What?

"No."

Amelia grinned, a very wide grin. "I'm afraid so. By magical conquest you are Mister Potter's ****. And given as he is the last Potter, Magic itself has decided that you -apparently- will be used as a sex **** to breed the next few Potters."

"N-No." Bellatrix took several steps back, away from Harry, using her hands and arms to cover her nudity.

"Mister Potter, would you kindly command your ****." Amelia turned her grinning face from Bellatrix to Harry. "Let's prove a point."

"Uhhh..." Harry hunched his shoulders. "I'm not... do you... I mean, do you have to call her that?"

"Humor me." Amelia nodded her head towards Bellatrix, "Nothing fancy, mind you. Have her jump about, do a little dance, something like that."

"NO!" Bellatrix shouted in alarm. "I am no man's ****."

Amelia chortled, "Mister Potter, if you would."

With a sigh Harry gestured to Bellatrix, "Jump up and down five times."

Bellatrix was going to deny him and shout her refusal when she found herself suddenly jumping up into the air. And then again. And again. And again. And again. When she stopped Bellatrix was so astounded, she felt paralyzed. What had happened to her? she wanted to ask the question but all that she was able to do was whimper.

"Don't feel too bad Bellatrix, you aren't alone in this, your sister Narcissa is right next door in the same situation." Amelia snickered. "Oh, how the mighty Black sisters have fallen."

"WHAT?" Harry and Bellatrix shouted.

"Wait, wait, wait." Harry talked over Bellatrix sputtering, "Do you mean Naricssa Malfoy is next door and is also... changed?"

"Well, yes and no." Amelia mused, "Unlike Bellatrix she wasn't in a time turner accident that turned her back into her eighteen year old self. Now, she has been, um, rejuvenated to her twenties. Somewhere in her mid-twenties as best as we can determine. She has all the correct **** adornments, the collar and piercings. And she is" Amelia laughed, "optimized for breeding."

Harry put his head in his hands and groaned.

"Narcissa Malfoy?" Bellatrix asked, "She married that... nancy?"

"Like a proper pureblood marriage all that mattered was heritage." Amelia nodded her head. "And being young and fertile enough to breed the next generation of purebloods. So the more things change... et cetera, et cetera."

Off to the side and ignored by all Dobby the House Elf watched the wizards and witches be foolish. The thing he found himself annoyed by wasn't Harry Potter or Bellatrix LeStrange it was Amelia Bones. The gloating, smug witch was annoying Dobby. Bullying was bad. Harry Potter didn't like bullies. Dobby didn't like bullies. Bullies should have a taste of their own medicine, Dobby frowned, wasn't that something he'd heard a witch say? Gripping the magic ring that made his words real Dobby tried to decide what he should do to teach Amelia Bones a lesson.