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Chapter 10: Chapter 09 - The Young Heir of House Black

Few were the expectations that Narcissa held for the roles she would play in life, and certainly being a tutor was not among them, especially for a cousin who until recently didn't even exist. However, she accepted the responsibility of instructing the boy with an unusual pleasure, observing her husband's expression of anger upon learning of the boy's existence, making the remaining days of the year considerably more enjoyable.

Although she certainly did not show this happiness while savoring a delicious piece of chocolate cake, delighting in watching her husband's fit of rage, breaking all the fine oriental porcelain in the mansion.

Definitely, she wasn't happy to see her husband's misery... what a terrible wife she was...

However, she was filled with curiosity regarding this newly appeared cousin, the same one who had thwarted all the plans of her simple-minded husband. The letter she received from her great-uncle, although containing basic information about the boy, left much to be desired in terms of details. The old patriarch carefully concealed important details about the young man in the skillfully written nuances of the letter.

This indicated that Arcturus Black was assigning significant importance to the boy, which further heightened Narcissa's curiosity. The man was not someone who easily attached himself to mediocre individuals.

As the tutor appointed by Arcturus for the boy, it was evident that she was summoned to shape him into a true Black in every aspect. Her cousin had spent nine years in a Muggle orphanage, and thus, Narcissa anticipated encountering an individual lacking manners, awkward, and with little courage to meet others' gaze. Transforming the boy would undoubtedly be a challenging task, but she was determined to accomplish such a feat.

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Crossing the Secure Barrier that enveloped the entire mansion's territory, Narcissa gazed upon the imposing structure that had been her home for much of her life, her icy and cold blue eyes carrying a touch of nostalgia. 

She advanced on a black high heel along the stone path that meandered around the fountain, heading towards the majestic stairs that led to the massive oak doors. Intricately carved into the wood, the crest of House Black, a raven with red eyes and wings spread open, adorned the doors.

While ringing the doorbell, Narcissa allowed herself to reminisce about the days she had spent in this mansion. Although marked by the strictness of the rules, she learned that the best part of her life was living in this mansion with her sisters, cousins, uncles, and grandparents. A place where she was not seen as a monster in everyone's eyes.

Perhaps that's why her mother, Druella, and her aunt, Walburga, raised her and her sisters this way, forging strong women to survive in this world.

As she reflected on the dearest memories flooding her mind, Narcissa noticed that the door had swung open. A man, dressed in a black suit adorned with silver threads, stood before her. His nearly all-white hair displayed two black stripes on either side of his head, and his impeccably groomed beard followed the same pattern. Tall and broad-shouldered, he did not seem at all like an elderly man, despite having fought for a lengthy seventy years. His black eyes were as icy as one would expect from someone with a long history of battles.

Narcissa's cold countenance broke into a gentle smile as she looked at her great-uncle – Arcturus Black.

"Narcissa, it gladdens me to see you in good health," he said in his hoarse and serious voice, which seemed to soften as his eyes fell upon her. He extended his hand, displaying the Patriarch Black's ring. Narcissa bowed and gently kissed the ring, greeting one of the few remaining relatives still alive.

"The feeling is mutual, Grandfather," she replied, casting a kind glance at the man.

If anyone witnessed this moment, they would surely think they were under the influence of an illusion spell, for the cold and arrogant Narcissa Malfoy never smiled, not even to her own children.

"Come in, tea is served, we are just waiting for you," Arcturus Black said, making way and gesturing for her to enter.

"Thank you, Grandfather," expressed Narcissa, stepping into her childhood home.

The two walked through the slightly dim corridors in silence, not an uncomfortable silence, but rather one that invited tranquility.

Upon entering the dining room, Narcissa immediately noticed the absence of her aunt Walburga Black's Animated Portrait. Typically, it would be hanging on the wall facing the door, the first thing to be noticed upon entering the elegant dining hall. Though perplexed, she chose not to question it immediately.

Then, her eyes fell upon the child seated on the right side of the table, a chair traditionally occupied by the heir of House Black.

Looking at the child's appearance, she was genuinely surprised. She had expected to see a mannerless beggar, but what she was witnessing was a small and charming prince. He bore no resemblance to her cousin Regulus; the only similarity they shared was the hair, sleek and as black as a raven's feathers.

