Harry Potter and the sisters black chapter 6

Just over a week later, Harry’s looking out the window at #4 with a slight smile on his face. His mind drifts back to the roller coaster the last week had been.

He chuckles as he replays the scene with Bella and Cissa after they got back from their little tryst at Malfoy Manor.


Cissa walks into the room with a smug grin on her beautiful face and Bella pulls the ledger from her pocket.

Harry pats down his pockets for a moment before cursing, “Cissa dear, would you pop over to #12 and pick up the books I’d pulled in the library.”

Cissa grins pleasantly before she reaches into her pocket and pulls out two things the size of a deck of playing cards. She produces her wand and casts the spell to expand the objects back to their original size.

Harry grins as he sees that Cissa picked up the books he’d pulled. “Thank you Cissa dear,” Harry says before giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

Cissa blushes as Bella pulls the ledger from her pocket and expands it. The two women go to work reviewing the ledge while Harry picks up Walking the Line. Harry goes over to his desk and starts to read while his ladies go about their set task.

The book, Harry discovers, is less on actual spell casting and more about redefining the line between Light and Dark magic. The author challenges the views on many spells, including the Unforgivables. Harry notes some of the arguments hold some validity, such as using the Imperious on an attacker during a hostage situation, while others a bit of a stretch, like using the AK to stop a rampaging magical creature. Still on the whole, the author makes more valid points than Harry’s comfortable admitting, such as using Crucio when trying to apprehend a target who’s got a strong Shield Charm in place without killing said target.

Harry’s about half way through the book when he makes the decision to set it aside and digest what he’s already read. He looks up and sees that it’s almost time to eat, so the three head down to the kitchen.


Harry shakes his head as he forces his mind away from the other book for the moment.

Instead, he shakes his head as he lets his mind drift to the series of incidents that happened during supper that night.


As Harry leads the procession in, Petunia gives him a very pleasant smile. Harry smiles and nods in response as he goes over and sits down at the table while Bella sets the table and Cissa makes a pot of tea.

During the course of the meal, Petunia gives Harry several apprising glances and Harry keeps switching his attention from his presently overly innocent ladies to his aunt.

Harry feels a petite foot rubbing against his ankle. As he looks at Bella and Cissa, they both just smile innocently as the foot makes its way up his leg at which point Harry bats the foot away with his leg. At the round table, Bella is sitting directly to Harry’s left with Cissa sitting opposite her while Petunia is looking directly at her nephew. As Harry looks around the table, he can see his aunt blushing mildly. Harry asks, “Can I help you with something aunt Petunia?”

Petunia clears her throat and says, “Not at the moment Harry dear, thank you though.”

Harry looks suspiciously at the three women sharing the table with him. “Cissa honey, would you mind telling me what’s going on?”

Cissa opens her mouth to deny that anything’s going on but then her master locks gazes with her and his eyes bore into her mind. Despite her intentions, Cissa says, “Master, I’m sorry, but your aunt enjoyed our time together and asked for another session. I knew of your fantasy from a few days ago so I struck a deal with her. If she helped to bring your fantasy to life, I’d do whatever it took to arrange another session.”

Harry can feel the rage welling up inside but he swallows the angry words as he sees his aunts expression. The woman looks to be close to tears and humiliation is etched on every line of her face.

Harry holds up one finger as his aunt begins to open her mouth. “Narcissa, I’m very upset with you. You went behind my back to arrange a scene that had no chance of coming to pass. Go up to our room and wait for me, I’ll be up eventually.”

Both Bella and Cissa silently get up from the table and walk out of the room.

“Now Aunt Petunia, first off, I’m not mad at you, I just wish to know why you went along with this.”

“I’m so sorry, but I was desperate. I’ve been without any form of companionship since before Dudley was born. I was willing to do whatever it took.”

Harry closes his eyes as he fights to retain his composure. “What *exactly* was the deal you made with Cissa?”

“If I’d let you sleep with me, she’d see to any further issues I had during the rest of your time here.”

Harry shakes his head as he massages his temples, “I’ll talk with Cissa and see what I can do. In the interim I would appreciate it if you would curtail your attempts to seduce me.”

“Very well Harry. Might I ask what you’re going to do to the ladies?”

“Honestly I don’t know. I’ll try to do something to help you, but beyond that, I don’t know.”

Petunia nods her head as Harry stands up and walks up to his room.

In his room, Harry finds Cissa stripped naked and hanging from the shackles on the ceiling while Bella kneels next to her dressed in the maids outfit with her head on the floor.

Harry quickly closes the door, “Bella dear, please release Cissa.”

Moments later, Cissa is kneeling next to her sister, head on the floor and her arse high in the air.

“Stand up Narcissa.”

The blonde jumps to her feet and stands with her feet shoulder width apart, her arms clasped behind her back, her chest pushed out and her head down, studying her feet.

