Conspiracy! Part-2 *Light NSFW*

{The Daily Prophet, Diagon Alley}

{3rd Sep 1991}

{3rd Person POV}

Narcissa burst through the doors and everyone scrambled to walk out of her way. No one dared to look into her eyes as everyone had a copy of the paper in their hands. Her eyes roamed slightly as her stoic face kept her irritation at bay. Rita's office was in one corner and it was quite secluded as she was one of the more famous journalists in Britain.

She pushed open the room and she noticed the utter lack of surprise on Rita's face as she closed the door behind her. That got her attention and she slightly shifted in her chair.

'So she was expecting Lucius as well, Why though?' Narcissa thought as she started waving her wand in a morphed star-shaped pattern before she pointed the wand at the door. Her senses revealed that the ward had been placed and once she was sure that no one would disturb them she walked over and removed her wizard robes. The Blue, deep V-neck dress would have made anyone's mouth water was revealed as she slowly placed the robe on the chair.

Her breasts strained against the confines of the straps as she leaned forward and asked, "What the fuck are you thinking reporting false information and accusing such preposterous things at me."

Rita could tell that Narcissa was angry but at the same time, she couldn't help but glance at Narcissa's big tits. She certainly was bigger than her and the casual way she leaned forward was supposed to intimidate her.

'Unfortunately for you my dear, we are not in school anymore. And from the way things are looking your leverage is slipping.' Rita thought. She glanced at her tits again and imagined how they would look as her mind went back to the events of last night. How Rigel had fucked her against her wardrobe and made her squirt over an unconscious Evelyn Rowle.

Shivers went down her spine as she thought about Narcissa's face and tits beneath her just watching her being fucked like never before. As her torturous arousal hammered on the walls of her reasoning.

Narcissa frowned as she looked at Rita's flushed state, she clearly wasn't embarrassed but Narcissa couldn't pinpoint what was up.

'Her mana is going haywire though? Is she under a confundus or something?' Narcissa thought as Rita snapped out of her daze and looked into her eyes. Rita's right hand slowly left her swollen cunt which she had been rubbing for the past hour hoping for a release.

"Narcissa..." Rita almost moaned her name out as her body was still at its peak, "What brings you to my office."

'Something is clearly wrong with her...' Narcissa thought as she held her wand ready for an unprovoked attack. The worst didn't happen though as Rita slowly came back from her lust high and her orgasm started fading away.

Her face morphed into a frown as she looked at Narcissa, her blush increased as she shrugged, "I didn't write anything wrong."

"You mean where you totally fabricated rumors about my family slowly killing off all the Blacks for their fame and fortune wasn't wrong?" Narcissa scowled as she glared at the blond witch.

"Deep down even you know it wasn't entirely wrong, that's why you are here alone aren't you, without Lucius," Rita spoke as the confident grace returned to her. She pointed her finger at the seat and spoke, "Now sit down If you want to talk, but just to make it clear I'm not going to take those articles back."

Narcissa huffed as she sat back down, her breasts jiggled and after watching them dance for a brief second Rita opened a drawer on her desk and started pulling out her notes. After getting most of the information from Rigel the rest of the story wrote itself.

"Pollux Black, died of unknown causes last year... Same with Cassiopeia, no known cause of her disappearance but her death according to the tapestry coincides with the timing of Draco turning 18... Walburga Black died in 1985, the cause of death is unknown. Orion Black died in 1979, same as every other case, the cause of death is unknown. Regulus Black died in 1979... Sirius Black incarnated for life. Bellatrix Black Incarcerated for life..." Rita continued to push files in front of her causing Narcissa to sink into her chair.

"Andromeda married a Muggle, blasted off the line of succession. That leaves the Black family with 3 of its last remaining branches. The first one and the closest to the claim is Rigel Black, son of Regulus Black and the legitimate heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. Secondly, it's Draco Malfoy, son of Narcissa Malfoy, who is in this race just because of a clause in the marriage contract. And third is Harry Potter, but his chances of getting access to that seat are next to zero unless both Rigel and Draco die..." Rita finished. She looked at Narcissa who was staring at her notes, her eyes lost in thought and she realized that Narcissa herself had not realized what was happening.

Rita controlled her surprise and she continued, "After the day your marriage contract was signed in 1972, 9 members of the House Black have died and 2 have been permanently incarcerated. Yet magically nothing happens to the one family who has gained the most visible trait of being a Black. The Tonks remain unharmed simply because they are not in line to inherit the seat..." Rita shrugged.

Narcissa held her chair tightly as unknown emotions went through her, she had been so preoccupied with her own dreams of gaining access to the massive generational wealth hidden in Black Family Vault that she totally didn't see anything. She carefully collected Rita's notes and began reading, each of the suspiciously unknown disappearances of her family painted a sinister picture...

Narcissa placed the notes down and looked at Rita, the blond was clearly enjoying her dismayed look so she put on a stoic mask again and asked, "So you have met Rigel while he was in Hogwarts... arrange a meeting for me."

Narcissa could not understand why a simple question prompted Rita to get a flushed expression but didn't ask. Right now she needed to understand what was happening, and how she was going to survive.

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{Azkaban, North Sea}

{3rd Sep 1991}

{3rd Person POV}

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"-mise you'll look aft-"

"-HAHAHahahahhaAHHAHAh"

"-mise you'll look after Harr-"

Sirius looked at the hazy skull floating in the air. The Dark Mark. The frenzied laughter. A shrill shriek. A collapsed house. Limp hand, blood dripping from the arm. Shaggy black hair hung loosely and his neck looked broken. A pair of Broken Glasses.

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Sirius felt himself shrivel up as he once again morphed back into a dog. As the warmth once again flooded into his body the dark images that haunt him drifted back into his mind. He shivered slightly as the dementors that were feasting on his memories returned. His gaze turned to the room as he found a couple of newspapers that had been shoved through to his cell.

'I can use those to keep me warm...' Sirius thought as he slowly wobbled over to the front of his cell. He grabbed the newspaper with his jaw and slowly retreated into his corner. Sirius didn't want to return to his human form to unravel the paper but his eyes caught himself screaming in the papers.

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AN - Snowballing