The Trial of Narcissa Malfoy
By: Hobblefoot.11
Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to Joanne Rowling and not me.
Authors Note: I've been trying for ages to find a good story from Narcissa's point of view about her trial after the battle and I couldn't find one so I decided to write one of my own. Please review.
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Chapter One – Saving a Life
"He is dead!" The words felt stuck in my throat, but my voice was strong when I spoke. But I knew he wasn't dead, and if the Dark Lord ever found out he would kill me and my family. Perhaps that was why I was doing it, to give my son some small chance to escape Lord Voldemort's clutches forever.
Everyone around me was cheering, even Lucius. Was it for show? Or was he really rejoicing? The thought bugged me as I slowly walked behind the Death Eaters as the half-Giant carried Harry Potter's body through the forest.
We reached the clearing where the battle was progressing. I snuck away, people ignored me, they were all listening to the Dark Lord speak, starring at Potter's body in horror.
I dashed into the castle. I had no wand. I had given mine to Draco after the fiasco at the Manor. I searched everywhere I could.
Could he be outside? Or maybe he was already dead. No. I wouldn't think that. I couldn't bear it.
I made my way to the Great Hall. The battle was going full tilt once more, but this time the Dark side was winning. I burst into the Hall just in time to see a shot of green light collide with a red one and the Dark Lord's body fall, his face held an expression of surprise.
A great cheer went up and I stood still, unsure of what to do or where to go.
Suddenly someone grabbed me.
"Mother!" Came a strangled cry.
"Draco," I whispered, wrapping my arms protectively around him. My baby boy. I wished my arms would be enough to protect him, to keep him safe forever. But I knew I would go to Azkaban, even though I didn't possess the Mark. And Lucius and Draco would be sent there too.
There was no hope left for the Malfoy family.