This is my new fanfic following the life of Narcissa Black, and eventually Draco. This is only the beginning, if you want to read more please visit my website, where you will find a link to this fic's community page. Otherwise, you can email me and I will give you the website.
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The Beginning
The year is 1955. Druella Black's tortured screams resonate throughout the too-large mansion.
Suddenly, silence fills the house: an unpleasant omen of the years to come. Her husband enters
the room, to crouch by the bed. He can see the sweat sticking to her forehead, but she is smiling.
They can both hear the small voices of Bellatrix and Andromeda faintly through the closed door.
Looking round, Mr Black's eyes lock on the bundle of blankets the healer clutches to her chest, and
he can't help but hold his breath. The healer smiles at him before passing the bundle to his wife,
who immediately starts making coo-ing noises and stroking its face. He clears his throat. He
doesn't see the healer straighten from folding a blanket, watching him from the corner of her eye.
"Well?"
Druella looks up at him, the corners of her mouth twitching into a smile though she tries to hide it.
"A girl. She's a girl," she says.
He says nothing.