Disclaimer: World and characters belong to J. . I don't own anything but the plot.
A/N : this was the introduction to another story I wrote but I like it better as a stand alone, I think.
June 4th 1980
Narcissa Malfoy studied her heavily pregnant belly in the full length mirror. She looked huge on her petite frame but she still had more than a month to go, she wasn't even due til the 20th of July, and after that, it was just a waiting game.
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies
They were always faithful servants, always. If this was an act of defiance it was the first.
Dies. As it ends.
But what if Severus heard wrong?
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not
Him. Her son. She made it far enough this time to know for sure . So many other times she hadn't been that lucky. So many losses. They needed an heir. What if Lucius left her if she couldn't even produce one living baby? This baby was alive, very alive. He kicked viciously and squirmed as he rapidly ran out of room. He was long, he was going to be tall like his father.
Is. Is going to be.
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.
What if the Dark Lord killed all the wizard babies born this year in July? Surely he could,surely he would take no chances. He could not overlook the long lines of powerful wizards coming from the Houses of Malfoy and Black, no,surely he would not take that chance
So she would take no chances .
The constellation of the dragon hung low in the summer sky. All her family had looked to the stars for guidance.
Narcissa eyed the illicit potion. She'd paid well for it in Knockturn alley. It shimmered black and thick ,clotted with silver clouds. If it worked as promised she would have the baby within a day. If it didn't,she'd need more time,she would need another plan.
She downed it all, and pain ricocheted through her instantly. Her muscles trembled and contracted. All the breath was being squeezed from her lungs as she tried to cry out. She looked out to sky and swore to the stars if she lived, if they lived.
"Draco." She whispered.
She willed herself to scramble for her wand to banish to the empty vial. No one must not even Lucius must know. This was between her and the stars that watched above her. Pain waved through and she cried out in anguish, alerting her husband in the other room.
Her baby was born, small but kicking and screaming, early the next morning as the constellation of Draco faded from the sky.