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Corpu Mutatio	By : Ninny Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13959 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Weeks went by quickly.
She wasn't too careful with how she spent her time. After disguising Hedwig, that is.
She and the vain owl had a row of sorts; Hedwig, understandably, didn't want to rationalize the idea of dyeing her feathers any other color, even if it was with a temporary charm. She was a beauty on wings and she demanded everyone else to acknowledge that fact, tarnishing her tuft with anything other than the sparkling snowy white of hers (unbeknownst to Delilah, and pretty much everyone else, she took several marble dust baths whilst in Hogwarts. The elves were VERY accommodating of her) was akin to asking someone to murder their own child. Or at least that was her train of thought.
After several hours of bartering with her, Delilah finally made it clear that, while she was indeed (a) THE most beautiful bird specimen out there, if someone saw such distinguishable owl going to and from a room in the Leaky Cauldron, people would sooner or later connect the dots and thus her secret identity would be compromised. After all, wizards weren't THAT stupid, Delilah argued.
(Hedwig disagreed vehemently on that last point).
At the end, she had to make several concessions, including but not limited to: Acquiring a deluxe owl cage, charmed to the brim with all sorts of spells to make the bird's stay as pleasurable as physically (and magically) possible. Sourcing a constant supply of Acro-bites, the single best treat for avian species (according to a somewhat reputable article published on Spella Weekly of all things), made out of freshly harvested and magically preserved Acromantula legs. Buying a harness (charmed invisible, of course) with pouches so that she wouldn't have to carry any more letters on her claws or tied to her legs.
Delilah had to put a stop when she also asked (through hoots and barks while they were browsing an Owl Post accessories catalog) for a helmet, not dissimilar to a falcon's hood, only actually allowing the bird to see, that purportedly doubled any owl's range of sight. She did admit that the image of Hedwig wearing a mini helmet was just too cute to be real, however.
Finally, Hedwig gave her permission to be charmed, turning from snow-white to the vivid pattern of a great horned owl. How she managed to pull that look off, would remain a question for the ages.
Naturally, the only person she would send letters to was Astoria. And send letters she did.
By the end of the first week, Hedwig had flown more than what she did in the previous three years. She was ecstatic, that she used the (relatively short) flight between the Leaky and Greengrass' Manor to hunt a variety of prey was an added bonus, it wasn't as if she was at risk of gaining weight either, what with all the extra exercise she was doing daily.
It was during the third week of her Leaky stay that shite hit the proverbial fan. It was all over the Daily Prophet, the ICW investigation and its findings, the complete overhaul of the Ministry of Magic (including the re-trials for everyone involved in the previous war who claimed being under the Imperious as a defense), the ratification of the Goblin treaty that ended the 1800s rebellion (several of the aforementioned 'innocent' wizards were given to the Goblins to be judged) and, perhaps more importantly for Delilah, the clearing of Sirius Black's name.
It was a trying couple of days for her. Once it was revealed that Sirius was named her godfather, she ruefully realized the idiocy of the whole situation. She had spent years unloved in deplorable conditions just because the incompetence of the Ministry (and Dumbledore) sent the man that was supposed to look for her to a god-forsaken island.
Her supposed godfather chose revenge over duty and spent a good part of his life in hell on earth. The real traitor lived and died as a rat, while the last remaining friend of the group spent his days in mourning.
She cried, for the family she didn't have, for the family that could've been, but also for the innocent lives lost to a corrupt government. Had Sirius gotten his trial, Ron would still be alive and Pettigrew would have been in Azkaban.
She could only feel a small modicum of relief at reading about the 'Minister's Last Stand', knowing that he would spend at least a couple of years on the dready island.
The days after she got the news were just... dull. She spent her days either sitting on the windowsill, watching people go by or crying in bed.
"You know what I really want? A family. With someone who cares, who'll take care of me and love me, I don't want to be alone anymore." She told Hedwig one morning on her spot by the window. It was a particularly bright day, sun shining and all the shebang, a Gringotts envelope in her hands.
