Author's Note: Written for…

Family Fic Competition. Prompt: Narcissa/Scorpius

"It's so fluffy, I'm gonna die!" Challenge.

Heritage

Scorpius loved Saturdays.

Monday through Friday was dull and ordinary between tutoring and his parents working all day, but Saturday was the day he got to spend time with his Aunt Astoria or either set of grandparents. One stormy day in his fifth year, he got to spend the entire day with his Grandmother Narcissa while his grandfather was away.

The dreadful weather forced them to stay inside Malfoy Manor the entire time, but the little boy didn't care. He'd been fascinated with exploring the old house since he learned to crawl, no matter how many times he got lost and Narcissa had to send a house elf to find him for dinner.

This particular day, Scorpius had convinced his grandmother to play hide-and-seek with him, which was rather a poor choice on the witch's part, considering that her grandson was an undefeated champion of the game.

She found him in a record-breaking hour and a half, after a short tea break.

He wasn't even hiding, technically. He was standing in the middle of her hobbies room, which was full of several dusty instruments, countless splotchy paintings, and at least half a dozen unfinished needlework projects. The thing that Scorpius seemed most interested in, however, was a half-woven tapestry hanging across from the door.

"You weren't supposed to see that until it's finished," she said softly, coming to stand beside him.

"What is it, Nana?" the boy asked, curiously staring at the jumble of lines and names that he was only just learning to recognize.

"It's your family tree, darling." She smiled down at him fondly, smoothing down his blonde hair. "When I was a child, my Aunt Walburga had a tapestry just like this. Only it was much older and larger and it had these nasty burn marks in it…"

"Sounds horrible."

"Yes, well. Things have certainly changed. I thought it might be nice for you to have something to remember the family by. I won't be around forever, after all. You see-" She pointed a well-manicured finger at the fabric. "Here I am with your grandfather, and there are my parents and my sister Andromeda. You remember her, don't you?"

"Yes, Nana. But don't you have another sister? Daddy said he had two aunts…"

"No, darling. It was just me and 'Dromeda." Narcissa cleared her throat and continued. "And see, there's her daughter and grandson. And that's you and your father."

"Where's Mummy?"

"Well, I did say it wasn't finished, didn't I? I was planning on speaking with your mother when she comes to pick you up tomorrow. She can help us fill in her side of the family tree. Then, should your father ever deign to give me another grandchild, or when you get married and have children of your own, we can add them to the tree like so."

She pulled her wand from the folds of her robes and swished it at the blank space where Scorpius' mother ought to be. A small oval portrait appeared with Astoria Malfoy, nee Greengrass written beneath it with her date of birth.

"This, Scorpius, is the most important thing in the world," she said, gesturing to the tapestry.

"A piece of cloth?" he asked dubiously. Narcissa laughed.

"No, darling. Family."