Druella Black née Rosier

“tell me i have nothing to worry about”

“You have nothing to worry about,” Druella repeated with a light and knowing grin on her lips. “What’s gotten you asking now?” When they were behind closed doors, Lucius was very territorial. That may have been why he asked her if she loved her husband. It had been months since the affair had began so what had triggered this jealousy?

To seal her promise to him, she closed the space between them to reconnect her lips with his.

Lucius admitted to his mother-in-law some time ago that he felt an attraction to her. That’s why he had agreed to marry Narcissa. She was Druella’s replica. But he had yet to see the fire or passion that the matriarch had so one day, he took a chance and was pleasantly surprised when his advances were reciprocated.

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Lucius was more confused by Druella than anything else. He was still working on getting the hang of expressing how he felt. Actions were simple, but finding the right words was far more challenging than he expected. The mention of Cygnus made Lucius stiffen, glancing down at Druella when she spoke. “If you felt the same way,” He repeated. “I – I’m willing to bet I appreciate you more than he does at this point.”

“Oh?” She questioned, a smirk on her lips. His slight stammering showed her that it was difficult for him to get that out, but she appreciated it. Druella moved closer to him, just enough so that her lips seemed to be ghosting his. “I’m willing to bet that I appreciate you more than she does as well,” she whispered. At first, she had been under the impression that all he wanted was some great sex, but over time, it had grown into more, which only made things more passionate between them.

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Sera’s eyes narrowed as the older woman continued to speak. She respected Druella, she really did. She was beautiful and a wonderful and attentive mother, so unlike Sera’s own. But to report to her about Bellatrix? Sera could never. She wouldn’t betray Bella like that, and even if she could, there was no way the witch wouldn’t find out. “I assure you, she is perfectly fine. I will not betray her like that by telling you every little thing she does. If you are so concerned about her wellbeing, go see her yourself instead of asking me to bring you gossip.” Seraphina knew she was being rude, but it was almost rude for her to ask this of Sera.

Druella shook her head softly as the young girl responded. “That’s because you’re not understanding the question. Gossip has the intent to spead to others. This is my daughter, meaning that such information I would like kept to myself and possibly her father if need be. This isn’t betrayal. This is keeping her from going too far into the deep end,” she explained. Bellatrix had been close to Voldemort for some time so that had always been a concern, but now it was getting to be an issue. Bellatrix would do anything for him and he was asking far too much.

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You ruined everything.

“I didn’t ruin anything. I did my job.”

Her words went straight past the defences he was beginning to build up again and to his heart. Her hands on his arm rooted him in place firmer than a shackle. Looking at Druella, he could see how torn she was, truly torn. He understood her fierce loyalty and devotion to her daughters, her desire to protect them. He respected it. But he couldn’t let her feelings, or his, keep him from doing his job. Bellatrix was more than a menace, she was a danger to society. He had been trying to get proof of her wrongdoings long before he had become involved with Druella.

Turning back to her, he cupped her face with the hand that was not attached to the arm she was holding so tightly. Pulling her closer, he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I am sorry,” he said. “But I am also not.” Hopefully she could understand.

Druella allowed her eyelids to shut as he kissed her forehead, allowing a few tears to run down her cheeks. She snuggled herself up to his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso. Their views would always be different and for now, they had to accept it. The plan had always been to run away together to a place where blood status didn’t matter. Where they could be a couple of good looking Europeans. Where they could be free.

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“What a marvelous idea. Where to?” He asked. His aunt looked like she could use a holiday. He thought it odd that she had never been, but it would have been rude to make a fuss over it. Evan was in a good mood and has no desire to put a notch in his aunt’s armor that day, however small.

Until she decided to go play mother. Evan disliked it when people smothered him. Always worrying, always treating him like a child. It made his insides crawl. (Now, sometimes Evan really did enjoy Druella’s nurturing side. Sometimes her motherliness suited him just fine.) Evan stepped away from his aunt and bought a tabloid.