She was expected to attend a reading of Sirius' will, as he was never truly convicted of anything, any and all wills made were perfectly valid. Now, Gringotts usually didn't interfere in wizard's affairs, since the Black family was one of the biggest accounts in the bank, however, the account manager was way more accommodating than otherwise normal.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea," Delilah told Hedwig, peering at the envelope "I never even knew him…"
An encouraging headbutt from her owl was all she needed to get out of her funk. Putting on some of the robes she just recently bought (finally, female clothing for her!), she ate a quick breakfast, some idle talk with the bald innkeeper later and she was on her way to the bank.
She could only sigh at the Alley. It truly was a beautiful day, unlike the norm for London it was sunny, warm and with very few clouds in sight. The juxtaposition of the day compared with her inner feelings was amazing.
Having walked up the marbled steps of the goblin bank and just before crossing the massive gates, she realized one little detail.
"Shite! I'm a woman!"
A phrase that rose much less eyebrows in the wizarding world than the muggle one (usually thanks to a bootleg potion or some similar cheap-o shenanigans) went thankfully unheard except for the couple of armed, deadly guards posed at the sides of the doorway.
"Worry not, human. We can tell you seek to deceive us not. Feel free to do your business in peace." Was the prompt reply from one of them.
Semi-reassured that she wouldn't lose her head that day, she took a deep breath and entered the famed institution. Presenting her summons to the nearest teller, she was directed towards one hallways with several doors peppered at each side.
'Ragnok, Black Account' was engraved in the glass panel of one of the doors.
Knocking on the door (she was young, not an uncivilized animal after all), she waited for a response.
"A minute!" Came the muffled voice of a goblin, which Delilah presumed to be Ragnok.
The door opened slightly and a goblin with an impeccable business suit peered at her through the gap.
"Oh, hello there young lady. Come in, come in" He said, opening the door wide for her, after closing the door he took a seat behind the desk of the room.
"Now, what business do you have with the Black accounts?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Ehh..." Delilah was honestly shocked. After listening to most everyone relating just how... vicious the goblins were, getting such a professional (and somewhat warm(?)) introduction was certainly not what she had expected.
Realizing that she had remained silent for longer than acceptable, she shook her head and answered.
"Sorry. My presence here was requested" she handed him the letter, feeling somewhat nervous.
"Hmmm" Ragnok didn't have to read the missive; he had written it originally, after all. Since he was expecting the godson of his client, however, he chose to stare at the young witch in front of him, tapping the desk with his sharp nails.
Deciding not to beat around the bush, Delilah's face slowly turned into that of Harry Potter, before quickly changing back, eliciting nothing more than a raised brow.
"Surprising..." the professional goblin muttered, still tapping the desk.
Before she could say something, he continued "The Black family was renowned for its metamorphmagi, they had become increasingly rare in recent centuries, however it's... interesting, to say the least, than in the span of two decades two metamorphs were born from it…"
"Wut?"
"Indeed," the manager nodded to himself, "the Malfoys can boast all they like but the only true daughter of Black remaining is Andromeda, even if she was thrown out of the family... she choose to be disowned rather than bending down... And to think that same 'disgrace' later went on to birth a Metamorphmagus, and now." he pointedly looked at Delilah "there's you... Black by blood, if barely... Dorea, who was Arcturus' sister, married one Charlus Potter. Your grandparents on your father's side... Interesting indeed…"
He leaned forward, taking a pen and paper out of a drawer and scribbling something down, minutes later another goblin barged in and handed him a scroll.
"Now, with your godfather's untimely demise, I'm afraid that there's a couple of issues that need your personal attention." he ignored the sputtering witch "First off, wills." he unrolled the scroll that he was given, gave it a quick reading and handed it to Delilah.
Still somewhat shocked, Delilah read the document.
Basically, Sirius left everything he had to Harry, apparently he hadn't planned on settling down with another witch nor having a child of his own and, naïve young man that he was back then, willed everything to his godson. Pretty straightforward, all things considered.
