Witch's Witches (Sisterhood)
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Chap. 34: Harrods: Witch’s Witches (Sisterhood)
Padma Patil followed her future-sisters with eyes wide open as they maneuvered past the cluster of girls looking at the map. “I’ve found places like this are usually pretty organized,” Sirius told them as he walked ahead, so you’ll find a lot of the same stores close together. Clothes should be this way, and-”
“Got it, thank you,” Daphne said with a grin, then took Tracey’s hand. Padma jumped when the blonde’s other slipped into her hand too. “Flora?”
“I will follow your lead,” the other woman said with a faint smile, “… Daphne.”
She watched the blonde’s head cock to the side. “First name, huh?”
“I believe you started that,” Flora replied quietly, “If you prefer, I can-”
“No, no,” Daphne grinned, surprising Padma with the sincerity in her smile as she looked around the group that Harry had assigned them. “I’ve never had a problem with you or Hestia, and I know you two have never had a particular problem with Harry, Pansy, or us, so I see no reason for antagonism. And, well…”
“Hm,” Flora sounded, and flashed a quick, subtle smile the Ravenclaw barely saw. “Neither Hestia nor I have ever had reason to ‘take a side’. Until now, of course. I believe we have chosen correctly.”
“I also believe that,” Tracey offered quietly. “Harry is…”
“Harry,” Padma finished when the shortest of them trailed off. With many people, she would have worried that they would not understand. Parvati, her twin, probably would, but would not understand it in the same way that Padma herself intended it.
“Exactly,” Daphne chuckled. “For a man, he’s pretty yummy. Er…”
Sirius Black, still ahead of them, turned to glare backward, though she noticed a hint of amusement, “That’s my godson you’re talking about, you know. I don’t need to know how ‘yummy’ he is or isn’t.”
Padma blushed, but Daphne only giggled like Parvati or Lavender would have done, and shared a knowing look with Tracey, “You’re the one eavesdropping on a conversation, Mr. Black. I’m sure that, with all these mu- people around, you could find your focus elsewhere.”
Flora, though, turned to Padma herself, looking down from her much taller perspective, and said quietly, “I notice you react differently.”
Her blush deepened, “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Of course, her denial only made the two younger Slytherins turn to look at her, the blonde’s eyebrows raised, and the short brunette with a look of mild curiosity. Flora explained, her tone neutral and flat, “I merely commented that you reacted differently than I had expected to those comments. It is not my place to conjecture, but if I was asked to, I would say that I suspect- just suspect- that you are more… hm… knowing, than guessing.”
Ahead of them, Sirius groaned, “Really don’t need to know this.”
She tried to deny it again, “I really don’t understand what you’re saying, Miss Carrow, and I-”
Flora blinked twice, “Ah. Was I mistaken?”
“No,” Daphne replied, her bright blue eyes searching Padma’s face, then sweeping down her body and back up, “No… you’re spot on, I think. Sirius? This will do for now, let’s go in here.”
Her face was still dark. She had never been a good liar: the truth was far more important to Padma than any lie.
Except, apparently, saving face among these relative strangers, whether or not she was likely to know them for many years to come.
Still, Padma was pleased to see the change in subject, but more so the finery on display. Modern t-shirts with prints like Parvati and Lavender preferred, either cutesy or displaying the faces of one handsome singer or actor after another, but across the aisle they had stepped onto more staid, conservative clothing. Women’s Polo shirts, Tees without print or with only small logos, even Oxford-styles complete with blazers, blazers and skirts, and even blazers and pants.
Red, Violet, Green, Navy, Midnight blue (her favorite color, which made Padma stop and stare for a few moments). She let her fingers graze across the fabric, which was smooth and even, equal to the finest weave she would ever find in Madam Malkin’s. Only, perhaps, even more consistent.
Then she was pulled away by the hand holding her other arm, “Come on, no stalling. That’s pretty, but we’ll have to come back. First, let’s get rid of Sirius.”
“Hey! I’m supposed to be chaperoning you,” the wizard protested, now from behind them as Daphne had pulled her girlfriend and Padma into the young women’s clothing department, “No ditching me, young lady. Your parents asked us to keep an eye on you, remember?”
“And you are welcome to,” Daphne replied with a sniff, her nose in the air, “But you’re already complaining about the topic of our conversation, which will continue. And if you want to keep a close eye on us young witches in our upper teens while we try on some of these fancy muggle clothes, from the outside in, well… that would be on you, wouldn’t it? I’m sure Harry won’t mind.”
