All that pride. All that arrogance. Built entirely upon ignorance.
"So what happens now?" Narcissa asked.
"Now you get to meet my king..."
— Serafall —
Serafall pouted slightly as she stared across the garden table at Narcissa Malfoy, the newest bishop in her son Harry's peerage. The platinum-haired blonde woman was undeniably stunning. Her silver hair shimmered in the Underworld sunlight. She had the sort of figure and elegance that could turn heads even in the circles of High-Class devils.
Serafall sighed inwardly, resting her chin in one delicate hand. Damn it-she had hoped to remain the only sexy MILF in Harry's life, at least for a little while longer.
They were both currently sitting outside, in the spacious backyard gardens of the Sitri clan's luxurious family manor. The entire estate sprawled magnificently across lush, perfectly trimmed lawns filled with rare flowers from across the Underworld.
A short distance away, Serafall glanced over and spotted Harry and Sona, who were both enthusiastically playing tennis with Serafall's parents, Sebastian and Selene Sitri. It was an intense and competitive match. Serafall noticed with amusement that both teams were quietly using subtle magic to cheat. She smiled to herself-if devils weren't cheating a little bit, then they simply weren't trying hard enough.
"It's truly an honor to meet you, Lady Leviathan," Narcissa said politely, pulling Serafall's attention back to her. Narcissa offered a respectful smile, clearly still nervous and a bit unsure of herself in this new world. "You're really Harry's mother?" Narcissa asked curiously, tilting her head in disbelief as her eyes traveled over Serafall's youthful appearance. "You look... so incredibly young."
Serafall smirked playfully at that. She leaned back comfortably in her chair, gracefully crossing her legs. "Oh, looks can be very deceiving when it comes to devils, Narcissa," she explained lightly. "At a minimum, even the weakest devils are estimated to live around ten thousand years. And powerful devils-such as myself or Harry-can theoretically live forever, staying young and beautiful eternally."
Narcissa's blue eyes widened in genuine shock. She sat frozen for a second, her mouth slightly open, stunned at the implications of this revelation. "That's amazing!" Narcissa finally exclaimed breathlessly, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. "So... I'll truly remain young and beautiful forever?"
Serafall regarded Narcissa thoughtfully for a moment, slowly letting her gaze drift down the blonde woman's flawless body, examining her carefully. "Oh yes, you will," Serafall said. "That is... unless I convince my darling son Harry to reverse the transformation and remove his evil piece, thus turning you human again." She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table and clasping her hands beneath her chin, meeting Narcissa's eyes intently. "So I suppose that makes it your job now to convince me why I shouldn't do exactly that?" Serafall added with an obvious threat.
Narcissa stared at Serafall, eyes wide in shock and surprise, clearly caught completely off guard by those words. Narcissa took a deep breath, looking genuinely worried.
She slowly admitted that she still didn't fully understand everything happening around her. For all she knew, this could still be some strange, vivid dream. After all, the sky above was literally purple. Was she really sitting in the Underworld right now, talking with an actual devil? It seemed so impossible. Despite that confusion, Narcissa's expression suddenly turned very serious and desperate.
"Please," Narcissa begged softly. "I'm asking you, don't do that to me. Don't force me to go back to Lucius, especially after Harry went through the trouble of saving me." She shuddered visibly at just the thought of her husband. "For the first time in over twenty years, I don't feel the magical binding contract squeezing and controlling my magic. I've felt that pressure every single day since marrying him, and now it's finally gone. I finally feel free!"
Serafall snorted at Narcissa's words, shaking her head slightly in amusement. She looked at the other woman with a raised eyebrow and an ironic smile. "Free?" Serafall repeated dryly. "My dear Narcissa, you're definitely not free. You're now eternally bound as my son Harry's devil servant. You'll belong to him forever. Does that sound like freedom to you?"
To Serafall's surprise, Narcissa didn't even hesitate or flinch at that revelation. Instead, she straightened her back proudly, meeting Serafall's eyes without a hint of shame or regret. "I would gladly trade an eternity at the side of a kind, noble, and handsome young man like Harry Sitri over another single year trapped with Lucius Malfoy," Narcissa said firmly, without any hesitation. "I'd make that choice every single time."
