L: Rated T for now rating probably will change…(as in go up)
M U D B L O O D
A prequel to the one shot Second to None
Prologue
The moans and groans of a labor-stricken woman could be heard echoing out from Room 156 B of St. Mungos new maternity unit. Supposed to be the best new hospital for new mothers, but so far Narcissa wasn't impressed.
"Come on! Come on Sweetie! Push!!" The midwife whispered encouragingly into Narcissa's ear. It wasn't helping. The pain that shot through her abdomen could not be soothed with syrupy words and half hearted encouragement. She was so tired. After eight hours of labor she couldn't even see strait.
"Augh!" She cried out, clawing viciously at the sides of the bed. 'Great. More pain.' She was writhing. It was a familiar pain though, as this was her fourth pregnancy. Mentally she scoffed. All this pain I go through- it's excruciating! And still I have not a single child to show for it! Three pregnancies and I am still not a mother. Tears streamed down her blotchy face as the midwife righted her, patting her gently on the shoulder and wiping her tears before scurrying to the end of the bed and wrenching her legs apart, spread eagle.
"Okay dearie, I'm going to need you t'take a deep breath and push! Hang in there sweetie! You're almost through!" Narcisssa seethed. The midwife's words (yet again) were not helping. A shot of intense pain flooded her body and she shrieked. Three other healers trooped in with mild pain potions (as not to harm the baby) and warm wet rags for her back. 'This is ridiculous!' she thought exasperatedly.
"WHERE IS LUCIUS!?!" She cried furiously.
As if on cue Lucius Malfoy came striding in looking far too composed for someone who was about to become a father. This irked Narcissa. Only he could be this composed in such a situation.
Then disappointment shot through her. Maybe he was just expecting another failed pregnancy. Her tears fell faster as Lucius strode to her side, grabbing her hand and looked her directly in her squinted eyes. Something about his expression just screamed, "DON'T MESS THIS UP!", while at the same time whispered "Please let you AND the baby be okay". Narcissa saw this and pushed harder, squeezing Lucius's gloved hands. Her face contorted with pain.
"Almost… almost," urged the midwife. Then her eyes shot wide open and she squealed "Oooohhh It's a boy!!" Lucius's eyes lit up and a small smile graced his stoic features as he squeezed Narcissa's dainty hands before he strode to the end of the bed to look at his son. He reached the end of the bed and glanced down at the newborn his hands wide open waiting to receive the boy in his arms. But then his arms dropped and his face paled. Giant silver blue lifeless eyes stared right at him. He gaped at his son horrified.
"Oh,' gasped the midwife, "Oh dear. Cassandrah! Call a mediwizard quick!" The healer quickly fled from the room. The absence of crying from her new born told Narcissa something was horribly wrong. Narcissa moaned as she began to cry again. "No," she whispered fiercely, "No! Not again! My baby! Oh dear Merlin! Nooo!" The mediwitch dried of the hair of the lifeless boy as she tried to resuscitate the muggle way and with spells. Soon mediwizard and all sorts of medi-shamans surrounded the pulse-less little boy.
Lucius fell into a waiting chair and covered his tired eyes as he listened to Narcissa cry out again and again.
"My baby! Oh, no… No! Not my Draco!"
One week later…
Narcissa was in muggle London. She really needed a pick me up. In the seven days that had passed since her miscarriage she cried through six of them and fasted through five. She was distraught and withering away, never leaving her sleeping quarters and being forced to eat. She wanted to die. She couldn't see the point in living if she couldn't even create new life. She was utterly useless. She knew it and Lucius did as well. He hadn't glanced at her since they left St. Mungo's. He avoided her weeping form during the days and ignored her cries for him in the night.
Finally on the seventh day he sent a house elf to order her out of bed. But she was already up. She had gotten out of bed, taken a shower and ate breakfast. She was done. She wasn't going to pity herself for being childless and she wasn't going to blame herself for her children's deaths. She had tried to give them life and that was all she could do.
But that night she had a nightmare. It was the middle of the night when she heard crying. Rising from her warm sheets she slipped on her robe and slippers a wisped from her bedroom. She walking towards his crib and picked her baby up rocking him gently. The blankets were all around his face and she began to remove them. When she looked down at him she screamed. Staring right at her were the dead, lifeless grey-blue eyes of her blond little boy. She woke up at that instant and didn't sleep again. She just rolled herself into a little ball and sobbed.
The next day after her shower she decided to snap out of it. Her dreams meant nothing and she was bent on enjoying herself for once.
As she strode down the busy city streets she felt weirdly at peace. Like this was the way things were supposed to be. Kids were riding their two wheeled contraptions, muggles where gabbing away into those metal things they held to there ears and those vehicles in the roads they sped to their various destinations. A small delicate smile formed on her lips as her heals clicked away on the cobblestone sidewalk. 'Yes,' she thought, 'everything is going to be alri-'
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!! (A/N: haha)
A massive explosion blew Narcissa backwards. Smacking her head hard against the building behind her, she was knocked out.
