The Past Makes The Future

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Azkaban was one of the oldest wizard dwellings in the world. It seemed endless, vast and dismal. Black waters surrounded the island, which was black itself. The island had not seen sun for over a millennia, and the ground was frozen solid underfoot. Frost had settled, it would seem, to the very core of the earth, nothing was growing, nothing was alive here naturally. Hard rough and often uneven ground made walking extremely difficult, yet that was the only way of transport on the island, the use of ones feet.

Narcissa Malfoy, being well prepared for this was still complaining to herself. She hated this dark and dismal place. Even without the dementors around the place was depressing, sucking the very essence out of anyone who dared come near. Narcissa was afraid of how she would find her husband, would he have already succumbed to the aches and pains of the doomed island, given in? To give in would not be very Malfoy of him, and Narcissa knew he most likely had some survival instinct about him. He had often told her that Azkaban Prison held no threat or fear for him, dementors or not. Perhaps his position or lineage would have something to do with it.

The island itself belonged to the Malfoy’s, and was a gift to wizarding community. Of course the foresight of the Malfoy’s had been invaluable. Lucius technically owned the island and all dwellings on it, and despite its wretchedness he did have some power over the place, even if he was locked in a cell deep in the bowels of the castle. Pulling her robes tighter around her body, whether for warmth or protection she wasn’t sure, Narcissa stepped through the huge black cast iron gates that was the first of the many entrances into the castle and prepared to walk ahead.

Heavy wooden doors, iron gates, thick stone walls and dead vegetation clung to the castle. As stone fell away it became more difficult for one to move, yet delicate wards refused to allow the building to collapse. Frost was buried deep into these walls, their doors and gates would not open through gentle force.

The stench as one moved deeper into the castle became almost unbearable. Many people had likely gotten lost over the years and bodies rotted away. Other cells had not been looked upon for decades, their occupants having long since died but their bodies being denied that final bed beneath the soil. Pursing her lips Narcissa determined that this would not happen to her husband. She would get him out of here, and she already had a few small ideas that needed to be developed.

Outside the castle walls a storm was building up. This seemed to be exciting some of the guards. Narcissa could not understand the fuss over one little storm, and why grown men were growing so worried over the weather conditions.

The path leading to where Lucius stayed was well worn, and, Narcissa was happy to note, seemed to have a lot of attention. As they approached the cell door she peered inside. Darkness greeted her, and she could see nothing. The door was opened and the guard motioned for her to step inside.

Narcissa looked around the small dark room, but her eyes had not yet adjusted to the light. The sound of the heavy iron door falling shut made her jump, her heart rate increasing tenfold. As she began to panic at the lack of sight her chest rose and fell in heavy gulping breathes. What if this wasn’t where Lucius was, what if it was a trap to keep her away from him forever. What if she never got out.

Then she felt him, his solid body against hers. His arms folded around her slim body from behind, his head coming to rest on her shoulder. He inhaled her scent deeply as his lips touched the corner of her jawbone.

“Narcissa,” he said quietly “don’t worry.”

A sigh of relief left her body and she turned in his arms and wrapped her slim ones around his neck. Laying her head on his shoulder they both started to sway gently to music only they could hear.

“Don’t give up hope darling. I have a few surprises. One that I will need you for. You’ll be out of here in no time, wait and see.”

“What makes you think I shall give up Narcissa?” Lucius asked the woman in his arms.

“This place. It makes me want to run very fast into the water.” Narcissa admitted.

Lucius smirked, she could not see of course, but she knew. “It’s a Malfoy thing. Only a Malfoy could make it so depressing. You know Dermas Malfoy, who gifted this place to the ministry placed many curses on it. One of them was depression, and the feeling of unhappiness. One could never be happy while confined here, unless one had strong bloodlines. I don’t feel the need for suicide.”

“Neither do I. I just don’t want to be here.” Narcissa said.

Lucius laughed. “You have a good deal of Malfoy in that Black blood of yours my darling.”

“Don’t I know it.” Narcissa said. As she listened to his steady heartbeat something else alerted her ears. “Lucius.”

Lucius Malfoy knew that tone of voice well, it was the question. Something that had been vexing her a little, if not irritating her. She used that tone often when he was perusing her in order to lull him into a false sense of security then bite him rather nastily before sauntering off.

“Yes darling?” he asked. He had considered offering her a seat but it was filthy, and he would keep her safe from as much filth as possible. He hated holding her in the mere condition he was in.

“You hear the wind. There’s a storm brewing. Why are the guards so excited?”