However, Narcissa noticed something crucial, something Arcturus had not mentioned in the letter he sent her. Staring into the child's red eyes, everything became clear to her. She understood why Arcturus wanted her as the boy's tutor, and comprehended the need for such confidentiality.

The boy would be of utmost importance in the future, a pillar that would sustain the entire British wizarding community. More precisely, he would be utilized as a weapon to deter enemies within and outside of Britain. Simply by his existence, the whole of England would benefit internationally—no one would dare attack another country when there was a man who could literally command entire exercises of cursed spirits.

After all, the history books were there; it was not uncommon for one magical community to attack another. The entire world was a struggle for resources.

Excluding a few Noble Houses on Albus Dumbledore's side, all the other Noble Houses in England would easily bend their knees before him. They would finally have someone who could stand up against Albus Dumbledore in the Wizengamot, someone who would fight for their rights. 

Quite literally, he would be a king.

"Dear Grandfather, you truly know how to surprise a woman," Narcissa remarked, looking at the man's presumptuous face and speaking dryly. She knew he had done it on purpose, merely to embarrass her.

"Hahaha," Arcturus responded with a low, hearty laugh.

He looked at his grandniece and gestured for her to sit in the chair on the left, facing the boy. 

"Take a seat, let's talk over tea." 

Narcissa released a resigned sigh and gracefully sat in the chair, her cold eyes fixed on the boy. 

Translation by AI.

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Author's Thoughts: Narcissa finally made her appearance, and, to be honest, I really liked how I portrayed her.

Besides introducing Narcissa, I took the opportunity to present the idea of countries attacking each other for resources and emphasized Asterion's importance in the future of the wizarding world, something interesting that I've prepared for the future! I'm not sure if you would like something like that, but I'm very satisfied with what I've written so far! 

Buy a cookie for 1 dollar and take me to the dark side! 

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Chapter 11: Chapter 10 - Asterion And Narcissa

"So, does the boy have potential, Narcissa?" Arcturus asked, discreetly glancing at the nine-year-old boy.

Asterion heard the patriarch's words and raised an eyebrow in protest. In the man's description, he seemed insufferable, someone beyond redemption!

To express his dissatisfaction, he merely snorted loudly enough and remained silent, staring at Arcturus. In his mind, he was working tirelessly, devising a revenge plan that would give the old Black patriarch a heart attack!

Narcissa looked at the boy in front of her, from head to toe, pondered for a moment, and replied, "Yes, the boy sits upright and has very good posture; he just needs to learn how to behave like a noble. He drinks tea like a toothless horse."

Asterion, who was sipping his tea without caring about what they were saying about him, furrowed his brows in irritation. What was wrong with holding the cup without the support of the saucer?

"No rush, Narcissa. He'll learn eventually; you'll teach him well. I have confidence in that," Arcturus replied, sipping his tea in silence, enjoying the company of his great-grandson and niece.

Narcissa nodded and sipped her tea while her gaze remained fixed on the boy. She seemed to analyze every part of him, trying to uncover what was behind the cold and indifferent expression he reflected on his face—an expression familiar to a member of the Black family and quite renowned in the wizarding world.

Asterion attempted to mimic the way they held the cup and saucer. After confirming that his action was correct, he looked at Arcturus coldly, as if to say, "Look, I'm a genius!"

Arcturus generously ignored him with a bored look and continued with what he was doing—sipping his tea.

After Asterion's brief display of childishness, the three of them remained in silence. 

As Asterion observed his relatives—Arcturus, Narcissa, and himself—he noticed something interesting. It seemed that the facial paralysis appeared to be hereditary. The three members of the Black family at this table shared the same expression—cold and indifferent, as if nothing could shake them. 

Perhaps it was due to practicing the Simplified Inborn Technique?

Well, swallowing the dirtiest thing humanity has to offer daily does incredible things to someone's mind.

"What will be your first step, Narcissa?" Arcturus asked, placing the saucer and cup on the table.

After a brief moment of silence, she replied as she finished her tea, "Firstly, I'll take care of his clothes."

"What's wrong with the clothes I bought for him?" Arcturus frowned, looking at Narcissa.

"That's the point. You bought 18th-century clothes for Asterion," Narcissa spoke sarcastically, glancing at the relics that Arcturus called clothes on Asterion's body.