The center of London was detonated. Broken hydrants gushed water everywhere, but mainly on the unconscious form of a woman whose eyes immediately flew open as she gasped for air and choked on water. Glancing around her she saw the city was in ruins. Buildings were collapsed and bodies lay strewn in the streets. A child and his dog lay in a gutter and a woman and her fiancé lay mangled hand in hand beneath the ruins of a brick building. Narcissa shuddered. Unsteadily getting up she noticed the sky. The dark mark shone bright green in the ash filled air.
Frowning she dusted herself off. She never knew what Lucius's fascination with this whole 'death eater' thing was. It all seemed quiet preposterous. Getting rid of all muggleborns wouldn't do purebloods any good. Killing them off would only make them look barbaric. And a little insane. It was all one big blood-fest to her. She had no interest in any of these nonsense antics. Steadying herself, Narcissa began searching for her wand so that she could apperate home.
After overturning multiple boulders she sat down. Still in frail health from the pregnancy, she tired easily. Sitting in the dead silence, trying to catch her breath; that's when she first heard him. She was sitting on top of a particularly large rock in front of what she assumed was a house at some point, when suddenly they started up. First softly then louder and louder till she heard a baby shrieking. Narcissa scurried about looking for the child that was wailing so she could stop its infernal crying. She followed the babes voice to an over turned crib hidden behind a crumbling wall.
Carefully she lifted the crib aside to uncover a baby who's entire being was covered with a fuzzy blue blanket. Narcissa gently lifted the child into her arms. Rocking it softly she uncovered its little pale face and nearly dropped him.
Those eyes! They stared strait at her and they were exactly like the eyes of her child from her dream. In fact this boy looked identical to her dream child. From his silky silver blond hair down to his little pruned up toes. Tears of joy streamed from her eyes. It was really him!
Narcissa spun the small child around, laughing softly, thinking how ridiculous she must look dancing amidst all this wreckage. Stopping promptly, she smiled gently down at the boy, who was giggling heartily in her arms. He really was a gift from Merlin. Finally her prayers for a child answered. She had a son! Her own beautiful little boy. Her Draco. Her boy wriggled sleepily in her arms.
Then she noticed a flash of white on his tiny wrist. Carefully she brought it into view, her brows furrowed with curiosity. On it was a plastic band with words written across it. It read: Sex: Male, DOB: 7/1/86, Surname: Hartscone First Name: NA. Narcissa blanked. Hartscone. Not Malfoy. Not hers. 'No,' she thought, 'No he's mine. His parents… abandoned… left him here! They're dead! Gone. He's my son, my little boy.' Narcissa clutch him to her chest and frantically bounced him causing him to cry but she was too deep in thought to notice. 'I may not have birthed him but I'll make him mine. He looks like Lucius! People would never know he wasn't a pureblood. Is he even a wizard? He must be! Has to be.' The crying became louder and Narcissa ceased her nervous bouncing, glancing softly at her surrogate son. Bundling him up, she prepared to go. She had a lot to do.
Lucius Malfoy sat in his study and stared listlessly down at the text placed in front of him. His eyes scanned the pages but contained none of the monotonous information. Sighing heavily he gaze out the massive window in front of him, at the scenic views it was charmed to portray. Though it was mid July and he was broiling in his robes, out his window he saw snow mounted trees and soft white flurries fall from gray tinted skies. This saddened him.
What if he was still the same man he was now in six months time when it actually starts snowing. None the richer or the wiser and still without an heir. He angered at this. He had to admit that he was getting a little worried. It had been three years of ceaseless trying and still he had nothing to show for it. Neither did Narcissa. He frowned. He cared for her but all the miscarriages were wearing hard on her. She rarely smiled and her overall demeanor was depressing. To put it bluntly she was awful to be around.
Constantly weeping and moaning- it was like she had given up all hope. And even on her good days you could see the torture that continuously wrenched at her heart. Though he knew she was still the same woman he loved, her eyes no longer shown with the same luster as they had when they were sparking. They looked dull and lifeless, like she had died on the inside. Sighing wistfully he tried to get back to his work but there was a soft rapping on his door.
"Enter," he grumbled deeply not turning from his books.
Her soft footfalls approached his hunched over figure before she quietly spoke. "Lucius"
His eyebrows perked up at the sound of her voice. Leaning back in his chair he began to speak whilst turning
"Narcissa, my love, what brings you to my-" he was facing her now and in her arms was a tiny bundle wrapped in satin green sheets encrusted with the Malfoy emblem.
