Paint it Black

by orphan_account

Summary:

In another world where circumstances lead to Sirius Black and Narcissa Black raising Harry. Oh and he has two titles and gains a third, looks like he'll need more wives! This is porn with a plot and just a male fantasy. Nothing written should be taken seriously or as a guide to conduct.

Notes:

Author’s Note and disclaimer: First of all, I down own, it’s JK Rawlings, this is just me playing with characters. This story is highly AU, many characters acting differently. It involves smut, some cousin incest and harem eventually, probably HP/GW/HG/NT? Also NL/HA, RW/LB, RL/OFC, SB/NM (Well, NB, as she doesn’t marry Malfoy in this story). I played with a lot of dates and ages, as well as playing with the Black family tree, so chill the fuck out. Narcissa is younger, born March 27th 1960 (bout 5 years younger than cannon) and Dora is quite a bit younger, in her fourth year during Harry’s first, so way too young for Lupin (don’t worry, he’ll have someone. I almost killed him but decided not to). Isuck at lemons, so if you are good at it and think you can fix my pathetic attempt at smut, them pm me and we’ll talk I would say the smut is somewhere between r and nc17. There is femslash and multi, no slash cause I don’t do that (nothing personal, I’m just not into that). Other canon notes: Reg never got the locket, he dies earlier and is mentioned in the first chapter. Other notes as they come, it’s AU, but not unrecognizable “they are all muggles and Harry is a duke and they are all in equestria” kind of AU. don't know when I'll post a next update, I'm writting a more respectable story on FFNet, but well, this bit of smut just fell out of my brain. Prologue very short, after than chapters are about 5k words.

Chapter 1: Proloue.

Narcissa Black stood on the platform and hugged her husband’s foster son as he said goodbye. A brief wave of sadness swept through her. Though she loved the boy as her own child and had raised him since he was only a year old, she once more dwelt on the bitterness that she would never have a child of her own. That sadness quickly turned to rage at the bastard responsible. Lucius Malfoy. Her rage was mixed with her satisfaction that that pompous ass was unable to produce a suitable heir himself. Rumors had reached her ears that the young Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius and Alecto Carrow, was attending Eton. It was also said that her brother, Amycus, may have actually done the deed. This was quite believable considering Lucius’s…preferences… Who knows, maybe Lucy was the father. He could have gotten it up inside her while being buggered, the three of them apparently got on quite well together.

Cissy was brought out of her brooding on injustices long done when her lover squeezed her hand. She realized that she must have missed his goodbyes to his foster son while dwelling on old wounds. She looked into his eyes, and Sirius looked back.

“I know Cissy, I want one of my own too…but well, we know that cannot be. At least we have Harry. God, I love that kid.

Cissy looked up at her husband and kissed him deeply. Harry, who was waving out the window, turned a bright shade of red and yelled at them to get a room.

“With you at school pup, we’ll have the whole house. We’ll wash your sheets before Christmas.” Sirius said with his eyes bright with laughter.

Cissy smacked him on the chest. “Don’t listen to him Harry, and write us often alright? Find Dora if you need any help, and remember, think Slytherin!”

“Don’t listen to her, Gryffindor all the way!” shouted Sirius as the train started pulling out the station.

“I might try for Ravenclaw just to keep peace in the house! I’ll write, bye!” Harry yelled as the train started making its way out of the station and picked up speed taking the closest thing either of them have ever, or will ever, have to a son away from them for a whole term.

Narcissa held Sirius’s hand as the two of them apparated to the place where their life together began, a life, much like the lives of all the Blacks, was shaped by blood, treachery and betrayal.