Serafall paused at her words, studying Narcissa's determined face carefully. After a second, she finally allowed herself a small smile, nodding in approval. "Hmph. At least you have the right idea," Serafall admitted proudly. She leaned back in her chair again, crossing her arms beneath her ample chest, considering her next words carefully. Finally, she sighed softly, her playful tone growing more serious.
"Let me make one thing clear, Narcissa," Serafall said, her voice firm. "I love Harry-kun and So-tan. I LOVE THEM! They mean everything to me." She leaned forward again, her blue eyes intensely focused. "And because I LOVE them, I refuse to allow anything or anyone to hurt them. I won't let trouble find my family if I can possibly help it!"
"Oh..." Narcissa's blue eyes widened slightly, realization dawning on her beautiful face. Her pale cheeks flushed pink as she clearly understood the implication of Serafall's words. Or, at least, she would in the future.
Serafall noticed the blush and smirked inwardly. She continued firmly. "Right now, Narcissa, you're an inconvenience to Harry. A complication that he's brought on himself because my sweet, kind-hearted son is far too nice."
Narcissa looked startled by Serafall's blunt accusation. "What exactly do you mean by that?" she asked nervously.
Serafall sighed and adjusted herself in her chair, carefully explaining the serious situation in simple terms. "You see," she began, "when someone first becomes a devil servant, their demonic power is still unstable. They need to remain near their master constantly, or else the magic that transformed them can become corrupted and uncontrollable." Serafall's expression darkened slightly as she went on. "If that happens, Narcissa, you'll become what's known as a 'Stray Devil.' A corrupted monster that we'd have no choice but to eliminate."
Narcissa paled visibly, horrified at the idea. "That doesn't sound good..."
"Do you understand the issue now?" Serafall pressed calmly. "The real problem is that you, Narcissa Malfoy, are the very recognizable ex-wife of a notorious Death Eater-one of the direct subordinates of Harry's sworn enemy, Voldemort himself. And due to this unstable period, you'll need to physically be around Harry for at least an hour each and every day, for the next few years." Serafall gave another weary sigh. "But Harry is a student at Hogwarts, as you already know. So tell me, Narcissa, exactly how are you planning to stay around him all the time without arousing suspicion? How will you avoid causing a scandal or worse?" She shook her head softly, looking sternly at the other woman. "And what do you think everyone in the wizarding world would say if they learned their 'Boy-Who-Lived' suddenly had the ex-wife of Lucius Malfoy following him around everywhere? Do you think they'd just ignore it?" Serafall leaned forward further, her expression completely serious now. "The very existence of devils and the peerage system itself is something we absolutely cannot afford to reveal openly to the wizarding world. At least not yet. If that secret got out prematurely, it would bring endless trouble directly onto Harry's shoulders. And I simply will not allow that." Serafall's voice finally softened slightly. "So you understand why I say you're an inconvenience, Narcissa? You weren't exactly planned. Harry saved you out of kindness and compassion. Admirable, yes-but it creates a complicated problem we now have to solve..."
Narcissa lowered her head. "I'm truly sorry for the inconvenience I caused your son. But, I swear to you, I will find a way to make this right. He saved me from that slave marriage contract. He's like the fairy tale prince I always read about in stories growing up, but never thought was real. I never thought a woman like me deserved to be rescued, especially now. I want to repay him. I don't want to inconvenience him, but I don't want to leave his side either." Narcissa said and glanced over to the tennis court towards Harry. "Please don't force me away..." she begged.
Serafall couldn't help but find herself smiling warmly at Narcissa's earnest words. She allowed the tense atmosphere she'd deliberately created to fade away, her expression becoming gentler and more affectionate.
"Of course, I'm not actually going to send you away," Serafall said softly. "You're Harry's precious peerage member now. That makes you family to us."
Narcissa blinked several times in rapid succession, clearly surprised. Her plump red lips parted slightly as she stared in confusion at Serafall.
"Wait...was all of this some sort of test?" Narcissa finally asked in disbelief.
Serafall just responded with a playful smirk, tilting her head slightly in amusement. Seeing the other woman's shocked expression was genuinely entertaining.
Narcissa's surprise quickly turned into an adorably indignant pout. She crossed her slender arms beneath her impressive breasts and gave Serafall a disapproving look.
"That was cruel, you know," Narcissa muttered quietly.
