{Rigel's room, Slytherin Dorm, Hogwarts}
{4th Sep 1991}
{3rd Person POV}
Narcissa's eyes widened when Rigel leaned closer, she didn't think he would be this bold as his hand lightly grazed her abdomen. It was a very soft caress, soft enough that it did gain her interest. But he leaned closer and then brushed past her toward the door. His actions though were the last thing on her mind as she looked down at her exposed abdomen, her entire body was heating up as arousal burned through her inhibitions.
'What?' Narcissa panicked and when she looked at Rigel, taking a step back in case he planned to do something, a shiver went through her core as he whispered something to the door.
"Sssshhh SSShhhhSShhh~" Rigel whispered and she could sense the mana in the room shift, the wards on the door tightened and she could feel an additional layer of ward cover the room.
As Narcissa was a lot more attuned to mana, she was aware of the way the ambient mana moved toward him, blanketing him as it interacted with his skin and his surroundings. His eyes glittered slightly as he walked back toward her.
"Why don't you put your wand away Lady Malfoy, unfortunately, we don't have much time for pleasantries," Rigel spoke as he walked back in front of her. He looked completely afraid of her and since Narcissa was aware of his impressive Occlumency shields she was inclined to believe his bluff.
'I don't think Imperious curse or a Comfounding Charm would do anything to him,' Narcissa thought frustrated. The boy in front of her was a complete mystery, he grew up in an Orphanage that much she had already confirmed, the caretaker had years worth of memories of him living in that wretched place.
'But how does he know about all this magic, how can he become so familiar in just 2 months? And even on the very first day he always was in control of his actions, a little naive, true but in control of the information he had at that time...' Narcissa's thoughts were stuck on an endless track as she tried to analyze Rigel's actions. All this worked in tandem with another part of her mind as at the same time she conversed with Rigel.
"Certainly," Narcissa spoke, she kept her arousal at bay which was quite hard but Occlumency helped a lot. Though judging by the light pink coloring of her cheeks she wasn't entirely successful.
'It wasn't a spell because I didn't sense him preparing any mana, neither was it any artifact. It was my own mana that reacted to his touch.' Narcissa concluded, her hands caressed her abdomen and she could still feel the heat that was burning through her.
"So what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your beautiful... face." Rigel finished the statement although Narcissa could see his eyes were entirely trained on the boob window of her dress.
'Tch- Men are such simple creatures,' Narcissa thought as she leaned forward, she took a deep breath and watched as Rigel's gaze was entirely focused on her expanding breasts.
"I want to know from where did you get all that information that you fed Rita?" Narcissa questioned.
She watched as Rigel turned to look at her in the eye, his gaze seemingly dismissing her figure once she spoke about something important. She bristled slightly at being ignored but she still focused on his words, "Whatever do you mean?"
"Huff~" Narcissa huffed as she folded her hands under her chest, lifting her already impressive boobs further enhancing the view.
"Don't play games, we don't have time for this. I'm not asking for much, and we both know someone told you about all the links." Narcissa probed. She painted a picture as she focused on Rigel's face, attempting to see how he would react and from the way he twitched she could tell her theory was wrong.
'How is this possible then, a Journal?' Narcissa thought.
"No one did, it was quite easy to see the links. And to be honest, Rita dug all that out in a day, I didn't have to do much. Though I admit that I got most of the information from a little book I read..." Rigel shrugged giving Narcissa the answer more or less.
'So a diary or a Journal... likely kept by one of the Blacks.' Narcissa concluded. She frowned as the worst outcome was confirmed. She could tell that Rigel wasn't lying based on the way his mana didn't react, all of this was something that someone in the Black Family had already researched.
'That means it is most likely true...' Narcissa thought. She focused on Rigel as he stood in front of him, her eyes roaming across his face as she finally settled into looking into his eyes. At the very least she couldn't see any signs of madness in them, the likes of which she saw in her Mother and father's eyes.
'It's not like I have any other options,' Narcissa thought. Though she was not entirely ready to give up just yet. She took a couple of steps closer to Rigel, their chest touching as she leaned into him and whispered into his ears, "I know you think you won by driving Draco away from Hogwarts, but the Malfoys have a plan to send you to Azkaban before the winter solstice."
She could feel him freeze at her words. With a smile on her face, she wrapped her hands around his neck and lightly caressed his hair, "We could team up, you could cancel my marriage contract with the Malfoys in exchange for some money and transfer control of the vaults to me and you won't lose control of your own future. Being locked in a cell would not do your pretty face any favors..."
After whispering her offer she leaned back and looked into Rigel's incredulous eyes, he was looking at her in shock, something which she was not expecting. His hands gripped her waist tightly and the same shock went through her, she bit her lips as she stopped herself from moaning as Rigel turned her around and pushed her away.
"You fucking planted the Diary on somebody?"
The question stopped whatever arousal she was feeling as her face showed a look of shock.
'How does he know about the diary?' Narcissa thought but Rigel immediately looked away from her as he started pacing. The thought of fucking Narcissa was long gone as another variable was thrust into his first year at Hogwarts.
'You're telling me the plot of the first, the second, and the third book are happening simultaneously???' Rigel screamed in his mind as he began pacing. This was going to be a drag to figure out.
