Chapter Six - Narcissa Black

I had spent a whole week with my new house elves to get them used to my presence and personality.

They were really fearful and very scared, always thinking of doing everything perfectly so that they wouldn't be punished or that I would release them if they didn't work hard.

Still, I tried hard to get them to start taking on a new attitude, more like their version of the League of Legends game. Even though I explained to each of them how they should act to give them an idea, it was still a challenge.

Little Lulu always tried to force a cheerful attitude, like a good innocent child, but as I had mentioned, she was not used to it and was very afraid that I would punish her for misbehaving. Even so, in the week she was with me, she began to accept little by little more affection and appreciation from me as she was not punished once, but was patted on the head by her master while he smiled at her. This made her cheerful and very happy inside, so much so that every time she went on an errand for her master, she would take off her big hat and wiggle her ears prettily waiting for her master to stroke her new long purple hair.

The medium Poppy was more confident and adapted a little faster to the attitude of the original Poppy, who was tenacious and brave like a warrior. Not that she had completed her change, but she was much better at adopting her new personality. She liked her master's kind and firm attitude. She had expected a lot of things from him, things she heard from other house elves about how their masters treated them, but not all of them were like that, her master was very nice, he was also strict and firm, but nice. That made her keep an appreciation in her heart and she vowed again to give her all to help her master.

The oldest Tristana was quite a surprise. She quickly lost her fear of me when she saw how I treated them and quickly took on an optimistic and determined attitude. She had heard a lot about other elves and how they were tortured and punished most of the time, but she was surprised when she received great appreciation from her master and when he thanked her when she did her job well. It was then that she fell into a great devotion to him and used all her efforts to adopt all her master's wishes and fulfill them to perfection.

On the other hand, Kreacher, or rather Kled. He was still the same as ever, though he seemed to have a rivalry with Tristana now, as they had some sort of hidden competition over who did the best job. Poppy simply scolded them for the fights and tried to remain dignified as her master had told her to be, while Lulu tried futilely to do something, but due to her new way of acting that her master had ordered her to do, it was useless as she was ignored.

I, on the other hand, was amused by this new mood in this silent and depressing mansion. Having these four little Yordles brought this place to life.

In the living room, I was sitting on the big black leather sofa while holding little Lulu on my lap and stroking her hair, she was inwardly at ease and very happy to be appreciated by her master, she was also very shy and nervous as she thought this was not something a house elf should experience.

As I did this, I watched as Kled and Tristana ferociously cleaned the house to earn my praise, while at the same time giving each other fierce looks. And Poppy was simply left out of this competition, cleaning at her own pace and finishing with a smile on her face as I patted her on the back with a congratulatory pat.

It was good to relax once in a while after working, studying, and training hard. I was also waiting for a special guest though, who I had arranged to meet, or rather, ordered to come to Black Manor today as I wanted to talk to her.

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Pov Narcissa

She prepared for her new day the 11th of September. Today she had an appointment with the current main heir to the ancient and noble House Black. She didn't know much to expect from the current heir after the death of her aunt Walburga Black, after all, someone in the sole care of Walburga Black would be a fanatical blood purist like Walburga, even if she died and only cared for him for 5 years, she knew of Walburga's frame and knew he would still be under the care of Walburga's ideals.

But still, she felt a strange feeling that it was not what she would expect. For some reason, her instinct told her that she wouldn't meet a replica of her aunt in the form of a child, and her instinct was never wrong, which was her feeling that she didn't know what to expect, not to mention the fact that her secret plans might not go the way she wanted, so she had to work carefully and be discreet unless everything took a 180-degree turn and she had to be blunt and go on the absolute offensive.

Her plans were necessary for her survival, not that she was being hunted or anything like that, but it was about surviving this torturous life she had been put into by her Aunt Walburga.

As the youngest daughter of the trio of sisters, she was the favorite and perfect child of the Black family. She still remembered her childhood and what her family was like, her almost extinct and broken family. She couldn't believe how one of the most honorable, ancient, and noble House Black had been reduced to just one last living relative with the Black name in her name without being tarnished and overshadowed by another surname.

As she recalled in the family biography, there were hundreds of Black members with the blessed lineage of being Metamorphmagus, but they were all dwindling and so were their members, suddenly, there hadn't been a Metamorphmagus born in over a century and when one was born, which was her half-blood niece, Nymphadora, she was just that, a half-blood, ironic to say the least.

Her Aunt Walburga had made plans for the Black name to spread again, but her time was short when she started. She planned for her nieces and children to marry other purebloods and have more children to carry the Black name in their name and bring them into the family, but the problem came when that damned half-blood showed up, and yes, she was talking about the ill-born Voldemort.

She wasn't afraid of his name like other pathetic inferiors who hid with their tails between their legs every time his name was mentioned as her pathetic, cowardly husband. And also, she knew perfectly well who the all-powerful Voldemort was. That half-blood was none other than Tom Marvolo Riddle, son of the Muggle Tom Riddle and Merope Gaunt.

How had she discovered that? Well, thanks to her cousin, Hadrius Black. When he had joined Voldemort with his older cousin, Regulus, Hadrius met Lady Samara Gaunt, who was known to have married, but outside of their relationship. She secretly researched them and learned that Samara was a twin after they were abandoned at the orphanage where Merope abandoned them. The matron at the orphanage had told her that she remembered those two children, but that the girl was adopted by Sorvolo Gaunt and thus separated them, so the whole puzzle was being solved.

Tom Riddle was Samara Gaunt's twin brother, which meant that Tom carried the Gaunt surname on his mother's side and, consequently, they were both the children of a pureblood and a muggle, and he knew that thanks to her cousin Regulus who left in the secret diary that he discovered from Hadrius who told him that his wife was Voldemort's twin sister after she took a blood test at Gringotts along with the letter to prove it.

And that meant a few things. The first was that all of his Death Eaters followers had been pathetically fooled by a half-blood. The second was that because of the war the half-blood caused, her family had been almost destroyed. And lastly, and most importantly, her cousin-nephew, Azrael Black, was Lord Voldemort's nephew, making him... the heir to Slytherin.