and failing to keep most of the panic from her voice.

"Nonsense. No young woman of the House of Black can be seen in public in -" Narcissa popped open the lid and was met with the sight of all of Harry's muggle clothes - full of wrinkles and not smelling entirely clean - haphazardly piled atop the rest of his belongings, keeping the incriminating items hidden from view. The piebald woman blanched as much as a pureblood lady was allowed - which was hardly at all - before letting the lid fall back closed. "- that... I see what you mean. Well, I suppose we'll just have to be quick."

Number 12 Grimmauld Place looked as it always had. Cold, forgotten, and empty. Harry knew it wasn't. Not while it was still the headquarters of The Order of the Phoenix. But with Sirius gone, it... just wasn't a place Harry wanted to be.

"This test is simple and will save us both time." Narcissa directed as they crossed the road from Grimmauld Square, holding a black umbrella above them both to ward off the gloomy morning rain that the previously muggy night had transitioned into. It'd been a little funny to witness Narcissa Malfoy, the most pureblood of purebloods, do the very muggle-ish act of looking both ways before crossing the street. That humor had died a quick **** as soon as they had started towards the Black family home, her mood coming closer to matching the weather with every step. "If you are of the family, you'll be allowed entry. If you aren't, you won't."

"Okay. Easy enough." Harry stated, taking care to step over the curb and extra care with the steps up to said door. Her glasses had gone the way of her sweatpants, not that she would have put them on in front of a Malfoy anyways. Just meant she had to be careful not to trip and knock her teeth in on the concrete.

She brought her focus back to the bigger problem. Obviously, this was a test she needed to fail. Harry could enter the Black family home, so there wasn't any reason Seirios wouldn't be able to as well. And if she, some out of the blue stranger, just waltzed into the middle of an Order meeting with big bag Malfoy number two at her side, it'd not only be a guarantee for wands to be drawn in the middle of London, but word would get back to the **** Eaters of where the Order was holed up.

But that wouldn't happen. There wasn't a chance in hell the front door to the hidden headquarters of The Order would be left unlocked. All Harry had to do was jiggle the handle, give a fake apology to Mrs. Snooty McPureblood for wasting her time, and go back to enjoying the rest of her summer vacation, minus being the boy who lived and plus having 24/7 access to all the TnA she could want.

No problem.

Reaching the top step, Harry had a hand halfway to the wrought iron door handle before she realized the rain was soaking into her hair. Turning, she saw Narcissa still standing on the sidewalk. Even with the woman's face out of focus, it was impossible to miss the shocked expression she wore.

"What? Weren't you going to test me?"

"My dear. You've already passed." Narcissa said breathlessly, putting her hand out. It wasn't able to cross over the first step, her hand flattening out like she was pushing it against a window.

"But..." Harry's mouth opened and closed several times without any words coming out, mind screaming at her own stupidity. Of course the Black family home would be warded. Even The Burrow was wared!

Time. She needed to buy time to think. "But you're a Black. How come I can get in but you can't?"

"I was barred from this place years ago by my cousin, along with all other living Blacks. Him not doing the same to you... My dear, try something for me. Give me permission to enter." Narcissa softly requested, not giving Harry a chance to drag out the conversation.

"I... give you permission to enter?" Harry said weakly. What she feared would happen did, the invisible glass holding the older woman back vanished. Narcissa sucked in a stunned breath, the umbrella falling from her limp grip as she stepped slowly up the stairs, as if afraid the permission was temporary and she'd be ejected off the stairs at any moment.

Unfortunately, she reached the top step without issue. Uncaring of the rain that was steadily soaking them both, she looked at Harry with an expression that was lost to her. Harry looked away, the woman's gaze making her feel uncomfortable and putting her on edge. But, out of the corner of her vision, Harry could make out the older witches wand underneath her robes.

