Silver Eyes

Chapter Four

A sigh escaped from me as I finished getting ready the next morning, mainly since it was finally time to face the music and deal with this Marriage Law. The fact that the four men I was set to marry would be arriving soon also didn't help with my nerves.

I had sent them each a letter yesterday afternoon, with a set password to get through the floo system, that would be set to be active around now.

It would give us an hour before needing to get to the Ministry to give our vows.

Something we'd need considering I wasn't familiar with three of my four soon-to-be husbands.

"You've grown up well," mused Marcus Flint, a man I knew vaguely during my first and second years at Hogwarts. "Though that's not too surprising."

"If that was to be a compliment, then you should work on that," I shot back with a cold smile even as I motioned for him to take a seat at the dining room table. "Let's wait for the others."

Though we'd have to meet Rabastan Lestrange at the ministry considering he was currently a prisoner there, having been taken from Azkaban, for the last few months.

Another secret that had been kept from us.

The last two showed up together, which was a bit surprising.

"My cousin had gone on about you being as unruly as a troll with looks to match," mused Alastair Malfoy causing me to fight back the urge to hex the other, "seems he was blind."

"Why you'd listen to anything that rat would say is what I want to know," shot back Lysander Nott with a scoff even as they both moved to where I was standing near the entrance of the floo room. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Black."

"It's actually Lord Black," I corrected before motioning them to follow me through the house to the dining room. "As you're already away, I'm Lord Celeste Black, you're soon to be bonded wife. I'd say it was a pleasure, but seeing as this wasn't in my plans for the future, I'd be lying."

My response only got a smirk from Nott and a raised eyebrow from Malfoy.

Harry had been slightly annoyed at me picking a Malfoy, but there wasn't many choices for me to choose from and I wasn't going to pick him or one of the Weasley boys.

"I'm Alastair Malfoy," offered Malfoy next with a dip of his head even as he glanced at a silent Marcus Flint. "Draco Malfoy is my cousin through my mother's side of the family."

I hadn't even been aware that Lucius Malfoy had siblings, let alone a sister.

"Lysander Nott," stated Nott next as he slouched into the seat across from Marcus, "I'm a distant relative to Theodore Nott, not that he would admit to such."

In truth, before that list came in I hadn't been aware of there being any others around my age from the other Noble Houses. Especially from the ones who took Riddle's side in the war.

Now they seemed to be coming out of the woodwork.

"Right," I sighed out while settling into the chair at the head of the table. "There are a few things I wanted to go over before we head to the ministry and give our vows."

Because it was our only real chance.

"First, I want a vow from each of you that you will not harm willingly or unwillingly my godson Teddy, Theodore, Lupin. This is nonnegotiable. Secondly, while each of you will be my husbands, and gain the title of Consort Black, one of you will take up the main mantle."

Seeing as very rarely did one marry more than one person.

"It'll have to be one of your other husbands," stated Marcus as he leaned back in his chair, "as I will be taking up my title and responsibility as Lord Flint."

Meaning I'd have to do the same as Lady Flint.

Great, more fucking responsibilities.

Which reminded me.

"I'm also Lady McKinnon," I added with a sigh having not thought too much about the fact that my mother also came from a Noble House. "Meaning I'll need another one of you to take the spot of Lord McKinnon, even if all choices for the House will remain under my preview."

"Lestrange would be best to make Consort Black as the oldest of your husbands," answered Lysander, and it would take to call them by their first names, "while as the next oldest without a title, I'd be Lord McKinnon."

From the way Alastair only nodded in agreement I at least knew they would fight over this.

Mainly since the titles did come with responsibility.

"Now take the vow to not bring harm in any form to my godson via yourself or another or something," I ordered while gaining to my feet and holding my hand out to Marcus first. "I am being ordered to marry you or lose my magic, there is nothing forcing me to keep you alive after."

One should always look for the loopholes in everything.

None of them denied my demand, only got to their feet, and then we were going through the motions for them to give their vows with their magic being placed on the line.

Mainly since that would hurt them more than losing their lives.

~ Ministry of Magic ~

And here I believed I wouldn't have to come to this horrid place again anytime soon after the last trial was held. Yet, here I was all but against my will back here to get married.

Someday I might just see this place burnt to the ground.

"You were almost late," warned Kingsley as we ambled into his office with me in the lead, as I hadn't even waited to be called in or announced but walked right in. "Celeste, meet your fourth husband, Rabastan Lestrange."

"Let's get the show on the road," I stated with a narrowed look shot to the silent Rabastan. "I don't have all day to play fetch for the ministry. Do it get on with it, Kings."

Anyone else would have been in trouble for speaking that way to the current Minister of Magic, but I've fought by this man's side for a few years now. He knew how I was by now.

There was also the fact that I had also slept with Kings during the war.

A fact that I wouldn't be bringing to light anytime soon.

Kingsley: