Authors Note: This chapter is very short, but I felt that it needed to be here.
Chapter 7: - Mother’s Intuition
Narcissa Malfoy was a respected woman. She ran her household with the utmost of care and took an active role in raising her only son. The members of the Black family expected her marriage to Lucius and at a young age, at that. She supported her husband’s role within the Dark Lord’s circle, yet her hatred for Muggles and Muggleborns didn’t run nearly as deep. Ever thankful that Lucius had not insisted she become a Death Eater, her position was to remain somewhat neutral so that Draco would always be assured parental guidance. Even as a child Narcissa didn’t understand the seething anger that ran through her father’s veins at the mention of a Mudblood wizard. She could never find it in her heart to be as unforgiving as the other Blacks, often wishing to express her concern over the matter with her rebellious cousin, Sirius, or her sister, Andromeda – who had been considered an outcast after her marriage to Ted Tonks. Yet no one knew her true feelings, least of all Lucius or Draco. Continuing to support the choices her husband made just as she had always done with her father, Narcissa lived her life as a shadow of her true self.
Having hidden such feelings for so long she could recognize when either her husband or son wasn’t being truthful. And right now her instincts told her that Draco was hiding something that he didn’t want discovered. He had always confided in her as a little boy, but as the years went on she’d noticed a transition in his personality. He became more introverted. His brow was more furrowed as if always lost in thoughts of deep concern. And now he wasn’t sleeping. She knew that something was amiss.
Many times Narcissa had tried to talk to Draco about his future. He’d always been so prepared to step up and take his place amongst the Dark Lord’s supporters. However, something in her heart told her he was no longer ready. Something or someone had changed his mind. Perhaps it was the same as it had been with her, yet Draco had always been eager to study the Dark Arts with his father. He had been eager to be sorted into Slytherin House at Hogwarts, eager to spit on everything that Dumbledore stood for. Narcissa had never been eager about it, but willing. Throughout her entire upbringing it was her will that let her remain what she was born into.
Narcissa was quite certain. Draco had met someone that had changed his mind.
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Weeks passed and the summer was brighter for Draco and Ginny. They hadn’t discovered a way to deal with the upcoming problem, but they were making the best of things. Each night, they looked forward to floating away into their dream knowing they would meet up and spend hours in each others arms. They talked less and less of their grave situation, in hopes of it disappearing all together. Denial seemed the sweeter choice.
His father had successfully broken out of Azkaban and he and the other Death Eaters were in hiding. Where, Draco knew not. His mother had only told him that the Portkey had taken them somewhere safe. The Ministry of Magic was looking for them, of course. As, he assumed, was the Order. Each day the Daily Prophet warned other wizards of the escape and gave their pictures. His father’s face looked gaunt as it stared up at him from the unrolled parchment. It was almost unrecognizable to Draco. He knew Lucius was now with the Dark Lord and plans were moving forward. He hadn’t asked how his mother was keeping contact with his father, but he just assumed Peter was sending word.
Blinka continued to supply Draco with his difficult ingredient, always leaving it in the bottom of his wardrobe to ensure its concealment. Narcissa stopped asking him questions about his mood or his whereabouts. And there were only a few weeks left until his return to Hogwarts. He just had to get through one day at a time.
Ginny spent her afternoons playing in the air with Ron and Harry. Hermione was to visit soon and she couldn’t be happier. Days having girl chat with Hermione and nights spent with Draco in her dreams…she couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to wrap up the summer.
They were both quite unaware of the danger that lay ahead.
Chapter 7: - Mother’s Intuition
Narcissa Malfoy was a respected woman. She ran her household with the utmost of care and took an active role in raising her only son. The members of the Black family expected her marriage to Lucius and at a young age, at that. She supported her husband’s role within the Dark Lord’s circle, yet her hatred for Muggles and Muggleborns didn’t run nearly as deep. Ever thankful that Lucius had not insisted she become a Death Eater, her position was to remain somewhat neutral so that Draco would always be assured parental guidance. Even as a child Narcissa didn’t understand the seething anger that ran through her father’s veins at the mention of a Mudblood wizard. She could never find it in her heart to be as unforgiving as the other Blacks, often wishing to express her concern over the matter with her rebellious cousin, Sirius, or her sister, Andromeda – who had been considered an outcast after her marriage to Ted Tonks. Yet no one knew her true feelings, least of all Lucius or Draco. Continuing to support the choices her husband made just as she had always done with her father, Narcissa lived her life as a shadow of her true self.
Having hidden such feelings for so long she could recognize when either her husband or son wasn’t being truthful. And right now her instincts told her that Draco was hiding something that he didn’t want discovered. He had always confided in her as a little boy, but as the years went on she’d noticed a transition in his personality. He became more introverted. His brow was more furrowed as if always lost in thoughts of deep concern. And now he wasn’t sleeping. She knew that something was amiss.
Many times Narcissa had tried to talk to Draco about his future. He’d always been so prepared to step up and take his place amongst the Dark Lord’s supporters. However, something in her heart told her he was no longer ready. Something or someone had changed his mind. Perhaps it was the same as it had been with her, yet Draco had always been eager to study the Dark Arts with his father. He had been eager to be sorted into Slytherin House at Hogwarts, eager to spit on everything that Dumbledore stood for. Narcissa had never been eager about it, but willing. Throughout her entire upbringing it was her will that let her remain what she was born into.
Narcissa was quite certain. Draco had met someone that had changed his mind.
Weeks passed and the summer was brighter for Draco and Ginny. They hadn’t discovered a way to deal with the upcoming problem, but they were making the best of things. Each night, they looked forward to floating away into their dream knowing they would meet up and spend hours in each others arms. They talked less and less of their grave situation, in hopes of it disappearing all together. Denial seemed the sweeter choice.
His father had successfully broken out of Azkaban and he and the other Death Eaters were in hiding. Where, Draco knew not. His mother had only told him that the Portkey had taken them somewhere safe. The Ministry of Magic was looking for them, of course. As, he assumed, was the Order. Each day the Daily Prophet warned other wizards of the escape and gave their pictures. His father’s face looked gaunt as it stared up at him from the unrolled parchment. It was almost unrecognizable to Draco. He knew Lucius was now with the Dark Lord and plans were moving forward. He hadn’t asked how his mother was keeping contact with his father, but he just assumed Peter was sending word.
Blinka continued to supply Draco with his difficult ingredient, always leaving it in the bottom of his wardrobe to ensure its concealment. Narcissa stopped asking him questions about his mood or his whereabouts. And there were only a few weeks left until his return to Hogwarts. He just had to get through one day at a time.
Ginny spent her afternoons playing in the air with Ron and Harry. Hermione was to visit soon and she couldn’t be happier. Days having girl chat with Hermione and nights spent with Draco in her dreams…she couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to wrap up the summer.
They were both quite unaware of the danger that lay ahead.
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