“So there is.” Lucius said, smirk in his voice. “ only three storms have generated here in the last century. 1918 was the first, the year my father was born. 1954 was the next one just before I was born, and the last was 1979, not long after our son was conceived. An Azkaban storm usually indicates a Malfoy birth, I admit that I do not know of another reason for an Azkaban storm. I shall look into it when I get home.”

“Oh.” was the only response uttered by the blond witch. Lucius did not have time to ponder her reaction, he was too busy enjoying her presence.

The rest of her visit was spent in silence, wrapped around each other, no need for anything more. When the door opened and Narcissa walked away from the tiny cell Lucius lay back on his little cot and closed his eyes, thinking of his beautiful wife. Things had not been so easy for the couple of course, and they had to face many problems in order to be together.

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The Slytherin common room took a long time to empty as always on a Friday night. By midnight only a few stragglers were left behind. Sitting on the low leather couches in front of the fire were a few fifth years busy doing a joint project. Narcissa Black sat in the corner at one of the study tables, covering it with books and parchment. Lucius Malfoy, a sixth year, sat in one of the armchairs by the wall looking around the room in a rather bored fashion. Despite the fact that he was in sixth year Lucius Malfoy was still in control of Slytherin house, had been ever since fourth year. Argus Carcass (whose name generated a lot of amusement in all the houses) and Severus Snape (whose presence served to do the same) sat huddled in the corner mulling over some book.

The door opened and, despite their curfew, Bellatrix Black sauntered through the common room towards her blond sister and took the seat opposite, beginning to flick through Narcissa‘s books. Narcissa rolled her eyes, Bellatrix always did what she wanted regardless of the rules. She was beautiful, wild and most definitely untameable unless someone had a strong will no one was willing to stand up to her.

It had always been that way in the Black household. Narcissa faced two sisters to compete with. Being the youngest she was expected to match both sisters in compatibility. Narcissa’s expertise lay in Charms and Transfiguration, wand work mostly. Andromeda was wonderfully athletic and her skill in the Defence Against the Dark Arts was legendry (she often said it was needed when ones sibling was none other than Bellatrix Black). Bellatrix was more inclined to Potion work, as well as Astronomy. Narcissa abhorred Astronomy, she found it boring and the timing of classes irritating, midnight indeed! While not overly athletic, and definitely not on the Quidditch team, as was Andromeda, Narcissa was in rather good shape. Defence Against the Dark Arts was of little interest to her, why should she defend herself against that which she was not afraid! If one understood the Dark Arts one would not need defence against them! As for Potions, Narcissa was quite capable. She was skilled at the preparation of materials needed, but in general found her mind wandering. It was an art indeed, but not an art which Narcissa felt needed constant care and deliberation, no capability would do (of course capability in Narcissa’s book was at least an O).

“What?” Narcissa snapped at her sister.

Bellatrix raised her hands in front of her body in a defensive manner and eyed her sister innocently. This only served to make the blond girl suspicious. “Just come for a lovely sisterly chat.” Bellatrix told Narcissa.

“The last time you said that you told me afterwards that you had a gift for me in the forest at home. I found three dead unicorns.” Narcissa said warily.

Bellatrix laughed, a rich loud laugh which attracted attention of several of their housemates. Including Malfoy. “Honestly little sister, any great Potion maker would have loved to get their hands on unicorn blood.”

“Bella, believe me when I say that unlike you I am no monster.” Narcissa told her sister, looking back towards her books.

“Its past midnight little sister, shouldn’t you be going to bed?” Bellatrix suddenly demanded. She was again ignored. Typical! Rolling her eyes Bellatrix decided to peer at the work her sister was doing. It was a rather long and complicated Transfiguration essay. Bellatrix hated Transfiguration, McGonagall was after all a Gryffindor! That in itself was enough to hate the subject! But her sister was irritatingly good at the subject, just like Andromeda, the Gryffindor! Gryffindors’ were too predictable and Bellatrix hatred predictability.

Malfoy rose from the leather armchair in a rather graceful manner and slowly made his way over to where the sisters sat bickering over some minor problem. Narcissa allowed her eyes to drift into his advancing form but soon returned to her work. Stopping behind Narcissa’s seat, Lucius leaned on hand on the backrest of the chair and the other on the parchment Narcissa was currently working on. Narcissa bit her lip, and pretended that Malfoy was not standing behind her.

Bellatrix noticed she was to get no more attention tonight so she made her way down to her dormitory.

Lucius also moved, taking the seat Bellatrix had just vacated. Draping himself over the chair in a rather boneless manner he watched as Narcissa busied herself with the essay.

