Voldemort's winning, Sirius is dead, and Y/N's lost almost everything. With her parents gone and her friends understanding so little of her, Sparks is having a hard time holding onto herself and all she cares for. But when she makes a shocking disco...
Narcissa walks down the grand staircase in a way that makes her seem to float.
Not a word is spoken until Y/N lets out. "Why am I here, Narcissa?"
"You are here," She stands tall. "because he wants you to be trained."
"Trained?"
"In Occlumency."
Sparks looks away from her for a second. Both annoyed and concerned about being here, she wants to leave immediately. And she almost does, turning towards the door, but the woman doesn't let her.
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"He knows you dated my son."
It takes her by surprise. "Excuse you?"
"The Dark Lord knows," She says. "you dated Draco and that you've partly come here for him."
Y/N feels her heart sink into her chest. "I don't know wha-"
"Don't lie about it, he saw it in your head immediately. And so did everyone else. He said that if you're with us, you cannot be readable. And that you have to learn to conceal your mind from outsiders."
"He also wants you to update your wardrobe."
The snickering of Bellatrix Lestrange almost makes her jump.
"JESUS!" She yells. "Have you been standing there the whole time?"
"No time!" The woman declares. "If you're going to be one of us, you need to look like it."
Y/N gives her a look. "You're telling me that you, one of the cruelest of his followers, cares about my wardrobe."
"She does not," Narcissa says. "nor do I, but the Dark Lord's commanded us to do this, so we must oblige."
Sparks wants to say no. To tell them she's fine with her own clothes and that of all things, this should not concern anyone. "Fine, but why don't we just go to my house? All my clothes are there."
"No need." Bellatrix waves her wand towards a room to the left.
Walking to the doorway, Y/N sees that her entire wardrobe has been placed on a stand there.
The room is dark, illuminated by the natural light coming through the windows. Upon further inspection, it's a drawing room. A study of sorts and if the decorations weren't a dead giveaway, the picture of Draco is; It's Narcissa's home office. The ceiling is high like the rest of the house. Bookshelves reach from floor to ceiling and a balcony stretches halfway up them.
The sound of Lestrange waving her wand causes Sparks to jerk in reaction. Once turned around she watches the unknown spell land on the rack and as if it was nothing, all her clothes disappear. Only to be replaced with different ones.
"Hey!"
The woman looks to her with a face that's daring her to challenge it.
"I liked my clothes, thanks. Not to mention some of them cost a fortune."