"This is my chance. Take her wand from her, hit her with a stun, and get the Order out here. As bad as it'll be to explain all this to everyone, better that then-"

Narcissa's arms wrapped around Harry, making her flinch at the embrace. Which only seemed to make Narcissa cling to her tighter in what was undoubtable, unbelievably, a hug. It dragged on for painfully long seconds, Narcissa not letting go and Harry not holding on at all, arms awkwardly sticking out as her mind was stuck between the very opposite aspects of getting ready to fight and and having her face **** into a fully matured set of breasts.

"After all this time... But how? With who? Seirios, dear. Who are your parents?"

Her brain made a sound akin to a car grinding its gears. The only answer that came up was telling Narcissa 'not James and Lilly Potter.' Yet again as her mind failed her, her mouth stepped in to fill the gap.

"I'm an orphan. I was only told they were drunks that died in a car crash and what their last name was." That... That was actually pretty good. They weren't even lies. He was an orphan who'd been told his drunk parents had died in a car crash and had only been told their last names. At first, anyways.

"A car crash?" Narcissa sputtered indignantly. "One of those muggle carriages? As if any wizard or witch with any amount of sense would ever step foot in one of those **** contraptions."

"Uh, yeah." Said Harry noncommittedly, not really able to focus while her face was still buried in milf. Wait. Didn't the Ministry have cars?

"I... It... Nevermind. It doesn't matter. Let's get out of this rain." Narcissa shook her head and grab the door knob. The door audibly unlocked itself at her touch, allowing her to swing it open and, still holding Harry close, step inside.

Grimmauld place was clean, warm and well lit, making it relatively welcoming. A fact that didn't register with Mrs. Malfoy until she'd closed the door was halfway through drying Harry off with her wand. She stood there, eyes narrowed and lips slightly parted in perplexation as she looked around.

That was until her gaze came to rest on the hallway. Harry turned to see what Narcissa was looking looking at and caught sight of a blurry, redheaded figure standing stock still in the hallway.

"Is that Ron?" A small part of Harry wondered as a hole opened up in her gut. Of course the Weasleys would be here.

"Bloody Hell!" The figure yelled before disappearing through the kitchen door.

"Yeah, that's Ron."

Narcissa stepped forward, wand raised. "What is that-"

Whatever insult the witch was going to level Ron's way died in her throat as one, two, three Weasleys haphazardly piled out of the kitchen, took one look at Narcissa, and unleashed a barrage of stunners.

To her credit, the Malfoy managed to snap off a handful of multicolored spells before being **** to throw up a shield. It held for a few breaths before it began to weaken, its creator not having the power to keep the protection going with so many opponents hammering away at it.

With nothing to take cover behind and nowhere to go but back out the front door, Narcissa **** Harry behind her and started to retreat, one hand holding her wand and the other reaching for the door.

Only for the handle to disappear when a flash of blue slipped past her shield and hit the door.

"Good shot, Bill!" Harry heard unmistakable voice of Mr. Weasley, even as Narcissa used her body to push her into a corner, keeping the teen trapped behind her before taking hold of her wand with both hands and pouring all she had into keeping the charm going. "Molly! Message Dumbledore! Keep it up, boys! She won't hold for much longer!"

Narcissa grit her teeth, but knew the Weasley patriarch was right. She couldn't apparate, return spell fire or uncharm the door while holding the shield. She looked around frantically for anything useful. Anything that could save her. Anything to keep the last of her once proud birth family from being handed over to Dumbledore to manipulate and corrupt. But besides a coat hanger that was more for show then use and an umbrella stand that hadn't held an umbrella in decades, there wasn't anything else in the entryway.

The entryway of the Black family home she'd been unbarred from.

Narcissa snarled, wanting to curse herself for being so stupid as to forget where she was.

"In the House of Black, I name all whom are not of our blood in this place, TRESPASERS!"

Harry, still stuck behind Narcissa, heard the overlapping sound of multiple cracks of apparation happening nearly, but not quite, at the same time. Followed by an unnaturally sudden silence.

