Chapter 72: Time moves on further

A lot of things have happened in six years.

The first was Andromeda giving birth to a browned hair, blue grey eyed baby girl. Although Atria Alsephina Black didn’t stay like that for long. Just like her elder sister, she was a metamorphmagus. She wasn’t quite as wild however to everyone’s relief.

Nymphadora was happy to have a real sibling even though she considered Rose like one already. She was less happy to learn that her parents had divorced during her time at Hogwarts but not that surprised. She loved her father but from afar. He hadn’t exactly been the most loving with her so she wasn’t that mad at the news.

Her opinion of Ted took a bit of a hit and even though love was still there they rarely talked with each other. They were more estranged than anything. She never blamed Rick for her family mess, especially since she knew that it was her mother who had tricked him in the first place and started everything. She wasn’t aware however of her mother and Rick’s relationship still going on.

If anything the two became even closer. Especially after a conversation they had when Nymphadora was in her fourth year. She wanted to be called Black because students were making fun of her first name in combination with her metamorphmagus status.

“Fuck them. They’re just jealous. Of you. You’re an excellent student, a good beater on the pitch and you can change your body anyway you want. The only thing they can make fun of to make themselves feel better is your name. How pathetic does that make them? Hm? And you know what? I always thought that Nymphadora was a beautiful name and that only you could do it justice. I say, wear it with pride, like a badge of honor and you will see that they can’t use it to hurt you. Make them call you Black because they are unworthy to say your first name out loud, not because they’re making you ashamed. They’re not good enough for that.

Besides, do you want those kinds of people to have such a precious name in their dirty mouths? I know I wouldn’t. Next time they make fun of it? Hex them and tell them ‘Nymphadora’ is only for friends and family and not for the sorry excuse of wizards and witches they are. It’s too good for them. Of course I better be the only one that calls you ‘Nymie’ or there will be trouble. And I’m not even going to talk about anyone calling you ‘Nymphie’. I pray for the poor soul that would take Rose’s name for her big sister as their own.”

By the time he was done talking, Nymphadora was so cheered up that she was laughing. Rick had put her on his shoulders, made their way inside the manor and made her laugh even more when he talked about her middle name.

“Thank God Vulpecula is not your first name. I wouldn’t have been able to say anything. It’s that bad. You really dodged a bullet on that one. I can’t imagine how hard your guardian angel had to work for only being able to make it your middle name.”

Nymphadora laughed even more and when they encountered Andromeda, the woman asked what was so funny.

““Your naming sense.””

Was the answer she got and when she pulled her wand out Rick darted away with Nymphadora still on his shoulders.Lily was having the time of her life teaching Arithmancy at Hogwarts. She was so good at this and so loved by the students that her class was always more than full. Of course many of them took her subject because of her fame but over the years her reputation as a teacher and person reached the ears of the second years that were still hesitating on their electives. She was still working on finding a cure for Lycanthropy and had developed a multiple-way-mirror. A better version of the two-way mirror. So far, it went up to four people but she wasn’t giving up on making it infinite. Everyday she walked to the castle or rode one of the ponies they had brought with them from Potter Manor and made the road back the same way when she was done with her class. Hagrid was graciously taking care of it during the day.

On Sundays they invited a few professors and friends to the Manor for lunch. It all started when in 85, Minerva’s husband died tragically in an accident with a Venomous Tentacula. She couldn’t bear to keep living in the small home she had shared with him for a few years in Hogsmeade and chose to move in fully to the castle. To make her go out a bit, Lily had reminded her that she had a goddaughter to spoil who was still too young to leave the manor. She even pointed out that if Severus of all people could get out of the dungeons for a weekly visit she could do it too. The final nail on the coffin was a direct attack on her not being very Gryffindor-y. Both professors became regular at Lions’ Pride Manor on Winter Breaks.

The children were growing up nicely. Camelia and Sage were the two peas in a pod kind of twins. Speaking together at the same time, liking the same things. They were inseparable. They were forming a trio with their half-sister Lyra which she led.

Lyra was the proper heiress for a house like the House of Black. She hadn’t got her mother’s craziness (so far) and instead got more of her father’s personality. She was however very focused on traditions and acted as it was expected of her at the appropriate time. A gathering of Lords, Ladies and heirs and heiresses? She was the perfect, well behaved and educated child. A gathering of simple children? She was the most lively around. Arcturus and Cassiopeia commented that she would make a great Lady Black one day. The fact the butting-heads siblings agreed on this told much about Lyra’s character.

