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The Celestial Professor
Chapter 07: Covenant
– Robin Scamander –
100cp granted, 100cp total.
I am well aware that the Black sisters are dangerous. Andromeda is the nicest of the trio, and she's got a deadly temper and can hold a grudge for decades. She went into law, and it didn't make her any less cutthroat. She might be more progressive than her sisters, but she's ruined entire families with a smile.
So, when I came downstairs to see Narcissa in nothing but a very sheer nightie, my reaction wasn't lust but fear. Lounging on the couch, her freshly-bathed body is barely wrapped up in a green silky nightie that barely reaches her thighs, a smile on her lips.
"You always were cautious, Robin," Narcissa teases, seeing my hesitation. "I had Dobby fetch it from my summer house. The Dark Lord doesn't know about that one."
"Did you only keep lingerie there?" I ask, taking my seat as she smiles. It is not a soft smile, as she repositions. Crossing her legs, I get a hint of what lies under it as she positions herself. "Narcissa, what are you playing at?"
"Should I not thank my saviour?" Narcissa purrs, but it doesn't quite ring true. "It's funny, you and I never really spoke much, did we?"
"We were in different circles in school, and afterwards we were on different sides," I admit, making her nod with a small frown on her lips.
"I bought into the Dark Lord's lies early," Narcissa admits. "But it was never about purity, just power. We all swallowed his dragon shit eagerly."
"A lot of people did. For all his magical prowess, words were his most dangerous weapon," I agree, a frown on my face. Voldemort was so damn charismatic at the start, Narcissa was hardly the only one to buy into his cause. "That doesn't explain your curious choice of dress. Narcissa, what are you playing at?"
"I was curious how you'd react," Narcissa admits shamelessly, shrugging as her breasts jiggle. Her tone is blunt, but I don't buy it. "Bella always spoke so fondly of you, even after you two broke up. You know she gelded her 'husband'? Rodolphus tried to bed her, not realising that the ring on her finger meant so very little to Bellatrix."
"Bella has never been the most… sane woman. Even when we were in school, she was growing increasingly unhinged," I admit, unsurprised. How many girls ended up being cursed because they made the mistake of existing too close to me when we were dating? It's what eventually led to our break-up, but a part of me wonders if that was a mistake.
She'd started spending time with the future Death Eaters, but it wasn't until we broke up that she went so fully into their cause. Then again, she did respond to my attempts to talk to her by trying to set me on fire, so maybe it was a lost cause.
Narcissa hums, lost in thought for a moment before she shakes her head. The movement also makes her body move, making it harder to keep my eyes on her face.
"I thought I was going to die, locked in my own wine cellar," Narcissa finally says, a mixture of vulnerability and cold fury crossing her face. "I watched my husband slowly rot while knowing that that bastard had my daughter. I can't even guess what they've done to Lyra, because she knows her father is dead, she watched him die. I don't even know if the Lyra in Hogwarts is really my daughter, or if her body has been tossed into some pit while a fake takes her identity."
"I can find out, soon," I promise. [Gods' Eyes] should reveal if she is fake or not.
"The point is, I expected to die, and not easily, when they no longer needed me," Narcissa continues, her eyes distant for a moment. "And then you saved me. Gave me hope that my daughter might be saved as well… Can you blame me for being grateful?"
"Yes, because I might not know you that well, but I can see through this. Whatever pushed you to do this, it isn't gratitude," I point out, making her gasp and look hurt for a moment, right before a dangerous smile grows on her lips.
"No, it's spite. Bellatrix helped them capture us. My own big sister left me in that cellar. I know Bella still sees you as 'hers' and I want to take you from her," Narcissa finally admits with a dark look in her eyes. "Bella was the one to torture Lucius to death on Voldemort's orders. She took my daughter away. I can't beat her in a fight, but I can hurt her in other ways."
Yeah, that sounds more like the Narcissa that I remember.
"I doubt Bellatrix would care. We broke up decades ago," I point out, making her laugh darkly.
"Then you don't know Bellatrix as well as you think you do," Narcissa says confidently. "Are you not interested in 'finishing the set'? You've slept with Bellatrix and I'm almost certain you've slept with Andromeda."
