There was a faint pop as the two blondes walked past the many houses. One was a woman, pale and slim. She wore a dark cloak and seemed to walk at a fast pace, anxious to reach the place she was seeking. While the boy, who matched his mother's appearance, seemed confused and lost. The boy, whose name was Draco, had followed his mother, Narcissa through the many buildings. Though he had no idea where he was going.
"Mother," he said, attempting to get her attention, although this didn't work. Perhaps she hadn't heard him or she was so nervous that she didn't think to turn around.
"Mother!" he said again this time louder, this time Narcissa did turn towards her son though, she stayed silent.
"What are we doing here?" Draco asked.
Narcissa turned back to face the road again. Then she quietly criticized her son, "Draco, what did I tell you about asking questions."
Draco walked silently and obediently after his mother and they continued down the road. It was a silent morning and the only thing to be heard was the light footsteps of the mother and son. At the very end of the road lay a small hill where a solemn house lay. Narcissa stared at the home, in a state of fear, but she knew she had to do this. She knew she had to climb the grassy hill and make her way to the door. She knew that she had to reach the wooden door and knock, but still something held her back… But she kept going and did make her way up the hill which had a small stone path. Draco followed and a gust of wind had started which made Narcissa's long hair fly behind her.
The house had two stories and was shaped a bit like a cottage that held a small garden. Narcissa had only seen it once, but the memory of it was so strong that she was able to find it almost instantly. They finally reached the door of the house. Where they had both stopped. Narcissa took a small look around, peering through one of the windows and she took a shuddering breath, noticing the lights on.
She held her fist up, about to knock, but she hesitated, biting her lip. "Mother, who is it?" Draco asked, concerned for his mother.
This time, Narcissa did respond and in an almost silent voice she whispered, "An old friend."
Then she did knock on the door and a woman's voice from inside shouted, "Coming!" When the woman came down from her staircase, she held a phone to her ear, "Thank you Harry if you could take him for a few weeks that would be wonderful." She started to open the door, "Now I'll have to talk with you late-"
As soon as she saw the two Malfoys, she let her phone drop to the floor as it shut closed and gasped.
"Narcissa?!" She asked shocked.
Then Narcissa spoke and in a small voice she said, "Hello, Andromeda it's been a while, hasn't it."