Lea was the oddity of the Black family. She was so kind and sweet you wouldn’t think she could be quite cunning and vicious if you wronged her or the ones she loved unjustly. Neither Bella or Rick knew if she would end up in Slytherin or Hufflepuff and it blew their minds. She had a talent for art and was always in her own little world she made around herself.

Veronica turned out to be an exact copy of her father personality wise. She also inherited his magic sensing, the only one among her siblings, but also her father and grandmother’s brand of Black Madness. A boy a few years older had tried to bully her friend at school and he ended up being so scared of her he had to transfer away. Otherwise she was a happy go lucky child who never complained about anything and just ‘dealt’ with it.

Despite being the only boy of the family, Vega wasn’t spoiled one bit though he was doted on by all his sisters. While Veronica was outgoing, Vega was reserved. Yet, they were the best of friends. Lily remarked that they reminded her of herself and Severus in their younger years. At first glance they were polar opposite personality-wise yet spent all their time together.

Vega’s few displays of emotions had worried his parents. After careful testing it was discovered that he was a natural occlumens and as such had much control over his reaction to his feelings. You would think that he was fed up by Veronica’s shenanigans she got up and dragged him into but it was nothing further from the truth. He was going with it head first, always. It was just his stoic facial expression that made you think otherwise.

Finally, Atria was just a mini-Andromeda. Despite being a metamorphmagus her favorite appearance was her mother’s. Her hair color kept changing however. One day she felt like being a redhead like Lily and another with dirty blonde hair like her father. Nymphadora who had already planned some huge pranks for when her sister was older was a bit disappointed to find out Atria wasn’t much interested in using her natural abilities that way. She was only six years old though so there was time.

Her paternal lineage was a well kept secret. Only Lily, Bella and Dorea knew Rick was Atria’s sire. That was until Narcissa figured it out in 90. She immediately requested, in a way befitting her status as a pureblood witch from an Ancient and Noble House, for a child too with Rick as a father. She always wanted more than one child and preferably daughters. When she was still enamored with Lucius, she hoped to have at least one.

Unfortunately a blood curse made it so no daughter would be born in the Malfoy line. At least none healthy enough to live beyond a couple months at best. It was a self-inflicted blood curse from a previous misogynistic Lord Malfoy.

Narcissa had been enraged when she had learned that in the early 80s’ while she was looking up Malfoy history for Draco. The fact that she had miscarried two girls before having her son and Lucius blaming her for it, had made her see even redder.

After talking about it with each other, Lily and Bella gave their permission. The day after, news of Lucius dying of his illness made it to the Daily Prophet. Narcissa kept control of all Malefoy assets until Draco came of age but went back to her maiden name of Black. Just like Andromeda she became an official concubine of Rick. though it was never advertised. Only Gringotts was made aware of it for legal reasons pertaining to inheritances potential issues.Narcissa had chosen Rick mainly because out of eight children he had seven daughters. In her mind he was the best candidate to give her what she wanted and craved for years. She also remembered the day he and Bella fell through the ceiling totally naked and what he packed. Many nights she had pleasured herself thinking about it. Finally, if both their sisters were throwing themselves at him it must have been for a very good reason. After her first time with Rick she knew what it was.

Just like Andromeda, Narcissa submitted to Lily and Bella. Why they allowed the platinum blond witch to become a concubine instead of just a lover, varied between the two. Lily felt greedy and wanted the panoply of the Black Sisters while Bella simply wanted more witches (or bitches, no one was sure with Bella and she purposefully slurred the word) to worship her Master. Of course the real reason was that as her wife she enjoyed the feeling of superiority she had over other women, her sisters included.

Narcissa had refused when she was told that if she wanted her child she may have to be intimate with her sisters. She may have been a pureblood witch but even that was going too far for her. Three days of sexual ‘torture’ from her sisters and she didn’t care anymore. On May 90 she finally got her wish and found herself pregnant. Rick was glad because for the first time one of his children would be born at the end of the year and not between May to late August. He had long given up on having no more children after Veronica.

Bella was making a killing in the duelling circuit. She often ended in the top five of tournaments with Marlene. In duo? They absolutely dominated the other teams. Both were very offensive witches and while Marlene always went big, Bella was more cunning in her approach. Their tactic was simple: Bella would distract or impair their opponents while Marlene would just hammer them down. It was very effective and they had won the World Championship a few times.