“Now Narcissa, I’m extremely upset with you. I want to punish you very severely but I don’t think I could come up with anything sufficient to the task so, I’m asking you. What shall your punishment be?”

Cissa looks up and swallows hard, “Might I ask how badly I’ve offended you master?”

Harry locks eyes with her and she almost takes a step backwards, “I’m very angry with you Cissa.”

Swallowing again, Cissa responds, “May I have a minute to consider master?”

“You may.”

Cissa’s mind races, her loyalty to Harry and the drive to follow his orders wars with her natural desire to avoid pain. Through it all though, the plan that she and her sister had worked out is foremost on her mind. Finally she says, “There are a couple of items I would like to retrieve so we can begin my punishment, it that is permissible master.”

Harry nods and Cissa quickly goes and retrieves the box she acquired during their trip to the Alley. Out of the box, Cissa pulls a strange looking device. It’s about eight inches long; it comes to a point at the end but swells towards the bottom, before pinching off just above the base, which is a flat plastic disk. Next, she pulls out a long silvery cylinder. Finally, Cissa goes over and grabs the strap before returning to her place in front of her master.

She takes the cone in hand, “Do you know what this is master?”

“Not really Cissa.”

“This is what’s referred to as a butt plug. It’s normally used to loosen a person up for sodomization. This one is special though. Please tap it with your wand.”

Curious, Harry complies and the plug glows a soft red for a moment.

Cissa hands the plug to Harry before she turns around and bends over, “Would you please push the plug into my arse master?”

Hesitantly, Harry sheathes his wand and steps behind Cissa. With one hand, he parts her taut asscheeks then he slowly pushes the plastic plug into her, eliciting a prolonged moan. When the plug is all the way in, the base glows a soft yellow.

Cissa slowly straitens up, before she turns around and drops to her knees. After placing a kiss on each of her master’s feet, Cissa looks up at Harry and says, “Thank you master, the plug is spelled now so that it can only be removed by your expressed consent.” Harry blushes slightly as Cissa continues, “I’m afraid I’ll need my sisters’ help for the next part of my punishment master.”

Harry nods at Bella who stands up.

“Sister dear, I need you to lie on the bed face up and naked.”

Grinning evilly, Bella quickly has the uniform on the floor and is lying on the bed with her legs spread wide.

Handing the strap to her master, Cissa bends over the foot of the bed and Bella moves down so that Cissa head is between her legs.

“The second part of my punishment is that I have to eat out my sister while you deliver fifty blows to my arse.”

Harry shudders for a moment before he says, “Cissa dear, if you can make your sister orgasm before I finish your punishment you can give her ten blows to her cunt, but if she doesn’t come, then she gets to give you those ten blows.”

Both of the women shiver from the thickness of Harry’s voice.

Cissa takes the silver cylinder in hand and presses her finger against the bottom and it starts to shake. Cissa slowly pushes it into Bella as Harry brings the first blow down on her arse.

The crack and splotch of red rewards Harry’s effort, along with a small yelp from Cissa. Harry repeats this forty-nine more times, each time Cissa screams a little louder. Just as the final blow lands though, Bella screams out as she comes. Cissa’s ass is bright red as she turns around and looks at their master, “Who wins master?”

Harry smiles benignly as he hands the strap to Cissa. Bella screams when the belt comes down between her legs and her voice is hoarse when Cissa is done.

“Bella dear, can you stand up?”

Her legs are a bit unsteady as she stands up and goes over to beside her master.

Harry takes the strap from Cissa and hands it to Bella, “Now Cissa dear, switch spots with your sister.”

Cissa gulps as she positions herself on the bed with her legs spread wide.

“Bella hon, you may start when ever you’re ready.”

Grinning, Bella brings the strap down as hard as she can on her sister’s waiting cunt. When she’s done, Cissa has almost lost her voice.


Harry shakes his head once more, still unsure what prompted him to set the sisters against one another then to punish them both. Still, Aunt Petunia was in a better mood since Harry told Cissa to act as though Petunia had made good on their deal.

Scratching his head, Harry contemplates Cissa’s butt plug, over a week later, she still insisted on wearing the thing; asking permission before using the lavatory and replacing it as soon as she is done.

Harry goes over to his desk and sits down before his mind takes him down another path, the trip to Gringotts and what happened afterwards.


When the appointed day arrived, Tonks, Harry and the Black sisters are waiting in Harry’s room, at exactly 9:55 a nondescript owl flies into the room and lands in front of Harry. When Harry removes the letter and opens it, he finds only a time written, 9:59.

“Every one wands out then grab on, this should activate in a few minutes.”

However, as soon as everyone is touching the letter, the portkey activates.

Moments later, they arrive and manage to keep their feet as they scan the room.