"I'd rather not make this more awkward by sleeping with a recently widowed woman," I say simply, making her roll her eyes. "If we're going to be working together to deal with this growing threat, I'd rather not complicate things like that."
"Complicate? Robin, we're two consenting adults. I'm not asking you to date me, I'm asking for sex," Narcissa says, her tone extremely blunt. "I want to celebrate being free, and alive, you're handsome, and it will hurt Bellatrix. I'm not some school girl who is going to get clingy, and I certainly won't let feelings get in the way of saving my daughter. We're going to be allies, why not add some… benefits to that alliance?"
Her tone makes me chuckle softly, despite my best efforts as my eyes wander over her barely-covered body. This time I think she's being honest. It feels strange given how recently she's been widowed, but I don't know much about her relationship with Lucius.
"When did you become so paranoid?" Narcissa asks in amusement, making me shrug.
"During my time as a Hit Wizard. It kept me alive," I admit, making her laugh at my honest answer.
"Use that sword of yours. Interrogate me," Narcissa challenges, and I narrow my eyes before I sigh and summon Gram. Approaching, I stab it into her chest and watch her look down at it in a mixture of interest and amusement.
"What do you want to get from this, Narcissa?" I ask.
"Fucked. I want to get fucked," Narcissa replies, the crude word at odds with her posh looks and accent. "I want to steal Bellatrix's 'man'. I want to forget about the world and this complete mess for a while. I want to see if you're as good in bed as Bellatrix used to claim."
Her eyes never leave mine, a clear challenge in them as I pull Gram back and dismiss it. For a moment, I'm about to refuse before I pause and ask myself why. With Fleur after me, I can't deny that I'm pent up, and Narcissa just smirks as she pulls her nightie off and tosses it away, rising to stand in front of me in just a black thong, perfectly perky tits jiggling from her movement.
– Narcissa Malfoy –
Robin had incredible control. Perhaps it was arrogance, but she was sure that most men wouldn't have resisted nearly as much when faced with a horny, nearly-naked Narcissa Malfoy-Black.
But she could see the moment he threw that control away, even before he kissed her. It was a rough kiss, his hands lifting her up as her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck.
She had little interest in dating or romance anymore, but she was still a woman with her own needs. After so long trapped in that cramped cell, she just wanted to forget and indulge as he carried her to his bed, tossing her onto it, pulling off his clothes and revealing a surprisingly-athletic body, her eyes locking onto his cock as he fully stripped. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly peeled her thong off, tossing it away as she crooked a finger at him, spreading her legs to expose her dripping pussy to him. She wanted this, needed it.
Plus, she needed Robin. Lyra needed Robin, and she intended to make sure he was very fond of her. Men were simple, and easily led by their cocks. Robin wasn't a trusting person, but she intended to win that trust. She didn't understand his new powers but knew potential when she saw it. Voldemort had devastated her family, used her daughter, and he was going to die screaming for it. She couldn't beat him, but she might have found someone who could.
Robin would be the hero of this story, and she didn't mind playing the role of his damsel as he climbed onto the bed. Plus, an angry Bellatrix was a predictable Bellatrix, once word spread that she had fucked Robin, her psychotic big sister would come for her. She loved Bellatrix, she truly did, but her sister had to pay for betraying her. If it had just been Lucius, she might even have forgiven Bellatrix since Lucius had been dead from the moment he'd lost that diary, but whatever they'd done to Lyra was a betrayal she could never forgive.
She did love it when her actions benefited her in a dozen different ways at once.
Robin kissed her again, even as one of her legs hooked around his waist and pulled him in, her hand grasping his shaft and lining him up. He didn't waste any time, sinking into her tight, wet depths with no hesitation, his earlier reticence long faded.
A moan slipped out as he filled her, her nails digging into his back as he began to move. It wasn't just his length and girth that were making her body react so much, but his technique as well, as he angled just right to hit her most sensitive spots with each thrust. Her moans grew louder, muffled by his mouth as he took her up on her offer to complete the set.
