Many rallied to help Hogwarts. Groups were forming to aid in the cleaning and reconstruction. They'd stay at the school for two days and then could return home.

Bellatrix did an amazing job in the Great Hall. Andromeda took charge of assisting Madame Pomfley.

However, Narcissa was the only one who decided to join Cassi in the library for the task.
She was focused on the restricted section. Taking advantage of Madame Prince's absence.

The bombing had brought down some beams, and now everything was completely dusty.

She may or may not have flicked through countless unnecessary books, using the excuse of being meticulous. But if anyone truly knew her, they'd realize she was using the opportunity to absorb knowledge about the dark arts.

Hands around her waist, snaking her body from behind, caught her off guard.
She leaned into the touch, melting completely.

"Do you need help, love?" Narcissa asked, almost purring.

Cassi smiled, tilting her head back on the shoulder of the older witch before turning her face and stealing a kiss.

Narcissa moaned contentedly, pulling her closer. Butterfly kisses were planted along the side of her neck.

"What are you up to?" she asked, observing the stack of books Cassiopeia was reading while cleaning.

"Nothing..." Cassi feigned innocence, looking at Narcissa with doe eyes.

"You don't fool me, baby," Narcissa laughed against her ear, nibbling the lobe with her teeth. "Naughty little witch, reading forbidden books when no one's looking." She clicked her tongue in mock disapproval.

Cassi laughed before responding, "Can you blame me? I saw you were reading too." She teased, raising an eyebrow.

Narcissa shook her head as she stepped back with a laugh and pointed a finger at her.

"I've got my eye on you."

Cassiopeia pretended to bite the finger in front of her before smiling and returning to cleaning the shelves with a cleaning spell.

She wasn't working as fast as she intended, constantly getting distracted by Narcissa's movements, wasting potentially vital minutes of work by gazing admirably at the woman.

Of course, Narcissa was always aware of the moments when the magic paused on the other side of the room, and her clear eyes evaluated every move. And there was no way she wasn't swaying her hips and leaning against the shelves more dramatically than necessary.

Clever witch. Cassiopeia wouldn't let it slide. She began to think of countless scenarios, not at all innocent, in which she kissed the older witch against every bookshelf in the library until both were breathless. Her sharp mind started designing ever more daring scenarios. Narcissa was now bent over one of the tables, and then she was leaning against a shelf, gripping her fingers against it as she precariously balanced on a ladder. Kneeling behind the back door, adoring the older woman as she deserved, her mouth making her scream through the hallways... And so it continued, each scenario growing bolder.

Long minutes passed until Narcissa finally broke.

She felt herself abruptly pushed against one of the more secluded shelves at the back of the library. Her body was turned unceremoniously to face the stormy eyes of Narcissa, and she innocently smiled at her lover.

"Any issue, mommy?" she asked with wide eyes, deceptively innocent.

Narcissa smirked before responding, closing in to speak softly directly into her ear. "I do love your naughty little mind."

Cassi took a deep breath, unsure if it was the sensation of lips lightly grazing her ear or the possessiveness in the tone that made her shiver.

"What are you trying to do Little Witch?," Narcissa questioned almost touching their lips together, brushing them teasingly "Sending me such bold thoughts... Is this what you want? Getting fucked against a wall books in a place where anyone could walk up and see you taking my fingers like a slut? "

"Yes, please" Cassiopeia gasped incoherently, briefly closing her eyes at the intensity of the shiver that went through her body, not making any attempt to deny it. After breakfast whatever sense of self-preservation she had went flying out the window faster than Harry could get into trouble.

"Little one..." Narcissa warned once more, a warning intonation. Her nails dug into the younger witch's hips and they were both breathing hard.

"That's what I want, the question is why the hell don't I have your fingers inside me yet?" Cassi answered again in a hurried manner, a cheeky smile on her face being erased for a few moments when the blonde's hand reached her cheek. But that only made her moan harder.

Heavens what is happening to me? I need her, I need her now, fast, hard.

Narcissa growled aggressively as she smacked her lips together in a hungry kiss. Her tongue fighting hers, hands gripping her thighs to part her legs and lodge between them, skirt higher inappropriately.

