Hermione awakens in a luxurious room, only to find herself trapped under the magical control of Narcissa and Bellatrix. Bound by the ritual, her body and mind are no longer her own, as Narcissa’s calm authority and Bellatrix’s twisted excitement slowly break her will. With the Black sisters claiming her as their own, Hermione realizes she is no longer just a prisoner, but a possession—one they intend to keep and control completely.
Bellatrix chuckled softly from the other side of the bed, her eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. "Look at her," she cooed, her voice dripping with mockery. "Already learning her place so quickly. You’ll make a fine addition, our new little sister."
Narcissa was reading her thoughts. The panic surged, cold and sharp, but Hermione’s body remained frozen in place, bound not only by the magic but by the sudden, terrifying understanding that her mind was no longer her own. She had heard of Legilimency before, had studied it briefly at Hogwarts, though only in theory. It was a skill very few wizards possessed, the ability to read another person’s thoughts and emotions, to slip into their mind like a shadow.
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Hermione awakens in a luxurious room, only to find herself trapped under the magical control of Narcissa and Bellatrix. Bound by the ritual, her body and mind are no longer her own, as Narcissa’s calm authority and Bellatrix’s twisted excitement slowly break her will. With the Black sisters claiming her as their own, Hermione realizes she is no longer just a prisoner, but a possession—one they intend to keep and control completely.
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"It’s remarkable, really," Narcissa continued, her voice barely above a whisper, though it filled the room. "How resilient you are, Hermione. Even now, I can sense you trying to fight it, trying to resist. But the ritual has changed you, remade you. You belong to us now—body, mind, and spirit." Hermione’s skin prickled as Narcissa’s words sank in, but it was Bellatrix’s low, twisted chuckle from the other side of the room that truly set her on edge. The madness in her eyes gleamed brighter as she sauntered over, her movements languid but deliberate, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she approached the bed. There was something predatory about the way Bellatrix looked at her, as if Hermione were no longer a person, but something to be possessed, to be used. "Ahh, the body," Bellatrix purred, her voice thick with a kind of lecherous excitement that made Hermione’s stomach churn. Bellatrix’s eyes roamed over her naked form with a hunger that felt worse than the magic holding her down. She leaned in close, her breath warm against Hermione’s neck as her fingers hovered just above the runes that still faintly glowed on Hermione’s skin. "That’s the fun part, isn’t it, Cissy?" Bellatrix’s voice was almost teasing, her fingers tracing the air just above Hermione’s collarbone, sending a shiver through her, though she couldn’t move to escape it. Narcissa’s expression didn’t change, though her eyes flickered briefly toward Bellatrix, something unreadable passing between the sisters. "We are one now, Hermione," Narcissa said softly, almost in contrast to Bellatrix’s more erratic presence. "The ritual binds us all together. You are part of us, and we are part of you." Bellatrix’s grin widened, and she trailed her fingers down Hermione’s arm, close enough that Hermione could feel the heat of her touch but without the contact that would allow her to jerk away. "And we always share," Bellatrix hissed, her eyes flicking between Narcissa and Hermione, her voice dripping with dark amusement. "The Black sisters have never been ones to keep things all to ourselves."
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