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Draco looked so fragile. He was blissfully unaware of anything beyond sleep at the moment; he wouldn't have been able to sense the tension and fear anyways, though. He was a newborn, only three days old. They had both only just gotten home from the hospital. Narcissa picked her child up from where he lay. He snuggled into her chest, comforted by her heartbeat. She smiled contentedly.
Lucius watched from the doorway. He watched Narcissa pick up her child: their child. They looked beautiful, his family. He came up behind her, putting his arms around her waist. Narcissa leaned back into him. "He's so small, Lucius." Narcissa remarked. He noticed there was a hint of worry in her tone.
"It will be fine, Cissy." He assured her. "I will protect you both." She turned, and he kissed her gently. He made sure not to hurt their son in doing so. Oh Merlin, their son. Narcissa put Draco back where he was sleeping before.
She hugged him. "Lucius," She said into his chest, "I'm so worried. I don't want Draco to grow up like this. I don't want him to have to be scared all of the time, and to know that if he talks to the wrong person he could end up killed." Tears soaked through his robes.
He planted a kiss on the top of her head, "He won't Cissy," Lucius replied, "He won't; I'll make sure of it. I will protect both of you." He gently pulled out of the embraced. "You need your rest. Go."
She nodded. It made her looked even more venerable. "Go." He reminded her, and she swept out of the room. Lucius looked back to the crib, where his son was sleeping peacefully. "I will protect you," he vowed to himself.
Lucius walked out of the room, and sent an owl soaring out of the study. During the next Death Eater meeting, he was given the Dark Mark.