He turned to page three, folded it over to it was inside out, and handed it to Druella. Printed on page three of the gossip rag was a photograph of him out and about with a couple members of the Bigonville Bombers.

“You’re right. Page three is unacceptable,” he said on the off chance someone was listening in on their conversation.

“We haven’t decided. Any suggestions?” Druella asked her nephew. It was strange for her to believe that he might be more knowledgable on the subject of vacationing than she would, but she grew up in a different time and her brother was more likely to indulge in vacations just for a break. Druella just never knew when to stop.

When it looked as though Evan was about to leave, Druella started to speak up until she caught on to what he was doing. She looked over the picture and the caption before tilting her head at him. “This isn’t a job. This is worrisome. Tabloids for celebrities are riddled with lies. You know that,” she stated softly before handing it back over to him. “And besides, our photographs move. More incriminating that way.”

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Sera flushed slightly, so Bella’s mother knew. She didn’t look down, wouldn’t back down or show that in anyway was she ashamed of her closeness with the eldest Black daughter. Her mother would just have to deal. “If you want me to spy on her for you, that’s not happening.”

“Spying is a harsh word,” Druella corrected. “A spy is someone sent between two parties in the middle of wartime. Not someone sent to check in on the wellbeing of another.” Druella had prepared her speech so it didn’t take long for her to jump into comparisons that may convince the young girl to consider. “Muggles have police officers do that, but I can’t very well have an Auror knocking on her door, now can I?” She asked with a tilt of her head, the answer unnecessary because they both know that was not the right idea.

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What is family to you?

Growing up, family was...

Respecting your elders and keeping your mouth shut.

Having no say in what the trajectory of your life may be, unless you are a male, then you may choose your career.

Sitting around a long, mahogany table in silence. The only sounds to be heard are forks hitting the china or the rare small talk amongst parents.

Doing anything and everything in your power to make your parents proud, but they wouldn’t be until you were married to someone they approved of and had a male heir.

...Pretty old fashioned, if you ask me.

With my husband and my children, nothing had changed.

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“Wait… What?”

“I’m not an idiot, Seraphina. My daughter does not have the capacity to be that close to another human without being in some sort of physical affair,” Druella responded, wanting to get straight to the point. “That’s why I need your help.”

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“The only good part about being alone is that I don’t wake anyone up when I start screaming at night.”

Druella couldn’t help the instinct to cross her arms when she heard what Cygnus had to tell her about his stay at St. Mungo’s. She wanted to ask about the screaming, but she also didn’t want to pry.

“It’s nice to have the bed to myself for the first time in a long time, but I wish you were home… screaming or not,” she explained, whispering the last part. If Cygnus was home, he would be with her. They could start their work on fixing the turmoil going on inside of him.

Druella knew that her husband would rather be at home and she would do anything to bring him home, but the doctors insisted that he stay. Cygnus, on the other hand, insisted that it was time to go. She knew that later on, she would regret her decision to keep him there, but the doctors said that it was for his own good and Cygnus’ best interest was always at heart.

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“This has nothing to do with them,” Cygnus argued, his tone low and warning. His entire existence had come down to whether or not he had become too soft-hearted for war. At one time he had been tough, mentally sound and angry and had believed wholeheartedly in their cause. But now, well, it was no rumor that his mind had gone mad and his bones had grown weak. It hurt him to think of what they spoke of him when he wasn’t around, what some chose to say to his face. His own daughter had once called him pathetic and he was sure that sentiment was echoed through the ranks. But he wanted to prove that he wasn’t useless, that his worth was meaningful for them.

Druella would not stop him from that.

“No. When I come home, I am going to work on my lacking reputation.” His voice faltered, the fear bubbling through his words. “Who knows what could happen if I don’t, Dru. you don’t just leave that life without consequences.”

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Druella let out a soft sigh before getting up from her chair and sitting on the side of his bed. Her hands softly roamed around his torso and his shoulders like she was giving him a sort of massage. “I try to assert some dominance over your well being and you still put me in my place,” she murmured. If there was one person she could truly open up to, it was her husband. There were still some secrets or things that went unmentioned, such as Andromeda in general, but he knew everything else about her.