Narcissa ignored his presence and finished off her conclusion. Sighing happily she sat back in her chair. She had hardly blinked before the parchment was snatched from under her nose. Malfoy took to reading over her work.

“Excuse me!” Narcissa said, adopting a rather haughty tone.

“Excused.” Malfoy said in a rather nonchalant tone, eyes fixed on the words.

“May I have my essay back please.” she asked politely.

“No.” he said rather blatantly. “I want to read it.”

Narcissa rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for her parchment to be returned to her. Eventually it was set upon the tabletop. “Very good.” he spoke in a patronising tone as if she were a first year. She knew that her work could rival his own.

“I’m pleased.” she replied in a bored tone. Waving her wand, the tabletop was clear of anything and all her notes were returned to her book bag. “Goodnight Malfoy.” she said standing up and making her way to her room.

Smiling to himself Lucius Malfoy realised that she had not waited for a reply. So very Black of her.

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The thing one must realise about Draco Malfoy is that his skin is thicker than he lets on. And he is smarter than anyone would know. And he hates vermin. In fact, Draco had a rather long and very detailed list of things he doesn’t like, such as others laughing when his mother decides to kiss his cheek in public. Draco happened to love the attention his mother bestows upon him, no matter where he is, and this is why he does not get embarrassed when his mother wraps her arms around him and presses her lips to his cheek. Or forehead. Or hair. Draco would gladly use an unforgivable on anyone who hurt his mothers feelings. And although Harry Potter was included on this list (many times over) Draco would readily admit that some things on his list could change in importance and ranking, but never come off. He would never cease to hate vermin after all…

Harry Potter knew full well that Draco was a volatile boy. He was shocked to learn therefore, that Draco was a (albeit reluctant) supporter of Dumbledore, but in firm opposition of Voldemort. Harry had felt rather chuffed when it was he who was called and asked to do a secret mission for the order. Harry was so excited in fact that he rushed headlong into Uncle Vernon, knocked both of them over and then moved quickly from the lard filled body beneath him (the hot summer months did nothing for Uncle Vernon’s natural body odours) and sprinted outside of the house. Wand firmly clutched in his right hand, and broom in his left he cast an invisibility charm over them both and took off into the beautiful sunlight heading for Scotland. He had been informed that he would meet someone in the Scottish city of Stirling before being escorted to a secret meeting place of the order.

Harry was terribly excited to be on his way to Scotland, finally away from his summer residence and doing something worthwhile. He didn’t expect his mission to be full of danger and cunning, but he was looking forward to being away from his family for a few hours.

But now, sitting here opposite Draco Malfoy in his mothers favourite home in Scotland Harry had wondered why he was so eager to come here. Draco’s list of things he hated was in clear view, the items (one of which Harry noticed was Take That) was constantly moving around. Narcissa Malfoy had been wandering around the house, seemingly doing something of utmost importance and delicacy, and had hardly spoke to Harry, except to kiss his cheek.

Now he sat opposite a rather irritated looking Draco.

“Listen Malfoy, I like this no more than you do. But we should try and make the best of bad eh? Now why don’t we try and figure out why we were pushed together? What do you say?”

“Potter. Save your heroic speeches for first years who gape in awe of you, I couldn’t care less.” Draco spat.

“Draco, play nice.” Narcissa said coming into the room. “Now Harry is here because I have decided to take him hostage. To get Lucius back.” Narcissa looked at Harry, whose eyes were currently bulging out of his head. “Oh how silly of me.” Narcissa cried her hand coming to her chest. “I didn’t mean to tell you that yet, I was hoping to keep up this charade a little longer. Now Harry listen to me, I don’t want to hurt you, I’m not fond creating pain. But what I do want is for you to be a good little boy, perhaps keep Draco company and I wont hurt you. Now, Lucius is in Azkaban, and I love him dearly, so I want him back. And I always get what I want.” throughout the whole speech Narcissa had smiled to him as if this was the most normal thing in the world. “Now, I have contacted everyone and told them where you are, and now all I need is for Lucius to get back.”

“But…Voldemort?” Harry began.

“Is of no problem, although I do know Tom wishes to have a chat with you soon as can be arranged.” Narcissa smiled, suddenly finding her attention diverted to some other piece of her plan.

Harry couldn’t believe it, Narcissa Malfoy had kidnapped him in this most strange fashion, didn’t seem concerned that he was sitting in one of her rooms that would make Aunt Petunia proud.