Padma snickered, even though she felt a strange swelling of dread triggered by something… something in how Daphne had said what she had.
“Er… R- Right. I’ll just, er, be over there, across- across the hall,” Sirius spluttered, suddenly red-faced. “In the men’s department.”
“Alright, suit yourself,” Daphne teased.
“You, however,” he shot back, standing up a bit straighter, “must be on your best behavior. And run to find me if you get in the slightest bit of trouble, either magical or mundane. Any trouble at all.”
“Yes, Dad,” Daphne laughed, rolling her eyes again, “I know you’re more familiar with the muggle side of things, but I have been shopping on my own for a while, and I am at least a little familiar with the money. I also can read numbers, and perform maths.”
“Er… Right. Well… again, I’ll just be over there across the hall. Two hours, at most. Then we need to see about lunch, alright?”
Then he was gone, and Padma’s feeling of dread tripled as all three of the other witches present looked right at her. “Anything you want to tell us, Padma? Anything we should know happen recently?”
She swallowed, feeling her face heat again. “Er… N- Nothing comes to mind. Why?”
Flora’s head cocked again, in an eerie mirror of what Daphne had done earlier, “I believe Daphne is referring to the status of your relationship with Potter having changed recently, Miss Patil.”
She almost recoiled, before finding herself backed into a corner, literally, between the rear wall of the department and a clothing rack that held small dresses with thin shoulder straps and narrow waists in a variety of bright colors. “I- I don’t know what you mean,” she tried again, knowing it was foolish.
These witches, these women, were all-but strangers, and yet they each seemed to see right through her.
Tracey, the quietest, smiled faintly, “You have been intimate with him.”
Heat spiked in Padma’s cheeks, and spread further now, merging with the warmth in her chest that thinking about Harry had sparked, sending the burning sensation further, tingling in a wave down to her fingertips, which twitched, and her toes that curled in her comfortable walking shoes (a tip she had learned from Parvati years ago when shopping).
Her body was such a traitor!
“I’m r-really confused,” she tried again, “I’m pretty openly into witches, so I’m not sure why you would assume-”
“That you had sex with Harry on the night of his party?” Tracey asked quietly.
She forced herself to giggle, all too familiar with acting like her twin, enough to even convince their parents sometimes that they were wrong about which sister they were talking to, “What? That doesn’t even make any sense. I’m a lesbian, I wouldn’t-”
None of them seemed to buy it.
Tracey merely smiled softly. Daphne grinned triumphantly, “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.”
Flora Carrow, older, taller, pretty if not beautiful, did no such thing, made no outward expression at all aside from one thing: Her left eyebrow raised.
Of course, it was her that leaned a little forward, “Ah… yes. I shall have to inform Hestia. Your eyes dilate when you lie. Tell me, did you enjoy it? As a lesbian myself, I am somewhat worried about taking that step with Potter.”
That declaration brought Padma’s brain to a screeching, bone-crunching halt. Not just hers, though. In an instant, both the younger Slytherins had whirled on Flora, all pretense of ‘Slytherin stoicism’ vanished in avid, teenage gossipy interest. “Oh,” Daphne smiled broadly, “Something you need to tell us, Flora? I was under the impression that you and your sister were strictly off-limits to anyone, ever. Has that changed?”
Suddenly off-balance, both figuratively and literally as she stepped back as if struck across the face, Flora’s mouth gaped, showing more emotion than Padma, and she suspected the other two, had ever seen on her face. “I- I-”
“Leave her alone,” Padma murmured, unsure why. It wasn’t like Tracey and Daphne were being mean, or even pestering their House-mate. In fact, if anything, they were simply genuinely curious in the same way that Lavender and her own twin would be. And, curse her, that Padma herself was.
“I haven’t forgotten you,” Daphne shot back with a glance and a giggle, “but this is new-new! Flora Carrow, the Untouchable, has interest in someone else? I can imagine being a lesbian might’ve been hard for you, given your family history, but-”
“It is not like that,” Flora sniffed suddenly, drawing herself up to her full height. “And it is not like that. Were we not just asking Padma how her night was? I am curious, that is all.”
“We’ll get back to that,” Daphne promised, “Now, come on. What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“When Flora lies,” Tracey offered, “her left eyebrow drops and the right side of her mouth creases.”
Flora froze.
