The Queen (aka J.K Rowling) owns Harry Potter, not me, I didn't thought you where stupid enough to believe that anyway.
I apologize in advance for possible typos. Thank you.
The Pounce
One year. One year and 12 days had passed since that day. The day when Lucius Malfoy fell from grace and took his family with him.
Narcissa Malfoy sat in an emerald-coloured settee in one of the many drawing rooms at the Malfoy Manor, looking somewhat despairlingy into the great fireplace. The flames had died out and only a light glow remained. It was late evening and no other light except for the fireplace were lit. Narcissa raised her wand with a quick flick and new flames burst into the fireplace. She sighed. She wanted to cry but what was the point of it. Crying would only make her weaker and she needed to remain strong. She needed to remain strong for her family, or what was left of it at least. No! What was she thinking, nothing would happen to her family, nothing! But it had almost been a year and as far as she knew Draco had not jet achieved the Dark Lord's wishes to kill Albus Dumbledore. But no. No. Nothing would happen to Draco, nothing. Her hands slightly bengan to tremble and she clenched them tightly in her lap and took a deep breath.
DONG, DONG, DONG!
Narcissa jumped and grabbed the arm of the settee. It was just the old long-case clock who struck eight. She loosened the grip of the armrest, slightly humiliated of how easily she let herself be intimidated. But then she heard something.
The mansions' great entrence doors had opened violently. Narcissa rose quickly, knowing that only those with premission or her own family could open the gates in to the coutyard. She hurried out into the entrence hall and just as she rounded the corner from the drawing room, her sister Bellatrix Lestrange, Yaxley, the Carrow twins, Rowle and Greyback walked inside through the entrence. Totally confused she hurried to the crowd of people. Without even saying a word she looked at Bellatrix.
"He did not do it." she said cold and callous as she pulled her wand through her hair and walked past Narcissa.
Narcissa felt how she became pale, and felt it hard to breath.
"He didn't have the stomach, just like his father." said Grayback mockingly.
"Ooh, that was daring of you, Grayback, Narcissa do not like when you make fun of her husband like that." Bellatrix had turned around to face Narcissa again. "Don't you sis?"
But Narcissa didn't listen. "Where is he? Bella where is my son?!"
"I reckon he ran up the stairs with his tail between his legs." chuckled Grayback.
Narcissa starred at Greyback "How dare you speak like that in my house! You-"
He took a step towards her, so that they only stood a few centimerters apart. He was much taller then she was and she could feel the smell of sweat and blood from his body. "So far it's still yours, but things might change you see." Narcissa looked at Greyback as if he just had slapped her right across the face. He sneered and went towards the drawing room she sat in not so very long ago.
She rallied quickly and held up the dress as she started to climb the stairs up to the second floor. Once up she crossed the hall and went to Draco's bedroom door. It was ajar and she gently pushed it open. Draco stood with his back turned towards her at one of the large windows, he had a firm grip on the window sill. His knuckles had turned white and you could see a hint that he was trembling.
"Sweetheart...?" Narcissa tried.
He turned quickly. She noticed a clear difference in him, his skin was paler than usual and there was gray circles under his eyes, he almost looked ill. His eyes began to fill with tears and he came rushing toward her.
"Mother!"
She wrapped her arms around him and he started crying.
"I- I didn't do it mother. I didn't-. I, didn't, do, it." He sobbed "It was Snape, Snape did it! I didn't!"
"I know, Draco. I know, sweetheart" she pulled her fingers through his hair and tried to calm him down.
"I didn't do it. He's going to kill me. Mother he's going to kill me. The Dark Lord.. He is going-"
"Draco no!"
"He will kill me... He will kill you and father... and It's all my fault..."
"You are not going to die! No one is going to die Draco! Listen to me." She took his head in her hands and looked him in his grey eyes. "No one is going to kill you. No one. Do you understand?" He must had grown at least a decimeter since she last saw him because she had to stand on tiptoe to be able to kiss him on the forehead. "Come here" She hugged him tightly again. He had stopped sobbing but was still shaking.
"Is it true?" he began after about a minute "Is it true that the Dark Lord is on his way to Azkaban? To free father and the others?"
Narcissa looked up instantly. "What? Is he?"
"I heard Yaxley mention it while we were leaving Hogwarts."
Narcissa's thoughts began to spin. One year and 12 days, 377 days. Was it true? Was today the day when he would come home?
"Wait here Draco I will be right back." She took his head in her hands again "Promise me you'll stay right here."
He nodded.
She kissed him on the forehead "Good, I will be right back."
That was chapter one everybody, please tell me what you think. I have prepared at least one more chapter for the time being. :)
