DISCLAIMER:
Characters, spells and the world itself belongs to the QUEEN JK Rowling! NO intention of stealing it and whatever. (As if I'd even have the mind to make all those 7 AMAZING books and everything that came after it!)
The garden and pavement was already covered in snow as he made his way to the front of the manor. It was obviously still well kept despite the fact that hardly anyone lived there anymore – the Malfoy's have left the estate under the care of elves while they were out of the country for years. It wasn't until Lucius Malfoy's deteriorating health and sudden death brought them back to England. For years, Lucius Malfoy was kept in Azkaban due to his crimes during the war, only released when deemed too weak to survive in Azkaban.
Narcissa had reconciled with her sister, Andromeda, and had been staying with her throughout the years, helping take care of little Teddy Lupin. Narcissa often visited her husband, but his body had slowly weakened from imprisonment and the torture he endured during the war. His sentence was imprisonment for ten years, but transferred to before even hitting his seventh year, declared under house arrest ever since.
The snow crunched under his boots as he stopped by the front doors, taking in a deep breath before knocking. He was still dressed in his Auror robes when he decided that he should come by for the funeral. A small elf wearing a plain black dress opened the door, nodding at him.
"Mr. Potter, mistress is in the living room. Please, come in."
Harry gave the elf a small smile and made his way to the living room. He had been at the manor a fair few times to know where to go. After Narcissa and Draco were pardoned by the Ministry, he had been a frequent visitor to help them both settle and move in. He only stopped visiting when Draco moved out of the country five years back and Narcissa decided to stay with her sister.
Harry faltered as his thoughts drifted to Draco, shaking his head slightly. Draco was a part of his past that he wanted to forget, even if he knew that he couldn't.
There was a soft clink of fine china as he stepped into the living room, Narcissa looking up at him and offering a tired smile. "Good morning, Harry," she greeted, waving him to take a seat. "Would you like some tea, dear?"
Harry came close to give her a small kiss on the cheek before moving to the sofa to sit down. "No, thank you, Narcissa. I'm more concerned of how you're holding up. Andromeda told me you could barely eat."
The woman gave a small laugh and shook her head. "It's been stressful these past three days; food is the last thing on my mind. You don't have to worry, I'll be quite fine. Andromeda is just waking Teddy up and would be down once the young man is dressed."
Harry gives a small nod, giving a soft sigh. If only he had the courage to even ask. So much for being a Gryffindor. "The Weasleys offer their condolences, Narcissa. They would want to be here to offer their support, but I told them you only wanted an intimate funeral. Only family. I'm not even sure why you'd ask me to come."
"Dear, you are very much like family. You're the reason why we're all still here. I know Lucius would have sneered about you being here, you know how he is, but he would've appreciated it nonetheless," she waved off. "Harry, I should warn you that –"
"Mother, everything is already set outside. They're only waiting for you to say when."
Harry had gone pale and stiff as he heard the voice he has not heard for the past five. He looked up and saw a tall, blonde man standing by the doors to the yard. Draco Malfoy stood before him, clad in a black suit with his hair grown out a bit longer than what he remembered. His frame was still lean and lithe; face still the same sharp features that were etched in his mind.
"Draco…"
A/N:
Another Drarry story for you guys! I hope you enjoy this one the same way I enjoyed writing it! This is just a tiny bit of an introduction and I don't even think the chapters would be a lot.
I'd like a review!
