Sorry it took a long time to update, I've been looking over a friend's stories that she has posted on here and trying to help her get out of her writer's block. Hope you enjoy the little chapter I've left for you and hopefully it won't be too long before I update again..

"Of course, Headmaster," Hermione said with false sweetness. When they were in the hall, Hermione turned to face Dumbledore. "What did you wish to speak to me about, Headmaster?"

"Do you know who attacked the Gryffindor boy?" Dumbledore asked sternly.

"I don't know," Hermione answered honestly. "I spend most of my time around Bella and Cissa. But if I were to harbor a guess, I'd look into the Lestrange twins. Lucius and Amryc are more subtle when attacking someone, they mainly use low-level spells. And Alecto doesn't bother to even acknowledge someone unless they piss her off."

"What about Misters Crabbe and Goyle? Could they have done this?" Dumbledore asked looking grim.

"No, they aren't too smart when it comes to attacking students," Hermione said shaking her head. "They prefer to just beat them up so that their victims are hurt but not overly so."

"You seem to know a lot about how they attack, Miss Granger," Dumbledore commented worriedly. "It is almost as if you consider them friends, like you have forgotten your reason for being here."

Inwardly sneering at the use of her old title, Hermione said coolly, "I haven't forgotten why I am here, Headmaster, it is impossible to. And I do consider some of them my friend, it makes it easier for me to get what I need. As for knowing them, they love to brag about what they've done, especially Rabastan and Amryc. They challenge each other at everything hoping to gain my affection."

Nodding, Dumbledore let Hermione walk back to the Hospital Wing. Before she stepped inside he said, "Just remember, Miss Granger, that they despise everything you stand for and what you are; a muggle-born."

Ignoring the Headmaster's words, Hermione walked into the infirmary mumbling under her breath, "Stupid, meddling old fool. He's the one that told me to get close and now that I am, he thinks he can make me give it up." Stopping beside Bella's bed, she asked, "Are you ready to go, Bella? I'm sure your sister and Roddie will be worried about you."

Giggling Bella said, "Well we can't have that." Opening her arms to Hermione she ordered, "Carry me."

Rolling her eyes, Hermione picked Bella up, holding her close. Ignoring Minerva's piercing gaze she looked at Lily. "If you would lead the way, Lils."

Smiling at her friends antics, Lily led the way out of the Hospital Wing and down to the dungeons. Before she reached the Slytherin common room entrance, Lily stopped when she heard a hissing noise. Turning she saw a portrait of Salazar Slytherin looking at Hermione and hissing in her direction. Confused she asked, "Why is he trying to get your attention, Mia?"

Sighing quietly Hermione faced Salazar, "What is it, Sal?"

"Why are you in this time period? You haven't even been born yet," Salazar asked.

"Dumbledore sent me back for a mission, to try and get more info on the Death Eaters," Hermione answered rolling her eyes. "The only information I've given him is what I can get my hands on, mostly lower level Death Eaters. Except for the Lestrange brothers, I might have told Dumbledore that they were responsible for the attack today."

Smiling indulgently, Salazar glanced at Lily, noticing her Gryffindor robes. Looking back at Hermione he asked, "Another one you've swayed to the Dark side?"

Smirking Hermione replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Salazar."

Laughing heartily, Salazar said, "Only you, Mia, could turn Light witches and wizards to the Dark. First Professor Snape, then Professor McGonnogal, and now a cub? You are definitely a descendent of mine."

"Be careful, Sal, that almost sounded like a compliment," Hermione teased smiling at the portrait. "And I didn't really convert Minerva, her family was already Dark. I only had to make her see what Dumbledore did."

"True," Salazar conceded, looking at the trio thoughtfully. Locking his eyes on Bella's form and the way her hand rested protectively over her stomach, he glanced back at Hermione. "When the time comes for your heir to be born, feel free to use my chambers. they will provide you with the privacy you'll need."

Bowing her head graciously Hermione said, "Thank you, Salazar, I greatly appreciate it. If you will excuse us, I need to get my mate in bed so she can rest. Goodnight, Salazar."

"Goodnight, Destiny," Salazar hissed in parseltongue, watching as the three girls entered the Slytherin common room.

"Your name is Destiny?" Lily asked Hermione as she followed her through the empty common room.

"Where did you hear that?" Hermione asked, pushing the door open to the girls' dorms.

"Salazar just said it when he said goodnight to you," Lily said, confused.

Laying Bella down gently, Hermione looked up at Lily. "Lily, Salazar spoke in the language of the snakes. That wasn't English, it was parseltongue. An ability only passed to descendents of Slytherin himself. Only three people in the world speak it that I know of; you, me and our father."