Cassiopeia tried to thrust her hips in search of friction. She couldn't reach anything to relieve her, but received a hard slap on her bare thigh.

"Don't make me punish you, doll," Narcissa threatened.

Cassiopeia lowered her head, pondering whether or not she would like a punishment.

"Oh dear... Don't test me" Narcissa whispered in an icy voice.

But her lips weren't moving.

Oh... She's in my head.

A predatory smile graced those luscious lips.

"If you want something so badly, love, why don't you just ask? " She questioned while smiling cruelly. That commanding tone she loves so much again in her voice.

Cassi took a deep breath to calm herself trying to find her center enough to form complete sentences. She was losing her mind, there was only this explanation.

Did someone use a love potion on her? That alone could explain how desperate he was to feel Narcissa close. She might as well suffocate me now, I'd appreciate it.

"Please" she sighed. "I want you . I want all of you in me. Please, please mommy" she begged in pleading, her head a little dizzy.

The older witch genuinely smiled at the desperate request. She put both arms around Cassiopeia's shoulders and kissed her deeply.

Her tongue demanding, dominating. Cassi melted against her, trembling with anticipation.

"Now you're ready, aren't you, love?" Narcissa cooed pushing the young witch's legs further apart, giving her room to navigate more easily.
Struggling to find the words again, she spread her legs as wide as she could with her skirt now bunched around her waist.

Narcissa ran her fingers over her clothed clit and unconcernedly just pushed her panties to the side on her way to push inside. She entered hard with two fingers moaning at the realization of how wet she was.

Cassi moaned deeply and leaned back into her hands, offering her hips more freely. She almost fell backwards when Narcissa added a third finger and started pushing faster inside her.

Back firmly against the bookcase as she braced herself not to fall, her arms around the older witch for support.

So good, so good, so good. Her fingers were always so good inside her.

The witch rested a thumb on her clit making cruelly slow circles as her fingers hit all the deliciously right spots of her pussy.

"Please mommy" Cassi begged with her eyes closed. "I need more"

Narcissa raised an eyebrow but pushed her onto her back causing her breasts to slam against the bookcase. In this position she could reach even deeper and ah-

It was marvelous

"You look beautiful, love," Narcissa said as she brutally pushed four of her fingers in and out. "Can you imagine if someone comes in here and sees you like this? Panting and taking my fingers like a good girl"

She moaned as Narcissa increased her pace and threw her head back into her shoulder. In moments, she was trembling on the verge of oblivion. She didn't know whether to be embarrassed or scream obscenely at the top of her lungs.

"Cassiopeia, don't you dare have an orgasm without permission," Narcissa hissed. She looked so menacing it only made her moan louder.

Narcissa smiled devilishly as she remarked conversationally "Ah yes... So desperate, almost catching my wrist. I'd like an enchanted handle right now. Fucking you against one of those tables seems highly appropriate." she laughed against her neck. "Maybe one day I'll transfigure my dick again and breed you properly. I'll fill you up until you're ready to remake the Black bloodline."

Cassiopeia hadn't expected to be so excited by this conversation. Her inner walls pressing impulsively against her fingers. She was freaking out, that's all.

The older woman groaned, "Oh yeah, that turns you on, love? Want to get mommy's dick inside you? Want me to give you my kids?"

"Mommy, please, I'm coming, please. May I come???" She screamed in panic, not knowing if she could take any more.

"Come" Narcissa whispered against her ear before grabbing her earlobe between her teeth. Her thumb making the last few circles on her clit as she came, screaming and crying out to Narcissa like a prayer.

Her chest heaved rapidly, her legs weak as she tried to catch her breath. Narcissa was holding her close, she could feel the older woman's heart beating rapidly in her back.

It made her melt even more. Both had synchronized beats.

Narcissa turned her around the waist slowly, a sinful smile on her lips as she brought her wet fingers to her lips and sucked one by one.

Cassiopeia moaned in surprise, her thighs contracting once more.