Rupert is sitting behind his desk, looking completely nonchalant, as though people arrive in his office all the time prepared for a fight.

“Ah, Mr. Potter, a little early, but that’s quite alright, if you and your companions would please lower your wands we may begin.”

“I’m sorry Rupert, but there are people who wish me dead, so I’m getting a little paranoid,” that said, Harry cast Finite on Rupert. When nothing happens, Harry puts his wand away and the other follow suit.

“Before you apologize, Mr. Potter, let me say there is no need to. As you stated, there are a great many people who wish you dead and I’d be a great deal more concerned if you hadn’t taken to practicing rudimentary protective measures.”

Harry nods at he sit down in one of the chairs, “If that is you opinion Rupert, I’ll honor it. Now down to the business at hand.”

Rupert grins, “Straight to business, my kind of wizard. Very well Mr. Potter, there are several thing we need to discuss. First is your parents Will. After that, we will need to discuss the future of both Estates.

“In regards to the Potter Will, you gain an overall net worth of approximately 75%. The amount in gold monies is slightly less than that, but the properties, pieces of art, magical artifacts, investments, and other items more than balance that out. Do you have any questions at this point?”

“Yes sir, what sort of investments?”

Grinning, Rupert says, “A wide variety of magical companies, but I’d prefer to hold off on this until we finish with the rest of the items if you don’t mind sir.”

“Not at all Rupert, at you pleasure then sir.”

“Thank you Mr. Potter, now there’s the title to deal with. As your assistants may have noted, the patriarch of the Black family will receive the title of Baron Black. However, the Potter family line was much more dominant in olden times and received the title of Duke to their credit. Do you have a preference as to which title you wish to use?”

Harry looks at Narcissa, “Suggestions my dear?”

“Duke is of higher stature master, so I would naturally recommend that you assume that title, also, it is the one that comes to you via direct bloodline.”

Harry nods his head and turns back towards the goblin sitting across from him. “Duke it will be sir.”

“Very good Mr. Potter; now on to the issue of the monies and investments, you have a goodly deal of investments in both companies and rental properties.” He snaps his fingers and a tome appears on the desk in front of Harry, “This, sir, is a complete compilation of both the Black and Potter Estates, as of today; including price quotes for the stocks available for public sale. Now Mr. Potter, I would advise you to have your assistants review the entirety of the contents before making any suggestions, but I would recommend a 20% increase in property investments and no less than a 50% increase in other forms of investments. Gringotts offers excellent rates of return on Certificates of Deposited and the Ministry is currently debating whether or not they wish to issue War Bonds at the present time.”

Harry nods as Cissa picks up the book and puts it into her robes. “I’ll consider it and get back to you within a weeks time.”

“Very good Mr. Potter, I do believe that that should conclude our meeting for today. I was the personal agent of Mr. Sirius Black before his demise and I hope that you will allow me to be your agent as well.”

Harry stands up and extends his hand to Rupert who quickly scrambles up and takes it with a perplexed look on his face.

Tonks says, “So Harry, back to your place?”

“Not yet Tonks, I need to do some shopping first. I was so furious with Albus last time we were here I completely forgot.”

Tonks shuffles on her feet for a moment before agreeing; after carefully weighing her chances of taking the other three and concluding she hasn’t a chance.

Harry tells Tonks what he’s looking for and the young Auror blanches, before leading the group out the bank and through several different stores. As the trip progresses, Harry spends his money fairly freely, getting new wardrobes for the sisters as well as himself and insisting that Tonks pick out a few items for herself, in addition to picking up a target dummy, designed to be almost indestructible but also mimics spell effects. Harry also places a hold on a set of dueling dummies, like the target dummy, but mobile. Also, he picks up special Auror wand sheathes, spelled to shoot a wand into the users hand with a sharp jerk of the arm.

Finally, the quartet returns to #4.


Harry still can’t believe he’s actual nobility. Oh Merlin, the number he could do on Vernon now. Child abuse and neglect was bad enough, but for the target of that abuse to be a ducal heir.

But Harry knows he would never do that; his aunt might get caught in the backlash, and that was to be avoided if at all possible.

With a small chuckle, Harry casts his mind to the night of the Order meeting, and the many revelations that came about as a result.


The night of the meeting of the Order of the Phoenix had come and the trio had discussed how they were to respond to various situations, include Ron and Snivilus.

They hear a soft pop in the hall outside the door moments before there’s knock on the door and they hear Tonks ask for permission to enter the room.

Bella goes over and opens the door to admit her niece who is promptly hit by three Finite’s.

Tonks doesn’t even bat an eye as the spells connect with her. Nodding to her aunt, she says, “Wotcher Harry, ready to head out?” Tonks walks over and pulls out another length of silk robe.

Harry grabs a hold of it while the other three Disapparate. All of them arrive at the entry hall of #12 at the same time.