“I’m scared, Cygnus,” she whispered and it almost hurt to hear them herself. “Why can’t we just have a doctor pronounce you dead and run away to America? Or the beach?” The blonde asked before moving to lie in bed with him because she couldn’t have him see her crying. While she could admit that she was worried or scared, she needed to be at least a little bit strong for him.

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That was something he hadn’t expected to hear, but it made him chuckle all the same. He remembered that jealous streak in his friend quite well. It was how he’d gotten him to duel with him, those first few days after the accident. Though he hadn’t intentionally done it, Abraxas had found a tad bit of pleasure in the knowledge that he’d made Cygnus Black jealous of him, a man twenty years his junior.

“Playful indeed, Druella. Though as I recall you could give me a run for my money. Which is rather unfortunate, considering how entertaining it was.” He returned her small smile with a genuine one of his own. Because he knew of their issues, knew them like any other married man, or in his case widowed, could. He and Katharina had their faults but they were never one’s to give up. And neither were Cygnus and Druella.

Abraxas feigned indignation at her comment, smirk tugging at his lips for a moment before acquiescence crossed his face and he tipped his glass towards her in a small toast, a nod in the affirmative that he would agree to a dinner. “Of course, love. Can never be too careful. Merlin knows what we’d get up too without your being there.”

“Exactly so that’s why I need to be there,” Druella chuckled. “A chaperone to two grown men. How pathetic.” She was teasing more than anything because she worried about them sometimes. They had their ways of getting into dangerous situations and the history of excessive drinking to make it even more dangerous, at least in her mind.

“Let me know when you’re free and I’ll make Cygnus cancel any and all plans he has that evening. How does that sound?” The blonde asked over her shoulder before taking another sip from her drink.

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You ruined everything.

“I didn’t ruin anything. I did my job.”

“Yes because your family will have approved of everything else you’ve been doing lately,” he replied a little scathingly. He understood that she was upset. He appreciated her love for her family, and for the daughter who seemed like a bat released from hell. He had seen what Bellatrix was capable of, and the carnage left in her wake. She liked to hurt people. How did Druella think he could let Bellatrix remain at large, free to commit mayhem and murder if he could stop her. He doubted the woman would prefer that he killed her daughter.

Perhaps he was being so bitter because he was realizing just how fucked up this all was. How had he allowed himself to get into this position in the first place? A relationship with Druella Black? He was out of his fucking mind. And of course she would think of her family first, rather than him, what he was trying to do. They were her family and he was just an…an entertainment.

He moved away from her, readying himself to leave and fighting against the irrational hurt he was feeling. Had he really thought things could go any differently than this? He wouldn’t tell her she should not be upset because any mother whose child was going to Azkaban would be.

“You saved countless lives. The lives of other mothers and daughters. And Bellatrix will have a trial. I’m sure you can afford a good lawyer.” They could afford everything after all. He had been a fool to think that their…whatever it was would change her mind about anything.

Druella was hurt from what she was hearing, but when he began to move away, she reached out for his arm with both of her hands. There was little to no thought put into it so it was more of a reflex.

“Please don’t leave me,” she begged as she felt the tears finally well up. If her family was about to disown her, Alastor was all she had. Maybe this is what had to happened for her to pursue her relationship with him without any guilt about her children. They’ll find out somehow and hate her. “I need you.”

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Eleanor practically melted into the hug. Druella was so warm and loving that Ellie couldn’t help but feel happy and peaceful in her prescense. She was a little sad that her uncle wasn’t home but that couldn’t be helped. She would have to write to him soon so they could visit.

She giggled lightly as their arms were tangled together. More than happy to let her aunt tug her along. “That’s too bad that uncle isn’t here. I’ll have to visit with him soon. I’m doing well. The baby is okay. I’ve been a bit weak and sick during the pregnancy but I’m hoping that it’s normal. How are you auntie? Have you been well?”