Narcissa stepped forward, dropping the shield charm but keeping her wand up. When nothing happened for a moment, she turned back and began fussing over Harry, checking her over as if expecting a stunning spell to have gravely wounded her.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." Harry tried to assure her. A strange, uncertain feeling in her gut about Narcissa Malfoy going full mother hen on her. "What happened to the - those people? Are they okay? I-I mean, they're not dead, right? They might have trespassed, but killing them would be a bit much."

"They're fine, which is better off then they should be." Narcissa huffed. "The wards only **** apparated them away. Hopefully dumped at least one of them in the Thames."

The older woman looked around, sighing at the destruction brought to the entryway. While most of the stunners had smashed against the shield and gone no further, some had bounced off hitting and dumping their magical energy into whatever they hit. Pictures, wallpaper, even the decorative coat hanger had been hit, splitting in two.

"Well, this can all be fixed later. Come. There's one thing we must check, After that, we can be on our way." Narcissa took Harry's hand and led her deeper into the house, past the kitchen - where the Weasley's breakfast was still sitting, warm and half eaten - and into the room that contained the Black Family Tapestry. Without a pause, the woman led the girl to the branch the held Sirius and herself.

Or specifically, himself.

"Ugh. Of course he would name the Potter boy as his heir. That's exactly something he would have done... Strange. You're not here."

Harry swallowed and glanced at where Narcissa kept her wand. "But I'm supposed to be?"

"Not necessarily. I was so sure this is where you would have been. Perhaps you're the offspring of someone who was disowned? Though a bastard line wouldn't be impossible either." That said, they started searching for a person Harry knew they wouldn't find. Not that she minded. It was actually a little interesting to take such a close look at the Black family tree and its many occupants, something he'd never done while here when that time could have been spent with Sirius instead. A few names she could vaguely recall from his school books. It was when Narcissa couldn't find her on the second pass and started on the third that Harry started to eye the older witches wand again.

Eventually, a visibly annoyed Narcissa all but dragged Harry over to the base of the family tree. "Enough of this! You're obviously here somewhere! Either the magics of the tapestry are failing - which I doubt - or someone altered the tapestry to keep you from being shown. Press and hold the thumb of your wand hand here." She directed, pointing to the man at the trunk of the tree and specifically at a gem in the center of the crown he wore.

Curious, Harry did so, placing her thumb on the gem like she'd seen people do on the American police show Uncle Vernon liked to watch. Nothing happened. She waited and watched as the seconds ticketed by, long enough for her to begin to wonder when she spotted it. A minuscule spot of red appeared on her thumb, perfectly placed between the nail and knuckle. Blinking and looking closer, she watched it grow larger until with a start, she realized it was blood. More spots appeared all over the end of her thumb, blood coming out of her skin like sweat. When she tried to pull her hand away, it didn't move, stuck as firmly as if it'd been magnetically locked to the tapestry.

By now there were at least a dozen drops, growing and swelling until one touched an other and ran together like streaming rain water down a window, not down her arm, but back to where her thumb was touching the tapestry, only to be sucked into the fabric like water into a dry sponge. With every drop that was swallowed up, the gem lightened, bit by bit, from a stark black to an impossibly clear white. When it completed its color change, her thumb was released and she jerked it away. Yet even just glance showed that not only was her digit unharmed, but that there wasn't even a spot of red on her pale skin.

Looking back to the tapestry, she saw her thumbprint, glistening and red, impossible to miss against the pure white. It darkened as it dried, losing it reflective quality until the print was just as dark as the gem had been before and looking like it'd always been there. It held there for a moment, her mark seemingly left forever imprinted on the ancient tapestry until the black of her fingerprint spread throughout the gem, returning it wholly to what it had been before.

Harry swallowed and stared at the tapestry, holding her hand protectively in the other as she wondering if she'd somehow failed whatever it was that had just happened. That was until a fat drop of her blood swelled out of the center of the gem and raced away, running up the trunk and shooting down one of the trees many branches.

Narcissa made a happy little sound and followed after it, leaving Harry to hesitantly follow a moment later...