"Oh," Lily said, her mind filling with the implications of having that particular gift.

Smiling reassuringly at her sister, Hermione said, "Don't worry about it Lils, just be very careful when around other people. Especially Dumbledore."

Nodding, Lily sat on the bed beside Bella, reaching out to place her hand on a barely noticeable baby bump. Looking across at Hermione, she asked, "What happens in the future?"

"I can't tell you much Lily," Hermione warned apologetically. "But there are certain things you'll need to do that you might not want to. And I need to look into a matter about polyjuice potion."

"What do I have to do?" Lily asked anxiously.

"Date James Potter for one," Hermione said distastefully, wrinkling her nose. "He will be your ticket into getting into the Order that Dumbledore has created. Pass on information you deem important to Bella, she'll be your contact since I'll be in my own time by then."

"Okay, that all seems relatively simple, but I do not agree with dating Potter," Lily said quietly so as not to wake the Black sisters. "What else?"

As Hermione explained what Lily would have to do, both girls laid down on either side of Bella, cocooning her with their bodies. It was sometime after midnight when they fell asleep, their hands entwined, resting over Bella's stomach.

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Christmas passed and soon faded into February, bringing the spring with it. Bella was now seven months pregnant, wearing a glamour and taking harmless potions to hid the fact. The only people who knew were Hermione, Lily, Poppy, Severus, and Narcissa, the last two told when Bella was five months along. Bella was forced to spend time with Rodolphus while Hermione had meetings with Dumbledore. Lily had started dating James Potter, much to her dislike, and was training in the Dark Arts in her spare time with Hermione, Bella and Narcissa.

Lily was training alone with Narcissa in the Room of Requirement, working on casting some of the more semi-Dark curses. She was a natural at the Darker curses and spells but had a little trouble with the lighter Dark spells, resulting in Narcissa training her more and alone.

Scowling at the weak curse that shot out of her wand, Lily ranted, "This is ridiculous, I should be able to do this damn curse. Merlin knows I can cast harder curses than this."

Stepping up behind Lily, Narcissa reached around and wrapped her hand around the redhead's that was holding her wand. Raising heir hands, Narcissa instructed, "When you use a Dark curse, you need the intent to cause one harm. A Light curse requires the intent to protect someone. In the middle are Grey spells and curses, which you need either hate or love to perform. Because we're working with the darker aspect, you need hate. But you can't just think of hate, you need to feel it, let it guide your magic." With her hand still wrapped around Lily's, Narcissa guided their hands through the motions of the curse, watching in satisfaction at the strength of the curse as it erupted from Lily's wand.

"That was amazing," Lily exclaimed, turning and hugging Narcissa tightly. Blushing when she realized what she'd done, Lily quickly stepped back, stuttering an apology. She was cut off by soft, warm lips covering her own.

Pulling back from the soft kiss, Narcissa smiled at Lily's surprised look. "Don't look so shocked, Lily, I've wanted to do that since Sixth Year."

"B-but you're s-supposed to marry Lucius," Lily stuttered, looking at the blonde with wide eyes.

"Lucius and I are betrothed, yes, but we aren't in love with each other. He is my best friend, only my friend," Narcissa explained, looking Lily in the eye. "I will have to marry him and give him an heir but that will be the extent of what I have to do. My family are of Veela heritage, Lily. While we no longer have all the aspects of the Veela, we do have one. We only love one person. I learned last year that you are the one that I will love, you are my mate."

"If I'm your mate, how can you have a child with Lucius?" Lily asked, trying to reign in her shock.

"Most of the Black family don't find their mates, so they settle," Narcissa said softly. "So even without their mate they can conceive a child. Lucius knows about my heritage, knows that he's not my mate. He only asks that I give him an heir and that is all he wants."

"What about us? How would it affect us if we bonded? Lily asked cautiously. She certainly felt a strong attraction to the beautiful blonde but needed some answers.

"If we were bonded, either before or after a child is born, you would indirectly be a parent to the child along with Lucius and I. The child will gain some of your attributes."

"With you being of Veela heritage, would it affect the pregnancy?"

Nodding, Narcissa admitted, "I will only be pregnant for four or five months before giving birth. Children born of Veela mature faster than others."

"You know I'll hardly be able to get away from Potter," Lily warned, smiling slightly when Narcissa's eyes snapped up to meet her own. "We'll barely have time together."

Cutting Lily off, Narcissa kissed the redhead, firmly running her tongue along Lily's bottom lip before pulling back. "You're accepting the bonding?"

"Yes," Lily whispered, pulling the blonde closer and kissing her again.

So what do you think? Could it be better or is it good enough? Anyway, you know the drill..R&R and let me know your thoughts..