-Hello! This story follows the Malfoys after then end of the second war. This story stars off as dramatic and intense but as it goes on it will become more funny and light hearted with bits or drama here and there! This first chapter is mainly and introduction to the current situation. I hope you enjoy it and if you have any suggestions please do tell! Reviews are the best! - :D
Harry sat at the head masters desk- pondering over the events of the day- as he stared at the stacks of papers sitting in front of him. It had been only a few weeks sense the death of the Dark Lord and the Ministry had been rounding up his ever loyal followers. At Harry's request they handed him the trial dates and profiles of the devils. Harry wanted to see them punished. He wanted to see them thrown into Azkaban to suffer and to be treated like the dirt they were.
He filed through some of the profiles looking to see what they had been sentenced to. He paused when a familiar name caught his eye.
'Malfoy, Narcissa: (Black) accused of: association with Lord Voldemort, willingly keeping prisoners, murder, etc. Sentence Status: Pending. ' Harry looked at the photograph attached to the paper. She was, indeed, pretty; with long shining blonde hair, pale skin, and light blue eyes. She had the aristocratic look of the Black family. But when he looked at that photo he didn't feel the same hatred that he had felt for this woman as he would have before.
She had saved his life. At personal risk no less. She had lied to the Dark Lord in order to save her son and in the process saved Harry. He sighed and tossed the paper away. It wasn't his problem. It was her fault for marrying that bastard Lucius Malfoy.
"Really Harry? It was Narcissa's fault for marrying the man she loved?" A kind gentle voice broke his train of thought. Harry sharply turned around and came face to face with Dumbledore's portrait.
"Well…Yeah…I mean…Uh…" He stammered. How did the man know what he was thinking?
"Honestly Harry, I expected better." Dumbledore chuckled. "How much do you know about Mrs. Malfoy may I ask?"
Harry opened his mouth but closed it quickly. What did he know about her? Not much. "Well. She's a murderer."
Dumbledore lifted an eye brow. "Is she now? How did you come by this information?"
"The profile said so." Harry closed his mouth fast. The words sounded so stupid coming from his mouth.
"Ah… Of course; the profiles from the Ministry. Honestly Harry. Sense when was the Ministry ever right about anyone? I assure you if you had a look at my Ministry profile you would be very shocked of what I have been accused of. "
Harry stood there numbly. Was Dumbledore actually defending Lucius Malfoy's wife? No. This could NOT be happening.
"You have been falsely accused of something by the Ministry. What's to say Mrs. Malfoy isn't any different?" Dumbledore continued.
"She was a death eater. That's the difference. She was a pureblood fanatic death eater, not to mention wife and mother of two cold blooded killers." Harry felt the old hate for the woman rise.
"Her husband was a death eater. Narcissa never took the mark herself. Also, Harry when did it become her responsibility to tell Lucius what to be?" Harry opened his mouth but Dumbledore silenced him with a raise of his hand. "We all make mistakes Harry. Lucius just happened to make an irreversible one. As I recall your father made his fair share of mistakes and your mother still loved him."
Harry felt his anger rise once again. "But she tried to stop him! She hated what he did!" Dumbledore lifted his eyebrow again.
"Who are you to say that Narcissa did and felt the same as your mother did?" He smiled. "Face it Harry. You don't know her as well as you think you do."
Harry stood there with his hands hanging limply by his sides. He sighed. "Fine I don't know much about her. I don't care to. She's getting what's coming to her."
Dumbledore smiled sadly at Harry. "She saved your life Harry." His statement was clear and it was true, Harry couldn't deny that. Dumbledore looked Harry in the eyes through his golden frame. "Remember Tom's greatest weakness, Harry. His inability to love was his down fall. Narcissa loves her son and her husband. That in its self over powered her 'pure blood fanatics' and caused her to put her own life at risk to save Draco's and yours in the process, much like your mother did for you. Come, let me show you something." He nodded his head toward the pensive. Harry walked slowly over to it and looked at the small glass titled 'Narcissa Malfoy.' He looked back at Dumbledore's portrait.