His eyes were alit wit surprise and his lips parted but lacked words to say. He stood slowly and strode towards Narcissa arms outstretched. She carefully slipped the babe into Lucius's waiting arms. Uncovering the baby's tiny face his eyes shown with unexpected delight as he noted the baby features that mirrored his and Narcissa's. The striking blond hair was dead give away that he was a Malfoy. But that's not what shocked him the most. As the baby stirred he blinked his tiny eyes and looked up at his holder. That's when Lucius nearly dropped him. He looked up at Narcissa who was watching this scene with wistful eyes.
"How-" he started shocked and extremely happy at the same time, "how is this possible Narcissa? I saw him that day- a week ago dead in the healers arms. His eyes- those eyes…. They were- He was-." Lucius couldn't finish his sentence he just beamed and lifted the baby above his head and laughed.
Narcissa just watched quietly not knowing how to tell Lucius what she knew. But soon Lucius looked toward her standing docile in the corner of the room. Pleasure still shinning from his orbs he cradled the babe asking her softly what was wrong.
Narcissa wrung her hands and looked up at him with wet eyes she whispered, "He's not who you think he is." Lucius stopped rocking the babe and looked down at him. But he was identical to– to,
"What-" he began to question but was cut off by a steadfast Narcissa. "I saw him in my dreams. And after Voldemort's attack on muggle London, I found him amongst the rubble. He looked just like us Lucius! I was convinced that this was a gift from Merlin that he had given us a son. So I went to a clairvoyant to see if Dra- the baby was really our child. The seer told me that the boy was indeed ours to raise- A true gift from Merlin. It's just-" She stopped and dropped her gaze to the ground.
Lucius looked at her grimly "What Narcissa?" his lips were pressed into a thin line and his voice was cold.
Narcissa spun around and began pacing and rambling "I mean it wouldn't make a difference Lucius. He would have magical ability the seer assured me of that. Power beyond anything we could imagine- the boys been touched by Merlin! He's going to be great! It doesn't matter that he's- he's a- a."
Using his free hand Lucius harshly grabbed Narcissa's arm and spun her to face him. She gasped quietly as she looked fearfully into Lucius's frigid grey eyes. "He's a what, Cissa?
She looked intently at him and whispered almost silently, "A muggle-born Lucius"
Lucius blinked.
Once.
Twice.
And then dropped the child in his arms.
Narcissa dove to catch the falling boy earning herself a bruise or two. She looked up at Lucius angrily, but he was furious. He gritted his teeth and spat forcefully at the ground beside them. "How dare you bring this piece of- of filth this household! And acting as are son no less! Are you bloody insane! How can you even suggest I raise a Mudblood as a son!? My son! Have you sunken that low! You cannot bare a child so you pick up the first child you see on the streets and perform a bloody glamour on it! You make up a fucking story about Merlin and dreams! You- you!" he whipped out his wand and pointed it at the boy "FINITE INCANTATEM" he roared. A blast of white light shot at the babe's small figure but did nothing "This boy is no son of mine Narcissa! Lift the glamour! Show me who he really is!"
She only held the boy closed and shook her head at him. "This is how he looks Lucius! I didn't alter him in the least! And I did not lie! I know that he is solid but he was given to us to raise! Can't you see Lucius! Merlin has plans for this boy. He is to be raised as a Malfoy. Mudblood or not he must be our son."
"NO Narcissa!" he roared, all poise gone, "I wont! I cannot raise that- that," The baby was wriggling in Narcissa's arms. She tried calming him but he refused. Turning about he began looking strait into Lucius's eyes. Narcissa noticed that his features softened when he saw the boy. He obviously wanted a son dearly. A pang of guilt hit her when she realized that she couldn't give him one. But at least this little boy- he could replace- no, he could be Draco.
"Lucius" she began "I know that this is hard for you but this boy is a gift. Merlin knows that we have been trying- he doesn't want to see us suffer anymore. I don't want to see you suffer anymore. I mean just look at him,"
He looked into the child's large shining eyes and sighed, covered his face and turning away from them.
"Lucius, he's meant to be ours."
He was staring out the scenic view window again and his thoughts prior to Narcissa intrusion returned to him. What if he was still the same by winter, with no heir and no son?
He looked at Narcissa then the child. She wasn't going to give him up. She already saw him as her own. He almost did as well. The similarity between him and his dead son were uncanny.
He looked unwillingly at the child again. And though it was against everything he believed in he whispered a grim, near silent "Okay"
Narcissa eyes lit up, as she softly smiled at him. Striding up to him she pecked him lightly on his forehead. "Thank you Lucius" she whispered. He turned away from her and stared out the window again. "Don't thank me yet Narcissa" he began "I will raise him the best I can, but let me assure you," he glanced at her coolly,
"He will never truly be a Malfoy"
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A/N: pretty good? I hope so! It took me like 3 weeks to come up with a plot and everything in my head… and this is just the prologue! Uhggg- sorry this took forever to get posted! I was trying to make it pretty darn perfect and well- I tried. PLEASEEE review! I worked my butt off making this and I could use the feed back!
Love you guys
!L!