Harry sighed, he was saviour of the wizarding world after all, why the hell shouldn’t he be kidnapped. Mind a whirlpool of information Harry looked towards Draco, had the blond boy just smiled. Harry had never seen him smile, he was sure he had just seen a smile. But Draco was now scowling at him. Shaking his head Harry decided to forget the smile and worry about being a Malfoy houseguest.

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Slytherin table was unusually quite at breakfast the next morning. Some were discussing their plans for the first day of the weekend while others were contemplating the morning paper or reading mail. Sitting on her own at the end of the table Narcissa was able to view her housemates without being seen to stare. Bellatrix was busy reading a letter delivered to her minutes before by a beautiful eagle owl. The bird had flown in gracefully, its beautiful flecked feathers gliding easily to the recipient of its letter. Orange eyes trained on Bellatrix, she had barely removed the letter before the bird had risen into the air. Lucius was sitting silently listening to Severus Snape and Argus Carcass discussing something. Lucius would occasionally turn and add a comment to their conversation but otherwise he was busy with his own thoughts. Looking towards the Gryffindor table Narcissa noticed her sister and cousin chatting animatedly with Peter Pettigrew. Peter was busy smiling at Andromeda, it was no secret the fifth year had a massive crush on the eldest Black girl. Andromeda had kindly told him that she had no interest in him but they could be friends. The warm friendly Andromeda, Gryffindor chaser and heroine. Everyone loved Andromeda, even a few Slytherins’. Narcissa was not jealous, just envious. Andromeda seemed to have an abundance of people to discuss things with, whereas Narcissa had quill and parchment.

Narcissa turned her eyes back to her own housemates and to her sister. Bellatrix was certainly captivated by this letter. Narcissa wondered idly who it was from, who would captivate her sister so? Hardly a silly pen pal from another school, Bellatrix always bored of replying after the first few letters. Human contact was one of Bella’s strong points, or more so irritating people. She was wonderfully gifted at this, and letters didn’t do the real thing justice. Sighing Narcissa got to her feet and made her way out of the great hall and back to the common room to get on with some homework.

As she walked along the corridor leading the way to the common room she found herself wishing she were at home, a beautiful crisp winters morning was perfect to ride her black stallion Nero. She could picture him now standing impatiently in his stall stomping his feet or perhaps he was in the big meadow that adorned the family home, galloping free. Narcissa wished she could be with him, she hated school, hated Slytherin and hated her solitude. Andromeda certainly had a lot of friends, Bellatrix had associates, as one could never call them friends, but Narcissa, she had no one to talk to. Her dorm mates snubbed her because of who she was, a Black, whose family once ruled the wizarding world. Bellatrix certainly took pride in reminding people of this. Narcissa didn’t know what was different. Perhaps it was her aloofness, she pondered and not for the first time. When no one sat beside her on the train in first year, was the first time Narcissa asked herself these questions.

Unbeknown to Narcissa she was being followed. Malfoy had watched as she left her seat in the great hall and made her way back to the common room. Intending to ask her to accompany him to Hogsmede for the afternoon Malfoy rose and followed the girl back to the common room. He couldn’t help but notice the melancholy look on her face as she made her way back to her dorm room. Wondering what was bothering the young lady Lucius sighed and made his way to the leather couches to sit beside the sighing girl.

“What?” she asked as she looked up into his eyes. Deep pools of mercury threatened to pull her away from reality and into the unknown. that’s what Lucius could do to a girl, pull her into the unknown. Narcissa was aware of what many people said about him, that his soul was in a box somewhere. Apparently he would take it out and look at it, and when it appealed to be replaced he would scoff and replace it. Narcissa always hated the story, even evil had a soul!

“Thought you might like some company.” Lucius said, leaning back and pulling a book from his pocket. Narcissa had a smart retort on the tip of her tongue, but wasn’t that why she was so lonely, because she always had something smart to say to anyone who was near her. Narcissa pulled a book from her own pocket and curled her feet underneath her body.

And she enjoyed the company of one of the most powerful boys in Slytherin more than she cared to admit at the time.

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“You got my letter?” the voice asked. Bellatrix smiled.

“Of course I got your letter or I wouldn’t be here would I?” she asked winding her arms around his middle.

He smiled down at her and let his hands drift down her back, cupping her firm bottom roughly. Smiling he drooped his head and kissed her ruby red lips. Bellatrix opened up to him immediately moving her head to the side so her lover could have better access to her mouth.

