Chapter 26. Black cat.

"Now..." Altair was reading a transfiguration book. 'The anima reversion spell.' "What if we try it, mother?" the little kitten was under the effect of a confundus. Her mental abilities were erratic. One moment she would have incredible occlusion shields and the next they would be like a baby's.

Altair cast the spell. It was simple, at first it caused a small de-transformation in the animagus. The de-transformation started a chain reaction where the body transformed into its human form to avoid being harmed. The spell is harmless and an expert in mental arts animagus could avoid transforming. There are not many of those. Bellatrix would be a rare example if she hadn't spent 16 years in Azkaban.

When her mother's body appeared, she was naked. He ignored that; the room was warm. He transfigured some ropes and tied her up with magic. Maybe it was excessive, but he wasn't going to take any chances.

"Waaa-ah?" the woman stammered. Altair couldn't help but notice the woman's resemblance to his sister, Andromeda. While Andromeda had brown hair, Bellatrix had jet-black hair. Her eyes were gray and her face was more angular than her sister's. She was a little thin, not as much as expected of a fugitive.

"Bellatrix?" he wanted to talk to her. But he didn't know what about.

"Baby? Baby!" she screamed. "How long has it been?" he asked when, in a moment of sanity, he shook off the influence of the confundus, his eyes remained serious as he looked at him. "No! Bad Bella! Andy said not to show yourself," she writhed in her bonds. "Don't see mama like this! Lilylu said it wasn't time yet... I'm ugly!" she began to cry. "Oops, am I naked? Do you want to fuck mama? That's not possible. Your father destroyed me! That damn demon, he made me useless!", she was throwing a tantrum. "But you can have Andy, she's almost as pretty as me. And her brat can change into my form. Or I can give you one of my hairs, can you make a multi-juice portion, baby? Lilylu said you were good at potions," she continued rambling on for minutes. Altair listened in silence with a complicated expression.

"I used a spell to turn you back into a human," he said simply. He didn't know what to say to her comments about fucking her. That possibility didn't even cross his mind.

"Oh, silly Bella. You realized she was a cat... am I a bad kitty?" She stared at the floor for a few seconds. "My son is wonderful, of course, he would have noticed," she looked up happily. "Why am I tied up, baby? I don't like it. It reminds me of..." She paused as she began to tremble.

Altair instinctively untied her. Apparently, her father was not a kind demon. He wondered if her mother's mind had broken before or after Azkaban.

"It was insurance. I don't trust you," his face looked sad as he listened to her. 'I want you to tell me what happened," she nodded effusively, before denying it in the same way.

"NO! I don't want to remember!" she clutched her hair with her hands. "The dark lord asked me for a task. I accepted without asking, I would have given him everything except my daughter. My little Lyra, is she okay? They told me she got engaged to the fucking blond, should I kill him?" she rambled again.

"What task did the dark lord give you?", 'I'll make him wish to be dead', he continued in his mind.

"Who? Oh, yes! He asked me to have a child with a demon... I was happy, I would have another baby, Rodolphus seemed happier up his brother's ass than with me, Lyra isn't even his, pff! Look at my baby, being the most powerful and loyal servant of the Dark Lord. Then I met As- Ahhh!" she began to shout. As if the name hurt to say.

"Shh, calm down, mother," Altair didn't know how to console her, her mind seemed beyond repair. He simply held her to his chest.

"Mother! Yes, I'm your mom! When you were born you were so small, smaller than your little sister. You were so beautiful. Your eyes were warm and beautiful, even though they were the same color as... him. A year after you were born, I proudly brought you to my master. I even thought you would receive the mark when you turned one. He... hurt you, you cried and that damned Severus held me while he watched. In the end, the man cursed you and ordered me to throw you into an orphanage, but I couldn't. I couldn't leave my baby. I never regretted going with the dirty blood, oh, I say Lilylu. She taught me to take care of you and then she fucked the dark lord, who would have thought that filthy Muggles could give birth to someone like her," she began to laugh maniacally. "I should have taken Lyra with me that day too. Are you two fighting? I don't want my babies to fight," she caressed his cheeks gently, despite the madness that shone in her eyes.

"Do you love me?" he asked shyly. The overload of sensations prevented him from asking all the questions he wanted.

"A thousand and one million times yes," she replied, kissing his cheek. She took his face in her hands and cradled it against his bare chest. Altair felt no lust at that moment. His mind was filled with a strange feeling. "Don't cry, baby! Mommy's here!"

"Why did you give yourself up?" She could have fled and raised him in exile.

"I wanted you to be able to walk down the street without looking over your shoulder... if I'd known you'd end up with Lucy and Cissy... I'd have killed them and their spawn," the voice sounded sinister as it whispered into her son's hatred.

"I'll take care of them..." he whispered back as she raised her head. "I'll try to talk to Lyra... no promises."

"I can spank her if she misbehaves," she had her eyes wide open as she nodded.

"You need to go back to your animagus form... I don't know who's a friend and who's an enemy, I'll tell you when you can transform back into a human. Don't tell Lily or Andy about this. Promise."

"I'm your servant!" she gave him an excited smile. "Look," she showed him her back where she had the same symbol on her shoulder blade as Lavender. "My baby will treat me well... not like that noseless bastard."

"Good!" Altair sighed a little in amazement. That mark gave him a certain power over her. She was crazy, whether she loved him or not, she was dangerous, he didn't want her to hurt anyone who didn't deserve to be hurt. The mark was like insurance. "I want to go back to my room. I'm physically and mentally tired."

"Yes, I watched you practice, you looked so cute, but you did it wrong. No! You're perfect. But your posture was horrible," she covered her mouth before continuing to talk. He smiled.

"Would you like to train me?" he asked. Ignoring how his heart pumped with the idea.

"Yes!" she shouted as she hugged him. "Shall we start today?" she caressed his chest with emotion.

"No... we'll start tomorrow. I hope to learn from you," the situation was a bit awkward. Even if he wanted to have a relationship with her mother, there was little they could talk about. She had spent sixteen years in Azkaban with the thought of her children to keep her... less crazy? 'Maybe being without us made her crazier.'

"Good. You will tell me about your coven, I want to meet the mothers of my grandchildren, may I?" she asked shyly.

"You will... in time. I will take care of healing your head first," he said.

"Am I hurt?" she began to touch herself like crazy. Altair smiled sadly.

"Don't worry about that. Now, let's go back to my room, we need to rest," she nodded as she jumped on him. Halfway through the air, she transformed into a beautiful black cat.