They were gone a few days for each tournament and the family got to take care of Duncan, Sirius visiting everyday after work to pick him up. The man was still trying to get Marlene back.

Amelia had been promoted fast. After Crouch and the scandal regarding his son, he was forced to resign as head of the DMLE and replaced by Head Auror Robarts. Amelia quickly got up the ranks for her exemplary work and had been chosen as Robarts’ replacement in spring of 90. She’s been head of the DMLE for a few months and was leading a tight ship. There was some worry about the upcoming Minister Election in September.

Millicent Bagnold after a decade of leadership and a re-election had decided to step down. Whoever her successor was, Amelia hoped it wouldn’t be a buffoon or incompetent that would be an obstacle to her doing her job properly.

In the summer of 90 after winning again the Quidditch World Cup in Morocco by catching the golden snitch and getting hit by lighting while doing so, Rick, in an interview post game announced his retirement to everyone in the world’s shock.

The Daily Prophet’s article about it had been wild.

ENGLAND WORLD CHAMPION POTTER RETIRES!

After perhaps realizing the most grandiose catch in History and for the third time in a row granting England the title of World Champions, Lord Corvus Potter, seeker of our National Team announced his retirement in a press conference right after the game. No one was left indifferent to that news. Some people refused to believe it, some were shocked, some were crying. I, myself, was rather moved and shed a few tears when the surprise wore off. Corvus Potter had been THE figure of quidditch in Wizarding Britain and our own national Hero for more than a decade.

Here is a transcript of Lord Potter explaining why he was retiring.

“I’m… tired. I’ve been playing quidditch since I was twelve. Professionally since I graduated Hogwarts at eighteen. I went on to help the Montrose Magpies win as many titles in the Irish and English league as possible. Helped won nine European titles and helped win three consecutive World Cups for England, something that no country ever did before. What challenge is there for me to overcome?”

“You could win more and make new records?” a journalist pointed out and Lord Potter chuckled.

“I could yes but… For one, my number one fan had no more space in her office for every golden snitch I caught and gave her. In my whole career, including as a Hogwarts student, I only failed to catch one. She’d need a new office but I doubt her boss would allow it.”

“That’s hundreds of them!” commented a spectator.

“Yes. Another reason why I’m retiring is… I want to do something else. I graduated Hogwarts with fourteen NEWTs, you know, and I haven’t done much with them. I created broomsticks, sure… But that aside? I didn’t do much for the Magical World.”

“You made people dream for years!” shouted a child in the audience.

“Aw, that’s sweet of you, kiddo. Thanks. But it’s not good to dwell on dreams and forget to live, you know? I’m sure there are plenty of things I could do to help people all over the world. Lastly… And that’s perhaps the biggest reason as to why I’m retiring… My eldest is starting Hogwarts next year. Before she’s away for ten months a year for nearly a decade, I… I want to spend more time with her. I tried to be as present as possible for her and her siblings but being a pro quidditch player makes it so you’re away often. Especially when you play internationally.

So here, I want to spend time with my daughter because she deserved it. She had always been patient with me, welcoming me home with nothing but love as if I was never away more than a minute.

I wish nothing but the very best for my teammates. Be they from the national team or the Montrose Magpies. It’s time for new blood and see how far it can go. I wish to thank every person who supported and cheered for me from all over the world during my career. It meant a lot. To you too, I also wish nothing but the best and the best of luck.”Corvus Potter bowed deeply as a final goodbye and left the conference room. As I watched his retreating back I couldn’t help but think that Quidditch had just lost something important in that moment.

There had been many debates over the years about who was the best player in History and many times Corvus Potter’s name was brought forward. Whether he is or not, I’m sure we can all agree on him being a Legend who will be spoken about in the centuries to come. Not only for his skills or his ability to make unruly seekers ‘eat the dirt’ (as fans call Potter making his opponent crash onto the ground after a Wronski Feint) but by his humility and friendliness. Potter is known to never take credit for himself and always include his teammates in any interview he made about victories and successes.

While many had proven to not be able to handle the fame and glory, Potter had shown to be quite an humble man, making him a role model for children than most parents accepted and endorsed.Lord Potter will be dearly missed in the Quidditch world but we also wish nothing but the best for him in his new life outside of the sport.