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{Rigel's room, Slytherin Dorm, Hogwarts}
{4th Sep 1991}
{3rd Person POV}
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'You're telling me the plot of the first, the second, and the third book are happening simultaneously???' Rigel screamed in his thoughts as he walked back and forth, his mind going through the possible changes that could happen.
'I'm nowhere near ready to deal with the Basilisk... what even was its weakness, the rooster's crowing? And I'm supposed to fight it?' Rigel thought. The odd confidence that she had and Narcissa's plan slowly made sense to him, during the first day Draco was provoking him without any reason.
'His aim would likely be to drag me into a duel where he could use the snake summoning charm forcing me to reveal that I'm a Parselmouth, since outside intervention would make it seem like I lost...' Rigel thought, the liner progression of that story would end with him getting labeled as the heir of Slytherin and when the first student dies or gets petrified, he would be hauled off to Azkaban because the Malfoy family would already have trashed his reputation with the attacks on the Daily Prophet and made it seem like he's the next Dark Lord.
'Still, it is a little early, and it's a good thing that I caught on to the plan. I haven't heard any whispers from behind the walls so whoever has the diary hasn't started yet... I need to have a conversation with Myrtle and ask for her help...' Rigel finished his short Plan B, though right now he had a unique opportunity to deal with this situation.
He turned to Narcissa and looked into her eyes, the expression of shock that she had initially displayed was gone, hidden behind an impassive face.
"Who did you give the diary to?" Rigel asked. Her face twitched but she showed him a believable confused look.
"What diary? Don't change the topic I'm talking to you about a deal to avoid Azkaban." Narcissa spoke as she slowly stood up. When Rigel had pushed her away moments ago, she had landed on his bed.
"You can go if you want to play games, I don't have time for this shit," Rigel spoke as he shrugged. The thoughts of fucking the MILF went out of the window at the revelation of the diary.
"~Mischefss Managedsss~" Rigel whispered in Parseltongue and the door opened. His blunt refusal changed her attitude as she looked at the door and then turned to him.
"How do you know about the Diary?" Narcissa asked, her stance was a little guarded now, the conversation was totally going in the unplanned territory. By Rigel's actions, she was sure he knew about the dark artifact.
"Of course, I know about the fucking Diary, Voldemort gave it to Lucius for safekeeping, the same way he gave a locket to my father." Rigel twisted the story a little, "What I don't understand is, what were you two thinking, the Diary is the key to opening the Chamber of Secrets that Slytherin himself left behind, and you two simply gave it away? To whom?" His statements were mixed with Half-truths but he didn't lie and Narcissa seemed to believe him.
Her eyes went unfocused for a bit before she looked at Rigel. The mysteries surrounding the boy were increasing but it didn't help her case, Lucius had dealt with the Diary by himself and hadn't told her anything in the name of plausible deniability.
'That doesn't explain everything though if the Dark Lord gave another item to Regulus for safekeeping, that means he shouldn't know about the Diary, the same way Lucius doesn't know about the Locket.' Narcissa thought, although she could tell that Rigel wasn't lying but that also meant he wasn't telling her the whole truth.
'I get everything but the genuine fear that he felt doesn't make sense, he doesn't know the horror of Azkaban to show that genuine emotion...' Narcissa continued her analysis. The mana sense didn't make her an empath but she could feel strong emotions somewhat in a crocked sense of way. Mana reacts to strong emotions so she can sometimes deduce basic emotions like anger happiness satisfaction and fear.
"How do you know that the Diary is connected to the Chamber of Secrets," Narcissa spoke, her question was aimed at the crux of knowledge that he should in no way have. Rigel looked at her and ignored her question, he started walking again and started speaking about something completely different.
"I know you would fight back but I never realized you would do something that's just dumb... Do you both husband and wife think that the Dark Lord is dead, that you could just throw away the diary he specifically mentioned to never reveal to anyone?" Rigel's question was sharp and for a moment color left Narcissa's face.
Her mouth opened but no words came out as the scenario began to sink in, she then shook her head and retorted, "The Dark Lord died that night."
"Really, are you really really sure, that Dark Lord didn't have some escape plan when he went to attack the Potters? Then how about the Dark Mark, is the squiggly tattoo on your husband's arm gone? Is he free from the mark of Slavery?" Rigel retorted right back. He knew Narcissa didn't have answers to his questions because of what limited foreknowledge he had left. With the way things are changing, he wasn't sure how long this advantage would last.
"I don't really care about any deal you speak of, as far as I can see your plan would never work. You know that the Diary could bring destruction inside Hogwarts but you don't know what creature resides inside the chamber, once I gather some evidence I can simply absolve myself of any involvement with the attacks." Rigel shrugged it would be pretty easy since he knew he had an eavesdropper on this very conversation.
"You can go, I don't really think you have anything to offer." Rigel pointed at the door and waited. He was waiting for Naricssa to offer the information about who they planted the Diary on, and then they could begin negotiating, but the blond witch simply picked up the invisibility cloak, draped it on herself, and walked out of the room.
~Thud~
With a soft thud, the door slammed shut, and he turned to look at the wardrobe. Rita walked out of the door with her eyes wide, the question that was on the tip of her tongue was blurted out, "The Dark Lord is alive?"
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