His hands explored her body, gently groping and teasing as he found all her most receptive spots, and she silently admitted that Bella was probably right about how good he was in bed. For a brief moment, her heart ached as she remembered a better time, when her sister had only been mildly insane and not a complete psychopath. Then, she pushed it away as she smirked up at Robin, flipping them over as she began to ride him with a steady, demanding pace.
His hand moved to her breasts, cupping them as his thumbs brushed against her nipples, sending a shudder through her at the pleasure. His other hand rested on her ass, sinking into the soft flesh as she smirked. She'd never been good at being submissive, which was why she and Lucius had so rarely had sex. He was too prideful to let her take control, and she was too prideful to let him be in control. After all, she was a Black and he was just a member of some French branch family that had fled to escape the guillotine. He was the one marrying up.
"I hope you weren't expecting me to just lie down and take it," Narcissa purred, pressing her hand against his to stop him from moving it away from her breast. Robin just chuckled, even as he thrust up to meet her.
"Somehow, I figured you wouldn't," Robin admitted, pulling her down for another kiss as her breasts pressed against his chest. Both hands moved to her ass, giving her a light spank as she smirked against him. "You've always been a bossy one, haven't you?"
She simply smiled, not denying that accusation as she braced herself by placing both hands on his chest. Her hips moved faster, the sound of their flesh clapping together filling the room as she used him for her pleasure. It wasn't like he was complaining, watching her breasts bounce wildly as her movements picked up speed.
Despite him letting her take control, he wasn't passive as he moved his hips up in time with her descent, his hands on her hips guiding her pace while still letting her stay in control. She rocked against him, letting out her moans as she bit her lip slightly. It had been a while for her, even before she'd spent a month trapped in a cage.
"Oh fuck, I needed this," Narcissa admitted, her nails clawing at his chest slightly as she shuddered, feeling her climax building up. Her movements became less smooth as she let the pleasure wash over her, her pussy clenching down on his cock as she let out a needy whine.
Collapsing onto him, she panted for a moment, mildly impressed that he hadn't cum yet. He rolled them over, and she gave him a hungry look as he began to move again. Maybe she was out of shape, but she allowed it and did exactly what she said she wasn't going to, lying back and taking it as he hammered into her.
"Fuck, you're tight," Robin growled, his composed act gone and a dark, hungry look on his face as he pounded her. His hands gripped her waist hard enough to bruise, before one slid up to maul her perfect tits as she moaned.
"Ahn~ you beast," Narcissa teased with a needy moan, clawing at his back hard enough to make him bleed, both legs wrapped around his waist. She didn't know how long they fucked, her worries fading away in the face of the pleasure. She felt his cock start to twitch, balls churning as he prepared to blow his load, and her leglock became far tighter, staring him dead in the eyes. "I-inside, don't you- mhmm~ don't you dare pull out," Narcissa ordered, her tone heavy with lust as Robin growled and sped up.
He held back a lot, didn't he? But once he gave in, he truly let loose. With a heavy grunt, he slammed into her and released his seed deep inside her. She wasn't interested in another kid, but there were potions for that, so she just enjoyed the feeling of his cum flooding her womb, climaxing again with a satisfied moan.
He rested inside her for a moment, watching her pant as her breasts heaved.
Then, without saying a word, he flipped her over onto her front and pulled her hips so she was on her knees, her face pressed into the pillows. Instantly, he was inside her again as she moaned into the pillow, her back arching as she moved her hips back to meet his thrusts.
Well, as her saviour, she'd let him have his way this time~
– Robin Scamander –
Sitting back in the living room, I can't quite stop myself from looking at Narcissa's nude form as she lounges in the seat, completely naked. I suppose we're past the point of shyness, aren't we?
Feat Achieved: Fuck Narcissa Malfoy, 100cp. Fuck all three of the Black Sisters, 100cp. 200cp granted. 300cp total.
I still don't understand why my power seems to think that sex is a worthy feat, but I'm not going to complain either.
"What are you planning to do next?" Narcissa asks, making me pause and consider matters.
"The fake Lucius is a problem, giving Voldemort a way to control Fudge. I also need to check if Lyra is the real Lyra or not, because I don't want a spy in Hogwarts," I say, making her nod in agreement.
