Harry appeared with the woman in a darkened corridor which lit up immediately. Turning toward her, he summoned her wand and pocketed it. The woman watched it all helplessly and sighed when Harry unfroze her.
"I had a feeling something like this was going to happen," she muttered before looking around. "Never expected I'd be back here though."
"I thought you'd prefer it to be someplace you knew," he replied easily and began walking. "Come on in."
The woman sighed and walked behind him, and she saw him sitting on the couch. He gestured for her to take a seat.
"I must admit," he began. "When we received that tip off, I expected either Draco or Lucius to come. I never expected you, Narcissa."
Narcissa looked up at him with a frown.
"They couldn't go," she replied.
"Why's that?"
She sighed and looked at him. "Can you take down my glamor?"
Seeing no harm in doing it, Harry obliged and flicked his wand. His breath caught in his throat when he looked at her.
"Merlin, how did this happen?" He whispered, leaning closer and looking at her. Lacerations were open all over her face, reaching down her neck and beneath her robes.
"The Dark Lord cursed everyone who betrayed him upon death. Since the Malfoys were the only ones who ran away, we were the only ones affected," she whispered. "Draco and Lucius died three months ago because they were marked. These marks appeared on all our bodies, but the reaction was much faster on them. They died within 24 hours. Since I was not marked, they are working slower. Still, I feel weaker day by day, and I don't think I have much time to live either."
Harry frowned as he stared at her. In all honesty, the deaths of the two Malfoys didn't affect him in any manner, although he would have preferred for them to suffer for their sins. Now that they were dead, it was worthless to think about it. Narcissa though had not done anything. The only crime she had committed was letting things happen, and in all honesty, he could not blame her for anything. She was not someone he wanted to see suffer. Even though he had paid off his debt, he still held her in a positive light. He knew she had done it only because of her son, but it still counted.
He had the memories of Voldemort, and he knew what curse it was. Luckily for Narcissa, he knew the counter as well.
"Hold still," he said and brandished his wand, placing it on her forehead where the ugly laceration began. It was a shade of dark red, and it made her look like a proper hag. Harry knew Narcissa was a beautiful woman, and this imperfection did not suit her in the slightest. "This is the reason why you were going to sell those artifacts?"
Narcissa nodded, staring at his face. "I've been looking around for buyers for the manor, but no one wants to buy a place where that monster lived. I need the money to consult healers who might know how to cure me."
"They can't," Harry replied before he ran the tip of his wand over the marks, murmuring under his breath. Narcissa's eyes widened when she felt the throbbing pain go away as Harry traced his wand all over her face. Finally, he was done, and she felt as if she had aged back a decade.
"What did you do?"
Harry chuckled. "Lucky for you, I am one of the very few who knows how to counter this curse, and I did it for you. It is an obscure curse and imitates the effects of skin cancer, speeding up the process significantly."
Narcissa reached up and felt her face, and it felt much softer than before. She looked at him in surprise.
"Well, it creates new skin and discards the old cancerous one, so it makes sense for you to look a few years younger," he replied with a shrug. "I doubt you'd mind though."
"Thank you," she said gratefully. Harry stared at her beautiful face and he had to admit that she was stunning. His eyes trailed down her neck and he saw the lacerations continue their way under her clothes. Her eyes followed his, and she blushed when the implications dawned on her.
"I understand," she said and stood up. "Should we take this upstairs?"
Harry nodded and watched as she turned around and walked away. His eyes inadvertently dropped to her rear as it swayed hypnotically. Her rump was large and even under that dress, it looked very curvy. He walked behind her as they climbed up the stairs and they reached the floor shortly.
"This one?" Narcissa asked, earning a nod from Harry. She pushed the door open and entered. Harry followed behind her and shut the door.
Without any prompting on his part, she unbuttoned her robe and pulled it off her, revealing a modest dress that covered every part of her delectable body. Harry's eyes took in her large tits that were straining against the fabric and he saw her reach behind to unzip it.
Barely a minute later, Harry was gazing at the near-naked form of Narcissa Malfoy as she stood in front of him in her black bra and knickers. Her entire ivory skin had turned pink, and angry red lacerations stained her previously porcelain skin.
Harry walked closer, wand held aloft, and Narcissa stood still. She could feel his eyes on every inch of her body, and it sent an odd sense of excitement through her. No man apart from Lucius had seen her like this, and now he was about to see even more.
"I'm going to take your bra and knickers off now," he stated as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
Narcissa's breath hitched slightly when she felt his fingers graze her naked skin, and she could feel his body heat on her back. His hands gently unsnapped her bra, and her breath came out in short gasps when he peeled it off her body. Her tits bounced free, and she saw him throw her bra on the floor.
She could feel him squatting behind her, and her toes curled at the thought of him seeing her naked hips and possibly her bare lower lips as well. She closed her eyes and clenched her fist, gasping, when his fingers grabbed the waistband of her knickers and gently pulled them off her skin.
"Go on," she whispered, and Harry obliged. He slowly dragged her knickers down her wide ass, and Narcissa released a soft breath when he freed her pussy. The cold air made her shiver when it hit her lower lips.
Once he had her knickers down by her feet, she daintily stepped to the side and accidentally bumped his face with her rear. Harry chuckled as she gasped.