Narcissa's Choice
A/N: Little one shot about Narcissa, when she says that Harry is dead. Based on the film. I know, I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: The book is by JK Rowling. If I was her... well, I wouldn't be writing rubbishy fanfictions. I. Do. Not. Own. Harry. Potter.
As I made my way towards Harry, I felt fear steal through me, paralysing me like ice. Where was my son? My boy? My Draco? Still in battle, perhaps. Or, I dreaded to think, he could be lying somewhere; dying, dead. I crouched down next to the boy and put my hand on his chest, feeling for a heartbeat.
Somehow, amazingly, there was one.
"Is he alive? Draco, is he alive?" I whispered, my voice softer than a gentle breeze on a fine summer's day. There was a tiny nod, so small I could hardly tell there was one.
But now what would I do? If I told the Dark Lord that Potter was still alive, I'd have to stay and watch them battle it out, wasting precious seconds that I could have spent looking for Draco. However, if I told the Dark Lord that he was dead... I had to stop myself shivering. I'd be killed – and possibly Lucius, too. That thought didn't worry me as much as the thought that my baby would be alone, though. He wouldn't have anyone who loved him.
And who was to say that Potter knew if Draco was alive or not? But, if there was a small possibility... I had to cling onto that hope. I knew what my sister, Bellatrix, would have chosen. She'd rather die than lie to him. But if, miraculously, Voldemort believed my lie... and if he was killed before he had a chance to rectify it, and hurt me – or worse, Draco – then we might finally have peace from all the suffering. Be able to live normally.
Standing up, my heart beat quicker than I thought it were ever possible. I took in a deep breath, trying not to think about the implications, and focussing on Draco's face in my mind.
"Dead."
There was laughing and cheering, and it seemed, thankfully, like they believed it.
Looking across the battlefield, a few minutes later, I was relieved to see his face. As Voldemort called people to him, Lucius whispered across the dust and the broken rock, "Draco. Draco, come on."
His voice didn't sound convincing, and I knew it would have to be me. There was a slight look of defiance crossing Draco's face, so I said in the calmest voice, "Draco... come." My voice rang out clearly, and I watched as he started to walk towards me, only interrupted by the Dark Lord, who wrapped him in a awkward hug – one I knew would be nothing like anyone else's. As he reached me, I embraced him, so happy to see him alive. It was like a balloon swelling up inside of me.
"Confringo!" Harry Potter yelled, revealing my lie. For a moment, I was terrified. I couldn't be separated from my son so quickly, could I? Thankfully, no-one turned to cause me grief, and as havoc enrolled, I turned and started to stalk off with Draco, Lucius unsurely following a few metres behind. I was safe. My son was safe. That was all that mattered.
A/N: Hope you liked this little one shot. Based on the film, not the book. Shame on me. Anyway, please review? This is just showing how much Narcissa cared for Draco, that she didn't care if she died, only that Draco would be by himself. Because I think that she really did care for him, and that was the only reason that she said Harry was dead.