"I don't know where the fake is. He hasn't come back to Malfoy Manor as far as I can tell," Narcissa admits.
"Amelia Bones sent me a letter, asking for a meeting. She knows something is going on, after I fought Rookwood and saw Bellatrix, both of whom should have been in Azkaban, but I think Fudge is keeping her in the dark," I explain. I would call Cornelius a friend, but he shouldn't be the Minister. He's too eager to stuff his head in the sand when things go wrong.
"To save his hide or because the fake is whispering in his ear?" Narcissa asks, making me frown.
"It could very well be both. Amelia could be helpful in capturing the fake and maybe even arranging a raid on Malfoy Manor, but I can't exactly admit I was there to kidnap Lucius," I half-joke, but she simply smirks.
"Then say I sent you a message asking for help through Dobby, fearing the Ministry was compromised," Narcissa suggests easily. "Bones hates Death Eaters, and while she doesn't like me, her anger means she'll be more likely to aid in anything that opposes them."
She's not wrong. Amelia lost most of her family to Death Eaters, all but her niece, Susan. Amelia was babysitting so her brother could take his wife on a date, and both of Susan's parents were murdered on their date by Death Eaters. Likely the Lestrange Brothers, but it was never confirmed.
"If we explain the imposter situation, I think she'll keep things quiet," I say, stroking my chin. "At the very least, I want to get a chance to check if Lyra is the real deal before the raid."
"I take it you have an ability that you think will help?" Narcissa asks, her tone both knowing and clearly curious.
"I do. It's new, but I can see through shapeshifted people's disguises. For example, your niece, Nym, looks like her base form when I focus on her, instead of the more punkish look she goes for. I haven't had it for long, and didn't have it when I saw Lucius last," I explain.
With [Covenant Leader], I might be able to share the effect of [God's Eyes] with my 'team', so I'll need to tell them more eventually.
"I won't ask where you got this power, but I'm guessing it's the same place you got your rodent form and sword?" Narcissa asks, making me nod. "A part of me is deathly curious. A larger part doesn't give a damn as long as it helps us save Lyra."
"Gram also can cut through mental bindings and magical compulsions. If Lyra has had her memories altered, I think I could fix it," I explain, conjuring the sword again.
"An impressive weapon," Narcissa admits, admiring the blade in my hand. I can see the questions on the tip of her tongue, but she suppresses them. "A souvenir from your travels?"
"Something like that," I say, dismissing it. "We need to get to Lyra before trying anything with the fake Lucius, but at the same time, if Lyra is a double-agent, then going after her could alert him."
"Which is why we need Amelia. If we time it to when 'Lucius' is in the Ministry, and Lyra is in Hogwarts, Amelia can arrest 'Lucius' while we deal with Lyra. As her mother, I can go into Hogwarts and ask to see her for a family emergency," Narcissa agrees thoughtfully. "While I don't particularly like the man, it may be worth bringing Dumbledore in on this. At the very least, we can reasonably assume he hasn't been replaced and isn't working with the Dark Lord, and that's unfortunately rare at the moment."
Honestly, a very valid point.
[Mind of Water] - 300cp, 0cp remaining
Your mind is like an ocean, vast and deep, with several layers. Due to this, psychic attacks on your mind, possession, or any outside force that would interfere with your ability to keep your own mentality will immediately fail, giving you full protection against such things.
Any kind of mental defence is never going to be something I turn my nose up at, especially when I can share it with [Covenant Leader]. Narcissa gives me a curious look at my thoughtful expression, and while I have reasons to be hesitant to share my powers, Mind of Water is one I might want to spread around.
"Robin?" Narcissa asks, seeing me lost in thought before I make my decision.
"As you've no doubt seen, I have some… unique powers, including my ability to see through shapeshifting and an immunity to any form of mind control or mental manipulation," I admit, making her raise an eyebrow.
"Complete immunity? To even things like the Imperius?" Narcissa asks, making me nod.
"I believe so, though I haven't tested that for obvious reasons," I say, watching her pull out her wand from the pile of clothes next to her, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Let's not pretend I'm a lily-white innocent, Robin. Yes, I can cast the Imperius. It's the only one of the Unforgivables I can use, and I'm hardly an expert, but isn't it better to know for certain?" Narcissa asks bluntly, making me pause before I nod. I deliberately lower my Occlumency shields as she aims at me.