"They're elegant attire," Arcturus responded briefly, unconcerned about the sarcastic smile on his great-niece's lips.

Asterion wholeheartedly agreed with Narcissa; those clothes were not only too large but also challenging to put on. He needed help every time he attempted to wear those ancient pieces of clothing.

Arcturus ignored the uncultured individuals at the table who couldn't appreciate beautiful fabric even if they saw it in person.

"Come with me, Asterion," Narcissa stood up and called Asterion to leave the dining hall together. 

Asterion waved goodbye to Arcturus and followed Narcissa, a look of happiness reflecting in his beautiful red eyes. Finally, he would be free from those cursed medieval clothes.

He couldn't understand why he had to wear such attire while his great-grandfather sported an elegant suit blended with modern and Victorian styles.

'I bet one of my kidneys he wanted to embarrass me!'

"Where are we going?" Asterion asked, keeping pace with the relatively quick stride of the elegant woman.

"Your room, I have to transfigure your clothes into something decent," replied Narcissa, walking directly to the Black heir's room. The Heir's Room had always been the same, so she knew exactly where it was located.

Asterion just nodded and looked at Narcissa carefully. She was undeniably the most stunning woman he had ever seen in two lifetimes.

Narcissa was quite tall, standing at 185 cm, and with the elegant high heels she wore, she easily reached 190 cm. Her pale blonde hair was impeccably arranged in a bun, highlighting her refined and angular face, making her look beautiful but equally majestic. Narcissa's eyes were blue, a very light shade, akin to a frozen lake, as cold as the gaze she emanated. She wore a stylish, very modern black dress with an obvious Victorian flair; the black lace collar of the dress was high, covering a good portion of her slender neck.

The woman embodied elegance and power, far from the trophy wife portrayal often seen in movies.

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Upon entering his room, Narcissa looked around and displayed a satisfied expression. The room was impeccably clean and tidy, without a single speck of dust or clothes scattered on the floor. Even the items on the desk were perfectly arranged.

"Very nice, your entire room is neat and clean," Narcissa commented, praising the entire room.

"I'm not a pig to live in a pigsty," Asterion found it quite normal to have a clean and fresh environment; anything else would disrupt his sleep and activities.

"Believe me when I say most boys aren't like this, especially at Hogwarts. Imagine six thirteen-year-olds in one room," Narcissa said, walking towards the closet.

Asterion felt a shiver running down his spine at her words. The mere thought of six hormone-filled teenagers together in one room was the vision of an environment akin to hell for someone who loved cleanliness as he did.

"Don't worry, dear. Only Gryffindor and Hufflepuff have dormitories that crowded. Slytherin has individual rooms, and Ravenclaw has shared rooms with pairs," perhaps sensing Asterion's tension, Narcissa explained as she opened the closet doors.

Asterion sighed in relief at the explanation. He had promised himself that if that old, dirty hat dared to sort him into any house other than Slytherin, he would burn it without hesitation.

While Asterion was preoccupied with his future at Hogwarts, Narcissa examined all the clothes in the closet. She couldn't help but display a radiant look upon realizing that all the garments were enchanted through complex processes of alchemy and ancient runes.

Enchanted clothes were exceptionally expensive, not only due to the magical fabric but also the time-consuming and costly process of enchantments involving alchemy and ancient runes. While still residing in the Black Manor, all her clothes were enchanted. 

However, when she married Lucius Malfoy, that luxury disappeared. Despite the wealth of the Malfoy family, it wasn't as vast as one might imagine, particularly in the years after the war.

When the Malfoy family had to donate significant sums every year to maintain their status as leaders of the Pure-Blood Faction.

In ten years, she never wore another enchanted garment, only common magical fabric without protective effects, warmth and cold resistance, and self-cleaning. This made her realize how challenging life was for the less fortunate.

Asterion, noticing Narcissa's slightly envious gaze, nodded with great satisfaction. One of the reasons for choosing the Black family was its wealth. It was a family with a history spanning over a thousand years. Even though there were incompetent patriarchs, many intelligent individuals had accumulated vast wealth over these millennia.

Traduzir por IA.

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Author's Thoughts: I hope your weekend has been pleasant! 

Buy a cookie for $1 and take me to the dark side! 

Ko-fi.com/Asterionblack 

Gratify my ego by donating a dollar... Maybe I can post two chapters a day... >.>


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