Ragnok then continued "Now, normally that would be it, were it not for one simple detail. You see, Sirius was the son of the previous Black family head, even if his mother, Walburga, publicly shunned him and made a big deal out of 'casting him out' of the family (just like it was done to Andromeda Black years before), the fact is Orion never quite disinherited him. When Orion died, all properties and claims were passed onto his youngest son, Regulus. Problem being that Regulus died soon thereafter, before he made a will of his own…"
Delilah caught up on what the account manager wanted to convey, flabbergasted at the revelations she was hearing.
"By that point onwards, Sirius unknowingly became the head of the Black Family, and in such capacity he made his own will. His eventual confinement to Azkaban meant nothing without a conviction (which he never received). When he died early this year, lawfully, all possessions, titles, deeds and obligations he had were passed on to you."
"You mean…"
"Congratulations Lord... or should it be Lady? Black. You are now the new head of the Black Family!" just as he finished, the goblin that handed him the scroll earlier threw a handful of confetti in the air, adding to the effect of the proclamation.
In between spelled pieces of paper (so they floated in place instead of falling down) Delilah's mind could only utter one response appropriate for her current situation.
"Shite."
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A calming draught and several bouts of hyperventilation later, Delilah was convinced (coerced) into seeing to the Black Family's affairs.
It was both horrifying and amazing.
On one hand, the Blacks were rich. Not the 'I can start my own country' rich but the 'I own most of the country's business' kind of rich. It was amazing just how diversified the Black interests were. From mining to agriculture to magical goods and services, they had a hand in pretty much everything.
On the other hand most of the business were horribly mismanaged. An explanation was quickly given when she asked.
"The previous Lords Black never really cared about the business per se, they cared more about political power and the favors they were owed... Ultimately, most pureblood families didn't pay enough attention when their new business became 'sponsored' by the Blacks, after all, who would ask questions when you are suddenly given a brand new business in exchange for support for or against a new bill? The Blacks of old were cunning and wickedly smart, through carefully worded business contracts not only were they owed a few favors here and there, they also were the owners of said business with no one becoming aware of it."
"Except you." Delilah pointed out.
"Except us." Ragnok acquiesced with a nod and continued "eventually all parties involved forgot about that tiny detail... we still get monthly reports on all the business, but only a Lord (or Lady) Black has any real power over them…"
"And you didn't explain that to the previous Lords?"
He shrugged "we are bankers, miss Black, if our clients don't ask for a specific service we are not obligated to provide it, besides, the business were generating revenue and we have all the relevant accounting on them. Had you not asked, I wouldn't have mentioned them to you either."
As she continued looking at the long list of the Black investments, she knew she would have a recurring headache in the following days.
She wished Sirius was still alive, just so she could beat the snot out of him for leaving her with all that mess.
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"And finally, Miss Black, we have marriage contracts."
"..."
"There are several still enforceable... Since you are a metamorphmagus, contracts that require a daughter or son of Black could, technically, be equally satisfied by you…"
"..."
"Of course, you'd then have to enter into line-succession agreements and other such deals…"
"..."
"Fortunately for you, as Lady Black you can annul them as you please."
"... You are a sadist bastard, aren't you?"
"Glad to see someone recognizing my efforts" Ragnok smirked toothily.
"Right." She rolled her eyes, "are there any other issues I need to be informed of?"
He fiddled with the papers in his desk, quickly scanning all of them "I don't think so... Just, would you prefer a monthly report on your holdings?"
Delilah grew pensive. They were a LOT of business to deal with, and she wasn't sure just how much free time she would have in the following months.
"Can they be quarterly?" she asked.
"Of course" He nodded.
"Make it so, then... I'll take these" she pointed at the stack of business documents "to review them calmly... Think we can meet again during the end-of-term vacations?"
The goblin nodded "If that is all, Lady Black?"
"I believe it is... It was a pleasure meeting you, Ragnok" she grabbed the papers, stood up and walked towards the door. Before leaving she turned back and bowed her head slightly.
In the middle of the office, the old goblin just stared at the door, a grin forming on his mouth.
"Interesting times..." he took out another piece of parchment, beginning to write a letter.
"Madam Andromeda Tonks..." he started "Interesting times indeed…"
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After getting back into her room at the Leaky, Delilah put the stack of papers on the dresser and promptly threw herself at the bed. While enjoying the sweet embrace of recently-cleaned linen, she thought back on everything that happened that day.