"Imperio!" Narcissa hisses, her eyes widening briefly as the spell simply… fails. I didn't even feel it, making her sit back with a curious but impressed smile. "Impressive. I'm no expert, but I felt my spell just… slide off your mind."
As she speaks, I feel a mental probe trying to enter my mind, only to be lost to the ocean, which is my thoughts, even without my Occlumency shields. Narcissa's eyes widen at whatever she saw, but the important thing is that she wasn't able to reach my memories or thoughts.
"Truly impressive," Narcissa admits.
"I brought this up because I have the power to share these… skills," I continue, and instantly she straightens up. "It goes without saying that I don't want to throw power around lightly, but given the situation, I think it is going to be important to make sure that anyone we bring into this is immune to mind control and can see through the doppelgangers."
"What are you, Robin? What did you find that gave you all these strange powers?" Narcissa finally asks, making me laugh.
"Nothing. I found no magical artefact, no secret trove of knowledge," I admit, watching her eyes narrow thoughtfully. "The point is, I can bring people into my 'Covenant' and share a weakened version of my own powers with them. I won't say I completely trust you, Narcissa, but we're in this together."
If anything, I trust her desire to make Voldemort pay for what he did to her family. As I speak, I try to look into the future with [God's Eyes]. It's hard, looking into the distant future, and I have so little control over what I see as I focus on Narcissa.
For just a moment, I see her with a bloated belly and a ring on her finger, in this same room.
How far in the future that was, I have no idea. I also don't believe the future is set in stone, so I don't put too much faith into blurry visions. She was pregnant and married, but that doesn't mean I'm the father or husband; she could have just been visiting. She looked happy, at least.
God's Eyes also lets me sense dishonesty, and I do believe she is being honest in her desire to help fight Voldemort.
"Have you ever considered becoming a Dark Lord? I have a feeling you'd be a very successful one," Narcissa teases, hiding her shock at my words. She's not wrong, being able to share my powers with those who join me would let me become very powerful if that was something I wanted. It is not. "How does this work?"
"Come here, and kneel," I say, making her give me a lascivious smirk which makes me roll my eyes. It isn't helped by her continued nudity as she does so, kneeling in front of me with practiced ease. She might never have been marked, but her family served Voldemort during the first war.
I place my hand on her head, focusing as I bring her into my Covenant and confirm some important things. I decide what I share, giving her a lesser version of [Mind of Water], [God's Eyes] and [Divided Attention]. She won't see the past or future, but she should have the ability to see through illusions and shapeshifting as she stumbles back with a gasp.
I shift to my Nezumi form, watching her stare at me with wide, almost glowing eyes.
"I can see your true form, like a mirage behind you," Narcissa admits, awe on her face at how easily I managed to grant her this power.
I can also sense that I could exile her from the Covenant, removing the powers I've given her. That's very good to know.
"Now we just need to see if this works on the doppelgangers," I say with a pleased smile.
"Then I think it's time we brought Madam Bones into this conspiracy," Narcissa agrees with a dark smile, promising pain to those who have wronged her.
– Amelia Bones – Later
She had sent a letter to Robin in the hopes that he would be able to tell her something, but it had been a long shot. She hadn't expected much to come of it, to be perfectly honest, and had mostly just hoped to maybe lay down the foundations for getting him to come back to Law Enforcement.
"I can see the muggle's true form," Narcissa admitted, looking at the fake 'Bellatrix'. Fudge wanted to sweep this colossal breakout under the rug, and he'd have her job if he learnt that she'd sneaked two people into Azkaban to see the fake prisoners. She didn't give a damn.
The worst of the worst had escaped, and they hadn't even noticed. This tension reminded her far too much of the months leading up to the official start of the first war against You Know Who.
"So can I," Robin agreed, his golden eyes glowing slightly. She wasn't sure about Narcissa, but after hearing their story, she understood that Narcissa had every reason to hate the Dark Lord, and Robin was right, the Blacks were a vengeful lot.