"Delicious love" Narcissa remarked in what was meant to be a casual way. But her voice dripped in a husky, deep tone.

"Blimey, I'm about to faint," she lamented, not understanding the buzzing in her ears. Her legs felt weak, and she clung to Narcissa to avoid falling.

"Well, what a spectacle," a voice came from behind them, and as she was facing away, she could only see the widened eyes of Narcissa. "You two have absolutely no shame, do you?"

Andromeda shook her head in disapproval, clicking her tongue and exited the library, muttering something like: "If Madame Prince saw these two hussies snogging amongst her precious books... A second war would begin."

By Merlin's beard!

(...)

The wizarding courtroom extended in perfect circularity, housing so many people that it resembled a spectacle rather than a trial. The dark walls proudly displayed the emblem of the Ministry of Magic. The air was thick with palpable tension, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness hanging over the attendees. The imposing figure of Kingsley Shackbolt stood in the center, his rigid posture and piercing gaze conveying unquestionable authority. He was the judge, the Interim Minister who would soon assume the position permanently.

The room was filled with aurors, prosecutors, and Ministry members, all dressed in robes divided between red and black, with very serious expressions. Whispering murmurs echoed like an incessant hum, while the chairs arranged in a semicircle accommodated the attendees, waiting for the trial to begin.

Today was a crucial day, marked by the presence of three of the most prominent and controversial wizarding families in the world.

Lucius, being the most notorious scoundrel in existence, had escaped thanks to his fortune and influence within the Ministry. Draco, Noctua, and Narcissa wouldn't be directly tried for similar reasons, but mainly for their crucial help in the outcome of the war, they only had to testify.

The revelations about Narcissa's actions regarding the Death Eaters and her title of "Devastating Shadow" had become public knowledge, plunging the wizarding community into a mix of astonishment and fear at the committed murders. The epithet "Ice Queen" associated with her took on new meaning. However, others were fascinated and awestruck, elevating her to the position of a heroine, especially when they learned that she boldly lied to Voldemort's face to protect Harry. Narcissa was undeniably the most powerful witch in England.

With the annulment of her marriage contract with Lucius and the formal courtship towards Cassiopeia, the newspapers went wild. Rita Skeeter, in particular, took on the task of inventing far-fetched stories about the origin of the romance, weaving absurd theories, even insinuating that Cassi had been Draco's girlfriend. Draco's own mother, in turn, broke his heart.

But the most absurd of her inventions was that Narcissa wanted to reclaim the Black fortune, and the easiest way to do that was by marrying the new head of the family.

Despicable woman.

Draco was horrified, and this led him to join forces with Hermione to conspire against Rita, with the two plotting ways to threaten and silence her once and for all. Gryffindor was more than willing to trap Rita in a glass jar again. Surprisingly, the two became friends.

Draco was currently dating Astoria Greenglass, and every time the girl spoke, he became silly and stumbled over his words. It would be cute if it weren't embarrassing.

(...)

But it was Bellatrix's trial that caused a true uproar. The courtroom was filled with reporters from the Daily Prophet, including Rita Skeeter. The woman was writing frantically with her quill, her mouth hanging open in an almost comical manner, capturing every detail with an almost morbid enthusiasm.

When it was Hermione's turn to testify, a tense silence filled the room with anticipation. All eyes turned to the young witch, who stood up with a determined expression and a firm posture.

"Are you Hermione Jean Granger?" Shackbolt's voice resonated through the walls.

"Yes."

"Are you a Muggle-born?"

"Yes."

"Do you confirm that on the 30th of March 1997, during the Easter holiday, you were tortured and assaulted by Bellatrix Lestrange at Malfoy Manor?"

"No."

Sighs echoed throughout the chamber. Ron stood up from his seat, his forehead furrowed as if Hermione had lost her mind. Even the current minister showed perplexity. He cleared his throat before asking, "Please explain."

"Harry, Ron, Dean Thomas, a goblin, and I were captured and taken to Malfoy Manor to be handed over to Voldemort. Narcissa Black received us, alongside Cassiopeia Gaunt Black. It was Cassie who took Harry's wand and immediately realized it wasn't his. They knew that, despite the deformations on Harry's face, it was us."

