The Moonlight
A/N: This is based on Anne Walsh's Dangerverse. The first paragraph ("Yes. Draco. … eyes closed.) is from her fic Living With Danger. I suggest you read it. The song at the end of this fic is "Moonlight" by Ann Mortifee. It's from her album Baptism. Thanks to Scott for mentioning the song.
"Yes. Draco. Give it… to him. When you see him again. Or if you ever… find out where he is. They said… they would teach him… my name…" A pause, a long, rattling breath. "I want him… to have something… of mine…"
"I will," Andromeda promised, stroking Narcissa's face. "Hush now, go to sleep. I love you."
Narcissa's face blossomed into a childlike smile. "Love… you…" Her eyes closed.
She lay in darkness. She thought of the mistakes she had made. She thought of the mistakes she now would not make. Most of all, she thought of her son.
"What will he be now?" "What will happen to him?"
The dark started lightening. Soon she could make out shapes, and then colors, and details. She was in a house…
Her heart dropped. I've been here before.
#12 Grimmauld Place.
She hesitantly walked down the front hall. It looks different. Her brow furrowed. She turned into the drawing room.
It was clean. Clean of all the dark artifacts that had been there when she was a girl.
She started to step forward, but paused.
I hear crying…
She left the drawing room, and headed down the hall to the staircase. One hand trailed along the staircase as she climbed. She walked along, and then paused at one door halfway down the hall. The crying sounded louder.
She opened the door, and the crying stopped.
It was her Draco. He lay on the bed, his head in the lap of a pale girl. Her fingers threaded through his hair, as they talked.
A picture sat on the bedside table. In it were eight children – four boys, four girls. She smiled as she recognized them.
They took him then. They raised him to love, to be loved.
The room darkened, and the boy and girl faded away, but yet she smiled.
Her questions had been answered.
The moonlight
Crept up your arm to find
Your face crying.
Just a moment before, I thought you had gone, you were lying
So still.
Then the wind
Marched the curtains aside and I could see
That you were hiding in the night, well, it's all right,
How can I tell you that it's all right? You lied
With your head in the lap of the moon, she has her fingers in your hair
And we're distant by miles though so close in this room,
And there's something of the moon in your stare. And your shoulder
Is cold as silver in my hand,
And your eyes are otherworld pale, and you're leaving me now
For the very last time, you're leaving me now.
Oh, go--- to the moon,
She will love you.
Oh go to the moon, go to the moon, she will hold you
As I once thought I might do.
"The Moonlight" by Ann Mortifee