"My life is a mess..." she groaned.
"Not quite, my dear," a familiar voice echoed in the room.
"Astoria?" she turned around, surprised "What are you doing here?"
"What, I need a reason to visit my girlfriend?" Astoria pouted playfully, walking over to her side.
Delilah leveled a deadpan gaze at her.
"Scoot over" Astoria replied, pushing Delilah so she could lay down with her "I have been thinking about it for a while, my parents don't really have an issue with me seeing you, you know…"
"Me, Harry or me Delilah?" she asked.
"Harry..." she answered sheepishly "Daphne knows most everyone in school, she would know that there was no Delilah enrolled in there... besides she knew I was seeing someone, better I came out with a version of the truth before she connected the dots on her own…"
"Right..." Delilah spooned her, she being the big spoon ('dammit, I want to be the little spoon someday' she thought).
"You know, love... Father might have implied that you would be welcome to spend the rest of the summer with us…"
"Wot" Delilah exclaimed "I'm not going to stay at your house for the whole summer!"
"Why not?" Astoria asked, her tone serious.
"I... I can't be Harry anymore... I even dread going back to Hogwarts because I'll have to be Harry..."
"Yeah... about that..." Astoria sighed "I think you should tell more people…"
"Tori..." Delilah immediately became defensive.
"No, hear me out, please" she took a deep breath "sooner, rather than later someone, you or I, will make a mistake. Maybe just a conversation, maybe a piece of clothing lying around, something. People will soon figure it out afterwards and I think... I think it's better if its you the one that tell them in the first place…"
"I..." What could she say? she resisted her knee-jerk reaction to say she was wrong. It was in fact quite possible now that she thought about it.
Oblivious to her lover's thoughts, Astoria continued.
"Besides, the more people that are in the know, the more chances for you to be... well, you!" Delilah perked at that "While you would still have to be Harry most of the time, you could also be seen as you are without so much sneaking around..."
"Also... I don't want to keep us a secret..." She finished in a soft voice.
"Oh, Tori..." Delilah embraced her tighter. She had a point, having a secret relationship was exciting at the beginning, yes, but it would prove to be stressful in the long run...
Still holding her, she whispered to her ear "Alright, love... We'll have to be careful on who gets to know, though."
Astoria discretely wiped her eyes, beaming and letting out a relieved sigh.
"I think we should tell my family first... Daphne is really clever on her own and she never held any animosity towards you…"
"I know, she has been kind of a friend, I guess? We met a couple of times last year, before... you know... And besides, contrary to what people believe, I only have a problem with Malfoy and his poncy crew."
"I know, love... It's not like many of the other Slytherins like them either…"
"Stupid Lucius and his stupid money... Stupid Minister!" Delilah grumbled.
They laid in companionable silence until Astoria decided to break it.
"So... will you tell my family?" she asked, then in a softer voice "please?"
Delilah chuckled. "We'll tell them after we meet, I guess... When do you have to return, by the way?"
"Oh... I actually don't know... I just asked if I could meet you, when Father said yes I just went to the floo and got here... I... I don't think they'll allow me to stay the night.."
"Hmmm... so we better get to it, then." Delilah extricated herself from her lover's body and stood up, a quick series of wand flicks and all her stuff organized itself neatly into her trunk.
"Hedwig! Go to the Greengrass' and stay there, It seems It'll be our new lodgings for the rest of the summer" She told her loyal owl before shrinking her cage and stuffing it into her robes.
"Now for the final bit" she scrunched her nose as she changed into a non-descript boy roughly the age of Astoria. Some transfiguration later and the clothes she was wearing became boy-clothing.
Astoria certainly wasn't expecting for Delilah to be so proactive, so she just laid in bed in semi-shock.
"Well then, love, times-a-wasting!" the average looking wizard chirped.
"Err... right... Why the different face, though?"
"No one knows that Harry Potter is currently staying at the Leaky..." he put a hand on his chin, adopting a contemplative expression "I guess I'll come later and tell Tom that I won't be staying here any longer... Or maybe I'll just send an owl? Don't really want to explain why, though... Anyway, let's get to the floo, returning late with their daughter ought to make a bad first impression, parents first, everything else later" she finished with a nod.
