Born in Grief

Narcissa Malfoy gazed sadly into the fire. A whole two years had passed since she and Lucius had married, and she was begining to beleive that she would never have a child. She'd visited Saint Mungo's and when their treatment failed to work she'd turned to herbal and superstitious remedies. But still nothing had worked.

"Mistress Malfoy" It was the aging houseelf that had been serving the Malfoy house for years,
"Yes Simpy?"
"There is a basket on the doorstep, it is protected by spells Simpy cannot undo"
Narcissa rose from the elegant chair, wondering breifly if she should wait for Lucius to return from his meeting
There's no need to trouble him

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The basket in question was a wicker oval which was covered by a holely lid
I hope it isn't a snake, I hate snakes She shuddered, removing the three layers of protective spells with ease,
"Simpy open the basket" The houseelf obeyed and tugged the lid onto the floor
"Oh my goodness"
Inside the basket was a tiny, porcelain skinned baby, it grinned up at Narcissa with eyes like the ocean on a cloudy day. Narcissa couldn't beleive her eyes as she knelt beside the basket,
"Hello Baby" She gently stroked the baby's snow blond hair
Just like Lucius' She plucked the suspisions from her mind like weeds Lucius would never do that
The baby began to cry, impulsively she took the baby into her arms
"Simpy, prepare some milk"
The houseelf scurried towards the kitchen. Narcissa noticed a small, ragged piece of parchment lying at the bottom of the basket. It was stained with tears that blurred the ink

Please take care of him. He is your son now I am not worthy of any child. Name him how you will

She held the child close to her heart
"My son" She whispered, pledging her love to the tiny whimpering infant in her arms.

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"Lucius please"
"NO! I will not take care of some worthless woman's brat!"
Narcissa hugged the child protectively to her
"You wanted a son Lusius"
"I wanted a son of my own, of my blood, a pure son"
He sneered disdainfully at the child in his wife's arms
"He could be a muggle or a mudblood"
"The basket had protective charms around it"
"A halfblood then or a squib"
Narcissa looked into the child's ever watchful eyes and saw the fire of magic in them
"If we adopt him he will become a pureblood" She held the child out to her husband "He can be our son, raised by you to be the perfect Malfoy heir"
Lucius glared at the baby.
"You can name him"
The baby's eyes held his unflinchingly A curious child, there is power in him, a power I can raise and give to The Dark Lord
"Very well, he may stay" Narcissa smiled brilliantly and kissed her husband gratefully.

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"What will you call him, Darling"
"Draco"
And so Draco Malfoy was born.

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