Feeling the need for air he pulled back and let his lips drift along her jawbone towards her delicate and sensitive neck. Bellatrix moaned loudly and he chuckled as his lips kissed her earlobe. Her hands moved up his cotton covered back to the collar of his shirt where she let her fingers tangle in the soft curls at the base of his neck. Reaching up she attempted to get him to kiss her again, but he would not comply. Instead he pulled away and pushed her back towards the bed slightly.

“Strip.” he ordered her. Smiling Bellatrix kept her eyes on his as her fingers drifted to the clasp of her soft wool cloak. Removing the garment she laid it over the back of the chair sitting in the room. Then as green eyes watched she let her long pale fingers undo the little red buttons of her blouse, underneath she wore a lacy black bra. Her skirt came next, then the black lacy French knickers. Naked before him she lay back on the bed and reached her hand towards him.

He crawled up the bed and kissed each one of her breasts in turn before moving his head between her legs. As he lapped at her wet pussy Bellatrix writhed and moaned on the bed, her hands fisted in his hair holding his head close to her. As her climax claimed her body only one name was on her lips. Tom.

Looking up he smiled at her, then stood to remove his own clothing while she recovered from her orgasm. When he was gloriously naked Bellatrix couldn’t resist touching his body. She still could not believe that her hero Tom Riddle would want her, a teenager in his bed. Well, this was not strictly speaking his bed, but a bed he was in.

Tom always did this to Bellatrix, made her mind a muddle. As her fingers drifted to his erect cock she tried to think coherently but the knowledge that he would soon be buried deep inside her body was enough to drive her to distraction. As her small hand wrapped around his large cock she bit her lip in order to keep herself quiet. Dark eyes drifted up his form to look into his own eyes.

Laying her back, Tom covered the body below his, hands caressing her perky breasts. He moved slowly, slipping inside of her body, and set up a slow steady pace. Bellatrix writhed underneath him, wrapping her long legs around his hips and urging him to move faster and harder. Tom ignored her, preferring to set his own pace.

He laughed when, irritated, Bellatrix used her strength to flip them over. She only managed in achieving halfway but Tom took pity on her, deciding to let his little lover take control.

Once on top Bellatrix treated Tom as she would her stallion back at Black manor. She bounced heavily on his body her fingers digging into his shoulders. Her stride was much faster than his as she came to climax Tom managed to control his urges. As she regained her strength and began to move again his hand drifted up her beautiful body and she took his fingers in his mouth. She loved his fingers, they were long and strong and made her skin dance with delight when he touched her. She suckled happily, simulation what she enjoyed doing to another of his organs on a regular basis.

He tugged his hand from her mouth and trailed his fingers down her spine, pulling a delightful shiver from her body. She didn’t notice what he planned on doing with his fingers until they were poised at her entrance behind her, and one quick thrust and she was once again in the throes of pleasure. The feeling of her third climax, and where his fingers were embedded was too much for Tom and he joined her in their passion.

Bellatrix collapsed boneless on top of Toms hard body and he wrapped his strong arms around her slim holding her close, promising to never let her go. Afterwards they lay together in the afterglow and whispered secrets and promises that Tom Riddle never wanted to break. And never would.

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Lucius Malfoy lay on his back in the small cot in Azkaban prison and listened to some of the inmates scream. One really did not need the dementors here to make oneself go mad, the work of Dermas Malfoy had been quite capable of that with his twisted little charms and curses he left on the island as he drifted from its shores. Molov Malfoy had often told his grandson the story of their old ancestor Dermas Malfoy, who had been friends with Salazar Slytherin. He had also planned on building a Dark Arts school for selected students on the island, but Adam Weasley had demanded that the new ministry be granted a gift from each of the prominent leaders of wizarding Britain. Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff had joined forces and created one of the most prestigious wizarding schools in the world and Dermas Malfoy had been forced to give up his precious Azkaban. As he was leaving he set up a rather complicated network of curses and wards that have been affecting all those not associated with Malfoy’s ever since. Of course that was why Sirius Black and Bellatrix LeStrange had kept their minds intact, the Malfoy association and blood that they were connected with.

This was not what was on the current Malfoy’s mind however, and as he lay on his back staring at the black ceiling, Lucius wondered how long it would take Narcissa to get him out. Narcissa, his beautiful wife. He longed to be with his wife and his son in their beautiful family home, happily spending time doing nothing of importance. Narcissa, her visit had filled him full of pride and power. She was wonderfully brave about her visit but the storm was vexing him. Had Draco got some little witch pregnant? Was Lucius brother Luka about to be a father. Lucius sneered, he hated Luka and everything he stood for. Narcissa was not even aware of the bastard’s existence, and that was the way Lucius liked it. He would get to the bottom of this before long.