"I want you to get a new perspective Harry. I want you to see Narcissa in a different light." Harry grabbed the memory and poured the silvery liquid into the pensive. Before he knew it he was in Malfoy Manor watching Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy.
"Narcissa please just talk to me." Lucius begged
"I have nothing to say to you dear." Narcissa sounded civil but it wasn't a tone someone would use with someone they love. More like the way someone would talk to a well-respected business associate.
"Please. Dearest just tell me what's the matter… This tension will drive me mad!" Lucius grabbed her hand and gently pulled her closer to him. "Please."
Harry had never seen him be so gentile with anything…It was…Odd.
Narcissa sighed and turned her back towards him. "You and I both know 'What's the matter' dear. I can't stand the thought of you...killing…anything! Muggle, Blood traitor alike! You are not a killer Lucius Malfoy! You're my husband and soon to be father! I…Can't…I can't…" Tears were rolling down her face now.
"Narcissa…He is my master…And I can't have you defying him." Lucius took a step towards her and grabbed her hand yet again giving it a small kiss this time.
She looked at him through tear filled eyes. "He's all that matters now… Isn't he?" She pulled away from Lucius. "You're not the man I married. I…I don't know who you are." She stepped father away from him.
"Narcissa!" Lucius grabbed her hand more force fully and roughly pulled her to him yet again. "It's me! I'm the same! Nothing has changed!"
Narcissa looked up at him again. "Everything has changed." She pulled herself free from him. "I can't love a killer." She stormed off down the hallway and slammed the door to what Harry presumed to be their bedroom.
To Harry's surprise Lucius followed her and opened the door. Narcissa sat crying on their bed clutching her slightly swollen belly. Harry had the sick feeling that Lucius was going to hex Narcissa into oblivion. Harry had never heard anyone speak to Lucius like that and live to tell the tale. But to Harry's surprise Lucius knelt down in front of Narcissa and kissed her hand yet again.
"I didn't want to tell you this…Narcissa. I can't leave. The Dark Lord made it clear that if any of us attempted to leave his services he would kill us and our families. I made a big mistake and I will never forgive myself for it. But all I'm doing now is to keep you and our baby safe. I don't want to kill but I must…This isn't for him Narcissa...It's for us…And I don't have a choice. I'm so sorry. Merlin I'm so sorry!" Lucius and Narcissa came into a tight embrace both of them crying silently.
Harry felt himself being pulled out of the memory and back into the real world. Harry was speechless. He had never in his wildest dreams thought that the Malfoys could actually love...anything. He spun around to look at Dumbledore's portrait again.
"Shocked? I would be surprised if you weren't. You see Harry, the Malfoys are very capable to love and they love one another more than anything in the world. As you saw Narcissa never agreed with Tom nor did she support her husband's choices. But because of her love for her husband she stayed. Narcissa never killed anyone or anything. She never joined the Death Eaters and that earned her many rounds of the cruciatus curse and many sleepless nights. But you see Harry, Narcissa hardly deserves to be thrown into Azkaban because of her husband's poor choices." Dumbledore smiled down at Harry, his blue eyes twinkling.
"But sir! What do you expect me to do? It's not like I can change their fate." Harry wanted to help but he was just a seventeen year old boy…He couldn't possibly change the courts minds.
Dumbledore let out a chuckle. "HARRY! My dear boy! You just killed the Dark Lord! If anyone could change the courts minds it's The Chosen One! You're too modest for your own good." Dumbledore smiled. "She saved your life. It's time you saved hers."
Harry smiled. "Yes sir. I will do what I can."
"Wonderful! Now I'm afraid I must be off! There is a party happening in the Fat Lady's portrait that I can't miss!" With that the former headmaster walked out of his frame and was gone.
Harry laughed and set to the task of finding the court date of the Malfoy hearing.
-I hope that was good! I would love some feed-back! I'll update this story as soon as I can! Until then thanks for reading! :D