Serafall chuckled lightly, gently placing her hand on Narcissa's shoulder to comfort her. "I'm sorry about that," she said kindly, her tone sincere despite the teasing twinkle in her eyes. "But I had to be certain, you see. I had to know you'd be loyal to my precious son. I'm sure you can understand-a mother always worries."
At that, Narcissa's frown softened slightly. She lowered her gaze and sighed deeply, looking somewhat lost.
"I wish..." Narcissa began quietly, her voice filled with sadness, "I truly wish that I could be as proud of Draco as you clearly are of Harry. But sadly, Draco is dead to me now. He is no longer the son I once knew."
Serafall's playful demeanor instantly vanished upon hearing the sorrow and pain in Narcissa's voice. She reached out gently and lifted the other woman's chin, guiding her gaze upward until their eyes met directly. "I'm sincerely sorry to hear that," Serafall said, her voice gentle and understanding. She held Narcissa's gaze a moment longer, then her lips curved into a teasing smile as she leaned in slightly closer.
"But now you'll have hundreds-no, thousands-of years ahead of you to have more babies with Harry," Serafall whispered mischievously, a playful sparkle returning to her eyes. "Trust me, Narcissa, it won't take long before you completely forget about Draco or that pathetic ex-husband of yours. You'll have plenty of passionate nights and new adorable little devils running around soon enough!"
Narcissa's eyes widened dramatically, her porcelain cheeks flushing an intense shade of pink. She quickly pulled away, stuttering and embarrassed. "W-what?" Narcissa gasped in shock, bringing a hand up to her flushed cheek. "You-I-Harry is..."
Serafall burst into delighted laughter at Narcissa's reaction. She found the elegant woman's sudden flustered state absolutely adorable.
"Oh, relax," Serafall teased gently, leaning back again with a satisfied grin. "We're devils now, after all!"
— Harry —
Thankfully, I had planned out Hermione's transformation into a devil time wise, even if Narcissa's had been a spur-of-the-moment kind of decision. I made sure we did it on a Friday evening, right after classes ended. That way, Hermione would have the entire weekend to get used to her new powers and identity. It also gave Narcissa a couple of days to adjust along with her.
After spending the early part of Saturday relaxing with Aunt Sona and my grandparents-my grandparents turned out to be a very competitive couple-my family gave my peerage and I some private time to bond by ourselves.
I took the opportunity to personally introduce Hermione and Narcissa to the Underworld, their new second home. Even if we wouldn't be living here full time for years yet, maybe even decades. I wasn't in a rush to leave Earth behind just yet.
Regardless, we had two days to enjoy ourselves here before heading back to Hogwarts. Part of me did feel a bit guilty leaving Fleur and Gabrielle behind at Hogwarts. But their mother, Apolline, had arrived to spend time with them after the First Task, so they were busy having their own family bonding anyway.
I led Hermione and Narcissa through the streets of Lilith, the grand capital city of the Underworld.
In the distance, I could see the palace of the Four Great Maou. Technically, that was supposed to be the official residence for them, though none of the Four Satans actually chose to live there permanently. Mum said that it was mostly just for appearances or official events.
Hermione eagerly took in every single detail of this magical city around us, pausing often to stare. "So this is the capital city of devils?" Hermione asked softly, looking around in awe. "This is Lilith, right?"
"Yes," I replied. "This is Lilith. It's basically the center of devil society. Think of it as our magical version of London, but bigger and a lot cleaner. Probably less crime too, because the Maou's don't mess around when it comes to security."
Hermione giggled softly at my explanation and moved a little closer, gently slipping her hand into mine. I smiled down at her, squeezing her fingers gently.
Glancing over, I saw Narcissa eyeing Hermione's gesture with mild surprise. Narcissa was clearly unsure how to interact with the two of us yet. Probably because she was twice as old as us as well. Although in Devil society, age didn't really matter that much.
I glanced over at Narcissa and saw the uncertainty in her eyes. I reached out with my free hand and gently took hers in mine. Her hand was soft, very soft. Narcissa glanced down in surprise at the contact, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. But she didn't pull away from my grip. Instead, after a hesitant pause, she let her fingers carefully lace themselves through mine.
Next to me, Hermione let out a resigned little sigh. She squeezed my other hand lightly and shook her head, a small smile on her pretty lips. "My boyfriend, the devilish playboy," she said with affectionate teasing. Then, she leaned closer and pressed a soft, gentle kiss against my cheek, making sure Narcissa saw it clearly.