Tracey smiled gently again, “You are not the only person who notices subtle clues, Flora. I will not use this against you, nor will Daphne. I can assure you of that. We are on the same side. Of that, I am certain.”
The older witch swallowed.
Again, Padma felt herself feeling sympathy for the other, who was possibly the least ‘normal’ among them as far as mental processes went. And considering how Luna Lovegood and Tracey Davis herself was, that was saying something. She sighed, and decided that this time, at least, she would take the spell for the team.
Even if she hated it.
“Yes, I shagged Harry,” she sighed quietly, “and yes, it was the night of the party, after most people had gone home or to bed.”
“Details, please,” Tracey whispered, then added, “Time, location? What did you wear? What was Harry wearing?”
Padma rolled her eyes, the too-familiar heat back in her cheeks. At least she’d already told most of this to Lavender and Parvati, which, she hoped, would make this a bit easier. Why did she even care, though? Simply…
Padma was smart. She knew which direction the winds were blowing. There were too many clues already, at least for her. Even the last few minute’s conversation would’ve convinced her, if nothing else had.
They were, then, ‘on the same side’.
“I wore a midnight blue lingerie set much like one Parvati owns, though hers is gold,” Padma sighed, then glanced around quietly. No one was watching, but she had seen a few of the store’s staff glance their way. Even relatively hidden in a corner, she knew they would have to move soon, so she turned to the rack of admittedly pretty sun-dresses and started leafing through them, “Close to the suit I saw before. It had little silver stars woven in… it’s my favorite set.”
All three of the others listened intently, though Flora, at least, made some attempt to pretend to leaf through another rack blindly.
“As for the rest… it was late, well after midnight… I could smell the others on him. Lavender- Brown, if you didn’t know. Pansy Parkinson, and that Vane girl, even though she was still shagging Weasley in the garden most of the last half of the night. He… wasn’t wearing much. The same clothes as before, but, well, you know… he took them off before we… did it. And as for where…”
Padma did not know it herself, but the others shared a glance as a sort of dreamy, far away expression stole over her face as she spoke. “It was… after we’d talked. About my goals, my plans for the future. What I wanted out of life. A child or two, yes, probably. Maybe. But not just to be a trophy, or a breed-mare. I want to see the stars up close, to travel beyond our world. Most people when I tell them that… scoff. Or do not understand. Or…”
She sighed again, smiling now as her fingers slowed on the dresses, her eyes even less focused, “Harry didn’t. He listened, he paid attention. Expressed interest… even asked questions when he didn’t know, or I glossed over something. And then he promised me that even if we never… did anything, he would support me as best he could. And I knew that he would be the one, so I decided… well, I had planned perhaps simply to show him ‘the goods’, so to speak. But after that… I decided there was no reason to wait. And yes, Flora, he was most kind and attentive, and gentle. And yes, I did. Multiple times. He is…”
“Very skilled,” Tracey finished knowingly.
Padma nodded, the blush back, but this time without the heat, which felt strange to her. “Very.”
Daphne grinned, “Oh, that’s so sweet… our first time, he caught me masturbating in the Library, can you believe it? And I’d said his name, and he went down on me, then asked, and I was already so wound up I could not say no. Little did I know I was randy because of his little pet, but… I can’t blame him.”
“You were not randy because of his pet,” Tracey giggled quietly, “I was awake when you left. If you’d said something I would have taken care of you, but I assumed you wanted to do it yourself that night. You were muttering about touching yourself somewhere quiet, where no one would bother you.”
Daphne, this time, turned scarlet. As the palest among them, it amused Padma to see just how red she could turn. “Y- Yes, w- well, as… as I’ve said previously, my memories of that night are- fuzzy. Very fuzzy.”
Tracey spoke next, “I was surrounded by friends and my girlfriend, who watched as Harry claimed me. My blood kept us all safe for the year.”
“Vitae Veritas Aegis?” Flora asked quietly.
Daphne nodded, “Yes. Pansy’s idea, but she didn’t want Tracey to do it. Tracey insisted, and I… well, I have a hard time saying no to her. And as I’d already been with Potter, I… I knew he would at least be mostly respectful. He was. Very, actually, as he has been since. That’s why I wrote up the Concubine Contract for him. The new version is… generous. He will be their father in all but name, and that only officially. They will grow up calling him that. And how he has treated Astoria, since…”
Padma did not know why that made Tracey give her girlfriend a knowing smile, or Flora cock her head to the side again, but whatever it was, the blonde shook her head a moment later, “He is a good man. A worthy one. I… I did not ever expect to enjoy being… filled. But I have never failed to enjoy it with him.”