"Narcissa hesitated and called Draco Malfoy to identify us, but he and Cassie vehemently denied knowing us. Although it was an obvious lie, they continued to deny," Hermione paused, glancing at her friends with a smile.

"Bellatrix entered the room with the intention of delivering us to Voldemort. However, she changed her mind upon seeing the Sword of Gryffindor and backed down. She stated that everyone would die if Voldemort were summoned."

More sighs echoed through the room, everyone attentive to the account.

"Bellatrix suspected that I had broken into her vault at Gringotts."

At that moment, Hermione was interrupted by a fit of coughing from Emilia Bonnes.

"But you did break in, actually."

"Actually, not at that time," Hermione explained. "Bellatrix was agitated, but before she could harm me, Cassiopeia and Narcissa intervened. They talked and managed to persuade her to switch sides."

The courtroom fell into absolute silence, only the quills of Rita Skeeter and a few other journalists furiously scratching on parchment.

"Bellatrix agreed. However, we faced a dilemma: Harry had a mental connection with Voldemort, allowing their minds to intertwine. Something needed to be provided to Harry to work with. So, Narcissa Black projected false images and sounds into the minds of all non-Occlumens present, including Lucius Malfoy."

Ron, who was standing, grabbed onto his seat, falling awkwardly. His wide eyes reflected deep confusion, while Harry displayed a shocked expression, his jaw hanging dramatically.

"She provided me with information about her vault at Gringotts and gave a few strands of her own hair for the Polyjuice Potion. It was thanks to the actions of the Blacks that we were finally able to defeat Voldemort."

"But what about the Dark Mark?! She cut her arm!" Ron exclaimed from his seat, and everyone turned to him.

"Order!" Shackbolt's voice echoed as murmurs spread through the room.

"We certainly cannot forget that detail. We need to see the scar, Mrs. Granger."

"It's fake," Hermione dismissed, and numerous gasps filled the air.

She asked for permission to stand up and walked over to Cassiopeia, who was sitting between Andromeda and Narcissa, just behind Bella.

Hermione extended her arm, and Cassiopeia quickly dispelled the illusion spell. Then Hermione lifted her now smooth forearm, showing it all around.

The room fell into a deafening silence. Members of the tribunal debated heatedly among themselves. Shackbolt finally pounded the gavel, ending the session.

"Those in favor of Bellatrix Druella Black's innocence?"

Shackbolt himself raised his hand, and slowly a few others began to vote. Bellatrix appeared on the verge of tears as she realized that the majority had voted in favor.

"Esteemed members of the tribunal and citizens of the wizarding community,

Today, in light of the evidence and testimonies collected, it is abundantly clear that the Black family played a vital role in Voldemort's defeat. This tribunal has witnessed acts of exceptional bravery performed at the imminent risk of life, which significantly contributed to our victory over the darkness.

Bellatrix Black, in particular, will face the consequences of her actions. We recognize her sentencing for crimes committed against the wizarding society and Muggle-borns, although we have revised the extent of the punishment due to the exceptional circumstances in which her choices were made. However, it is imperative that Bellatrix be held accountable for her actions in the torture that resulted in the insanity of Alice and Frank Longbottom.

Therefore, I decree that Bellatrix Black must actively collaborate in the search and capture of Death Eaters who fled during the battle and will provide services to the wizarding community for their assistance as part of her rehabilitation."

(...)

As they were leaving the courtroom, a group formed around the Blacks. Cassiopeia was between Narcissa and Bellatrix, Andromeda on the other side holding Bella's hand as they tried to escape the barrage of questions. Things became quite chaotic, but thanks to Narcissa, the trio managed to break free.

The dinner that day was a celebration. Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa openly laughed, somewhat intoxicated, as they reminisced about their childhood. This melted Cassiopeia's heart far more than she had expected.

"Then Narcissa screamed and threw a tantrum until Daddy gave her the damn teddy bear she wanted so badly!" Bellatrix snorted in her story about a little blonde's indulgences.

"It wasn't quite like that!"