Their arrival is heralded by a male shout and a female squeal.

Harry looks towards the kitchen and sees Hermione and a fuming Ron. Before he can say a word, Ron comes storming over to Harry followed by Hermione.

Hermione shrieks, “Harry how could you? Enslaving those poor women, I expected better of you!”

Simultaneously, Ron yells out, “You bastard, you get every fucking thing you want.”

However, when Ron pulls up his fist to punch Harry, four spells fly over Harry’s shoulders and hit Ron.

Hermione shrieks again and all the commotion seems to have woken up Mrs. Black.


As the ruckus reaches a crescendo, Harry bellows, “EVERYONE, ENOUGH!” The very foundation of the house seems to shake from Harry’s words.

Everyone stops and stares at Harry, who now has his wand out. First, he turns towards Mrs. Black. “You stupid hag, your only remaining son is dead and you still rant and rave. Winky, Dobby,” the two house elves appear instantly. “If that portrait doesn’t release its self from the wall, you are to pull it down and burn it. If it comes down willingly, find someplace appropriate to its status to hang it.”

Next he looks at Bella, “Put your wand away and go see about refreshments and if Albus is here yet.”

Finally, the young man’s attention is drawn to Hermione, “Mione, would you be willing to listen to my side of the story before condemning me?”

Hermione is blushing profusely even before Harry’s words, but she does nod her consent.

When Harry turns towards the stairs, he sees what’s become of Ron. The sisters seem to have followed the plan, except Harry is curious as to what the extra spell was.

Ron is currently naked, plastered and stuck to the entryway hall.

As Harry leads the way up the stairs, Bella sets about her appointed task. Hermione is silent as she follows Harry to the library.

Harry takes his normal seat while Narcissa takes up her normal place at Harry’s right side and Hermione sits down across from him.

“Now Harry, please explain to me what happened.”

“I was taking a run at Privet Drive when I heard a commotion in the alleyway. I didn’t know what to make of it, so I went to check it out. My hand was on my wand and I was positive there would be a guard from the Order not far behind me. Once I was completely in the alley, I heard someone cast a stunner behind me. There was no where for me to dodge to and it hit me. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in some cell. Peter comes in and gives me a piece of parchment with a spell written on it and then leaves. As soon as I’ve read the spell, it bursts into flames and I pass out again. Next time I wake up, I’m naked and bound to the cot. Bella and Cissa come in and strip down, telling me that they want the honor of being able to say they shagged the Boy-Who-Lived before he died. I’ll skip the details, but suffice it to say, during the act, I could feel my magic building up. I didn’t have any other spell in my armory that could get the job done completely. The stunner and AK would have incapacitated the women, but I still would have been bound to the bed. An Alohomora could have gotten me free of the chains, but I still would have been in a sealed room with too very powerful witches and I was without my wand. So, I had no choice but to believe what Peter said when he dropped off the spell, that this was his way of saving my life. I cast the spell, not knowing what it would do and then I passed out. When I came too, the sisters were suddenly a great deal more cooperative. They released me from the chains and then, went to get my wand because I asked them too. Peter was just outside the door, I’d be willing to swear he was waiting for us; but anyways, he handed over my wand, transformed, and scurried off. Cissa made a portkey to bring us here, where we notified Professor Dumbledore of what happened. Since then, I’ve just been trying to keep up with everything that’s happened as of late.”

By the time Harry is done, Hermione’s white as a sheet.

“So you mean to say Harry, is that you honestly didn’t know what the spell would do?”

“No I didn’t.”

She’s up and on Harry before he can blink and he’s the victim of one of Hermione’s infamous crushing hugs.

“I’m so sorry Harry; I shouldn’t have said what I did to you.”

As Hermione lets Harry go, Bella walks into the room carrying a tray with a teapot on it, “I’m sorry master, but Albus isn’t here yet.”

“That’s alright Bella, but please close the door.”

As Bella complies Harry signals both of the sisters to move in front of him, “Now ladies, I have a simple question, who cast the extra spell?”

Bella is blushing and looking down at her feet as she hesitantly raises her hand.

“Alright Beatrix, what spell did you use?”

Bella’s voice is disheartened as she says, “A shrinking charm master.”

Harry arches his eyebrow as Bella looks up at him, “A shrinking charm?”

Swallowing loudly, Bella says, “Yes master a shrinking charm, one that was aimed at his genitalia.”

Harry’s expression is stuck between a laugh and a wince as he says, “Bella, I’ve got to punish you for disobeying me, but under the circumstances it’ll be a very light punishment.” Harry then turns to Hermione, “Mione, you’re welcome to stick around if you like, or I can send one of the ladies for you when I’m done with Bella’s punishment.”

Blushing, Hermione says, “I’ll stay, I want to see how much you’ve changed.”

Harry shifts his ...

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