“As a bisexual witch,” Tracey added, “I had suspected he would. I have… experimented with others, but he was the only man I ever went to intercourse with, and he will probably be the last. He satisfies an urge that Daphne cannot fully, not even with our toys.”
“I think I know what you mean,” Padma said quietly. “I… I really do prefer women, and strongly. But I… enjoyed that night. It was different from what I expected, but not bad. In no way was it bad, in fact. Even the pain was fleeting and minor.”
“My hymen was broken years ago by my sister,” Flora told them, “and I have broken hers. That will not be a problem for us.”
Again, the other Slytherins gasped, but this time Padma felt comfortable enough to grin as well, “Oh, so there is something there? I may not have been a Slytherin, but I’ve heard a few things about the Untouchable Carrows myself, even in Ravenclaw. Daphne might be your ‘Ice Queen’, but you two are even less approachable in the eyes of most. What’s changed now?”
Flora frowned, “We… Hestia and I, we do not seek to be… unapproachable. We are simply different.”
“I know,” Padma assured her, and gently reached out to put a hand on Flora’s upper arm, cupping it kindly, not tightly. “I believe that of all of Harry’s… ‘friends’, Luna Lovegood, Tracey here, and myself are the closest to knowing what it is like for you and Hestia, Flora. We are all different, in some way. That doesn’t mean that others will understand. They might see you as unapproachable, I only saw you as an older witch, myself. Actually, a peer in many ways. There are not many in Hogwarts who I can say match my own rather impressive intellect.”
“And humility,” Daphne teased, grinning.
“That, too,” Padma replied, smiling back.
“This is not a matter of intellect, however,” Tracey reminded them, “but one of emotion. And those who keep a tight handle on them must, I think, feel them deeply to require that. Therefore, Flora Carrow, our new friend, our new ‘sister’… what has changed?”
Flora sighed, her shoulders slumping, then pulled her wand slightly out of the long sleeves she wore. “One moment.”
The wand, hidden by her hand, touched her own forehead as she whispered, “Legilimens.”
A few moments later, while the others gaped at her or each other, the wand came down. “Hestia agrees. I… I will tell you. Harry is our Lord, in the classic sense. We have, in secret, sworn ourselves to him, as is the way of our… coven.”
“Coven?” Daphne whispered, “The old…?”
Flora nodded, “There are simply two. Hestia and myself, but yes. We chose him as our Speaker. He does not understand why we call him our liege-lord, but we have not explained. At this time, we do not wish him to know.”
“I don’t understand myself,” Padma admitted, her eyes darting between the two taller witches.
Daphne glanced her way, “A coven is- No, you know that, of course. A Speaker, in this case, is often the male member of a coven, the only one, who is there mostly to speak to beings the witches would not be safe communing with. Also to protect them if it comes to it, to protect the group family. In many ways… it’s like what Harry is building, only more formal in some aspects and less formal in others.”
“Like… a Warlock?”
“Similar,” Tracey agreed quietly, “but the terms have some differences. A Speaker is a father, a husband, a protector, not simply a protector and guardian. An equal to the Seanmàthair of the Coven, rather than a powerful wizard.”
Padma frowned, “Is that Scottish?”
“Ah, my apologies,” Tracey nodded, “Goodmother, a Matriarch. And yes, it was Scottish Gaelic.”
“He is our husband,” Flora clarified, “Or we wish him to be. Our oaths were sworn. If not him, we will have no other.”
Padma watched as Tracey and Daphne shared a significant look. The brunette gave a subtle nod, and the blonde turned back to the older. “Carrow… no. Flora. You have our support, both of you. Not simply as lesbian witches who have found a good man to share to fill certain needs… but as future sisters. I don’t know what the future holds, but you can include us in your plans. You can include us in them… so long as you do not intend harm to Harry and our family. I know that you don’t, I’m simply clarifying that if that changes…”
Flora nodded hesitantly herself, still looking a bit uncomfortable, but much relieved, “It will not.”
“Then we are sisters,” Daphne told her softly, “If not formally, than in intent and family all the same. Say the word, and we will assist you with Harry in any way we can.”
That made Flora grin, with an almost wolfish grin, “I believe that between us, Hestia and I have Harry ‘well in hand’ already. Padma was not the only one to do things with him that night…”