"Good. I don't want to risk either of you getting close to 'Lucius' and alerting him before we can take him down, but when we have him in a cell, we'll make sure your sight works on transformed wizards as well. For now, we'll just optimistically hope it does," Amelia said with a deep frown.
The house-elf, Dobby, had gone back and gotten the body of the real Lucius Malfoy and it was confirmed that he had been dead for well over a month. She'd spoken to the slimy bastard not a week ago.
Narcissa's 'escape' had definitely alerted them that something was wrong, so they had to act fast. As in, "today" fast. She'd picked her team to take down Lucius out of mostly people she knew were loyal to Dumbledore and were likely a part of his Order, and as they'd planned, she made sure Robin got a chance to look at each of them and confirm they weren't transformed.
"We'll handle Lyra. I don't know if she's been replaced or had her memories altered, but it'll be easier for us to handle her in Hogwarts," Robin said, making her nod.
"Lucius is here for a Wizengamot meeting today, I've got someone watching him. My people will take him down, Fudge won't like it, but he'll have to accept it when he sees the evidence," Amelia agreed. "What are we doing about Dumbledore?"
"I think we're going to need to bring him in on this. At the very least, so we don't end up working against each other by accident. We're on the same side," Robin explained, making her nod with a frown. She wasn't fond of Dumbledore's influence and the near cultish behaviour many of his followers treated him with, but Robin wasn't wrong. This wasn't the time for them to work against him out of ego; he was a very powerful old man who had done more in the fight against Voldemort than any of them. "But I want to capture Lyra first."
"Agreed, I need to know if my daughter is even still alive," Narcissa said, eyes narrow and a quiet fury tinged with desperation in her words.
Amelia couldn't imagine what Narcissa was going through. If she thought there was a chance that Susan had been killed and replaced, she wouldn't be nearly as composed as Narcissa was right now.
"You realise that exposing this scheme may have them go on the offensive?" Robin pointed out, making her nod.
"I do, but I fear what damage they could do by infiltrating so many places more than I fear open battle with them," Amelia admitted, even as she frowned. Her department was undertrained, underfunded, and not ready for this.
Robin clearly knew it, and he gave her a small nod. Robin was apparently an amazing teacher, from Susan's letters, and she was going to have to check if that carried over to teaching her people how to fight.
— Bonus Scene — Fleur Delacour
She was honestly flattered that Robin trusted her and Nym enough to bring them in as help for their plan to capture this Lyra. As this was the same group that tried to sacrifice her sister, she was downright eager to help as Robin explained the plan… but her mind was elsewhere.
Narcissa Malfoy remained by his side, and Fleur's Veela side screamed in anger as she recognised the slight glow and satisfied smile on Narcissa's face. That was the face of someone who had gotten well and truly fucked.
Someone had beaten them to the punch as she gave Nym an annoyed look. Nym blinked, looking confused before she followed Fleur's eyes to Narcissa, pausing for just a moment.
"Wait, you two fucked?!" Nym asked, making Robin stop his explanation of the very important plan, sighing and rubbing his forehead as Narcissa raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," Narcissa admitted shamelessly, her tone challenging as Fleur frowned.
"Wait, so you've fucked both my aunts?" Nym asked, and Robin began to reply.
"And your mother," Narcissa interrupted with a sly smirk. "Robin is the only person to complete the Black Sister Trio set."
"...you fucked my mum!?" Nym asked, her hair flashing through a rainbow of colours. Fleur had gotten good at reading her new friend, seeing hints of anger, shock and arousal all at once.
"Can we please focus on the very serious situation and not my past sex life?" Robin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and fixing his glasses.
"Oh right, Lyra. Wait, are you going to fuck my cousin as well?" Nym asked accusingly, making Robin sigh.
"I wouldn't be surprised, clearly something about him is irresistible to us Black girls," Narcissa added, watching Nym's cheeks burn.
"Girls, please focus," Robin sighed. "We can talk about who I have, have not and am going to sleep with afterwards."
Oh, the poor man didn't realise. Once this was done, she was going to jump him and wasn't taking no for an answer. Not now that some bitch had slipped in and gotten there first. She wasn't letting Narcissa lock him down.