The intrepid duo got to the floo without problems, barely anyone recognized Astoria and those that did knew better than to meddle in the affairs of the Greengrass House.
Seconds later a petite figure could be seen in the foyer of the Greenhouse mansion, having just stepped out of the floo. Astoria barely had any time to dodge the veritable missile that came rushing out of the fireplace behind her.
Apparently floo-travel hated one Delilah Black/Harry Potter.
"Ow!" Delilah rubbed her head "Stupid magical transportation... stupid floo... stupid wizards" she droned on and on.
Naturally, such a flamboyant entrance made quite a bit of noise, alerting the Greengrass Family to their arrival. Delilah, still cursing the wonders of magical travel, had enough presence of mind to switch her face into that of Harry Potter.
"My apologies, Lord Greengrass, Lady Greengrass, I hope I didn't make too much noise" still in a heap in the floor, she bowed her head.
"Nonsense, young man, we were expecting you" Astoria's mother replied "Not everyone takes gracefully to the floo although... I must admit it's the first time I see someone expelled in such a fashion... But it's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Potter"
"Err... yeah... thanks..." Delilah managed to reply, still on the floor.
"I gather you'll be spending the rest of the summer with us?" she arched one eyebrow at the young metamorph, although the smile on her face told her she was teasing instead of rebuking.
"Heh heh... If it isn't too much trouble, ma'am." Delilah said whilst Astoria helped her stand up.
"No trouble at all, Mr. Potter" the three Greengrasses (not in the know) noticed her flinching when addressed that way, filing it out for later. "We've got plenty of room for you... And I'm sure you'll have lots of fun with our daughters!"
"Oh, I think I will, ma'am" Delilah answered with a smile.
Astoria's mother replied with a chuckle "Come on, let's get you settled in"
She led them towards the guest rooms, Delilah and Daphne greeted each other, doing some small talk.
"Potter" she greeted.
"Greengrass" Delilah nodded back.
They remained silent for a few seconds before breaking in chuckles, they shared a quick hug.
"Good to see you, Harry" Delilah's smile dimmed a little but she continued cheery.
"Good to see you, Daph"
"We were worried about you... you just disappeared for weeks and…"
"It... It was a rough time... I'll explain later, I promise"
"You're not mad at me? I... You stopped meeting with me and Trace us even before…"
"Mad at you? Of course not, Daph! Its..." Delilah sighed "Look, there's a few things I've been... working on for the past year. Ron's... well, that was just piled up on top of everything else…"
"Oh? Keeping secrets, Potter" she teased, trying to move away from the tragic event.
"Plenty, Greengrass." Delilah smirked "Maybe I'll tell you some of them…"
"Hmm... Like how you and my sister met?"
"... That's one of them, yes…"
Seeing as they had reached Delilah's room for the rest of the summer, Lady Greengrass saw fit to interrupt their teasing-game.
"That's one conversation I think we all want to be privy to, dear... Why don't we talk about it during dinner, hmm?"
"Of course, ma'am" Delilah replied "May I take a shower while dinner is made? I've had a tiring day today and, if not for Astoria ambushing me, I'd already be fast asleep…"
Lady Greengrass fixed a stern glare at her "Harry. You are our guest, not our prisoner. You don't have to ask permission to take a shower or to fix something to eat... In fact, so long as you don't skip on the dinner (usually served at 7pm) and you don't go into any room you are not supposed to, you are free to do what you like."
"What rooms-"
"Any room that doesn't open when you try to, you can assume it's out of bounds, dear, please don't try to pry them open, old mansions like this one have nasty protection spells against unwanted guests…"
And with that and another (totally not threatening) smile, Lady Greengrass left the young trio in the room.
"Well then... I'll set up my stuff and take that shower, I... I guess I'll meet you at dinner, then?"
"Sure thing, love" Astoria smiled "See you at dinner"
"See you at dinner" Delilah nodded "I'll be done by then"
With that, she headed off to her room, hoping that Astoria would still be there when she came out.
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