Rita Skeeter.

“I’m surprised that harpy wrote a nice article about you.” Lily commented at breakfast between two bites of toast.

“As if she would write anything bad about him! She wishes she was in our place, that’s why she’s putting us down in her articles.” replied Bella while putting a piece of bacon in her mouth. “Her last article she called you a pureblood wannabe and me anything short of a slut or a whore.”

“You are a slut and a whore, Bella.”

“Quiet, Andi.” the eldest Black sister threatened with her fork pointed at the offender in a threatening manner.

“It’s true, though.”

“Cissy, I’m well aware of that fact but only to my master and husband. Not anyone else. I have high standards!”

Rick was silently enjoying his cup of tea with his eyes closed. The decision had been an easy one. In fact it was in the spur of the moment. He died for good when he caught the snitch and was hit by lightning. His heart had stopped beating and thanks to Eva’s quick thinking shocked it back into activity with her wand. Only the two of them knew and he was glad for it. His death experience had been the last straw. For years he got himself injured and got Lily to fix him up when his life was not in danger but sometimes, like at the final against Romania in 82… He didn’t want for her to witness this anymore. She had endured for nearly two decades and he couldn’t ask her to do it anymore. All the reasons he gave the media were valid and true but they came after Lily’s.

His musing was interrupted by someone sitting on his lap sideways and attacking his neck with their lips. From the ass alone he knew it was Bella but if that wasn’t enough, she was the only one who didn’t just kiss but also nibble at his neck. She only did that when she either wanted to be bent over the nearest furniture or wall or when she wanted something unreasonable.

“What is it this time?” Rick tilted his head to the side to give her more access to it and used his hands to grab her ass and the inside of her thigh.

“I want you to fuck my mother.” she whispered in his ear sultrily but loud enough for everyone at the table to hear.

““BELLA!!””

“What?! The thing she had been forced to marry is dead now! She’s free to go back to being a Rosier! That can’t happen! She needs to stay a Black and loyal!”

“And the first idea you have for that is to make her addicted to Rick’s cock?” The disbelief in Narcissa’s voice was not something anyone was used to hearing.

“It worked for you and Andi, didn’t it?”

“And you.”

“Come on, Lily, you knew I was all his the moment he nearly killed me at the end of

that family dinner. He didn’t need to use his pussy pleaser.”

“That’s because you’re a nutjob!” Andromeda got the jist of it.

“Who’s next? Dorea?” his mother’s name put forward, Rick’s dick lurched a bit and considering Bella ministration with her mouth and the fact she had begun rubbing her ass against his groin… she felt it.

“You like that idea, master, Hm?” The grin on her face was dangerous. “But yes, Cissy. All Black ladies must kneel at my master’s feet and worship him. That’s where they belong!”

“Morgana’s tits. Bella…” At a loss of words, Narcissa was pinching the bridge of her nose. It was Andromeda who spoke instead.

“She’s his mother!”

“So?”

“That’s going too far! It’s incest!”

“What do you call what you, Cissy and I got up too, then? I remember what we did when we were children and what we do on a regular basis.”

“Ugh! Lily, please put some sense into-”

“Lily has been secretly wanting this to happen for years! You’d get no help there!”

“That’s dragon dun- NO WAY!”

Lily was silent and blushing like mad. Refusing to look at anyone, she focused on spreading more strawberry jam on her toasts.

“Enough, Bella.” Finally intervening, Rick slapped his wife’s butt and gave her a lustful kiss making her moan in contentment. “If… your mother is interested then I will. Only because you ask it of me. My mother is off-limits. And so are our daughters. Is that clear?”

“But-”

“Is. That. Clear?”

Bellatrix shuddered when she saw her favorite look in her husband’s eyes. Immediately she was cowered and nodded like a scolded child. She began to be so wet she drenched his pants. Rick noticed the gleam in her eyes an knew that now, the only thing in his wife’s mind was to be fucked senselessly. Sighing, he picked her up in his arms and stood up.

“You’re impossible sometimes.”

“I’m sorry, master.” she whispered in a very subdued voice. Almost a whine.

“I take care of this loony and we can spend the morning in the garden? One last quiet moment together before the children come back from their little vacation?”

“Fine by me.” Lily was the first to answer, followed by Narcissa who began showing and Andromeda. Bella was already lost, licking Rick’s neck.