Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Luna looked around the basement of the Malfoy Manor. She sighed and thought, It's so lonely here, but it's lovely here. Draco has a nice home. I wish could see the whole manor.
Luna looked up when she heard the door creek open. She smiled when she saw Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother. Such a caring lady. Luna remembered, when Bellatrix was torturing her, Narcissa was holding a teriffied Draco to keep him from crying (even though he wasn't), and was begging Bellatrix to stop. Narcissa reminded Luna of her mother, and she wished she was alive.
"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy!" Luna said cheerfully, as Narcissa handed her some bread. "Thank you so much! I was really hungry."
"You're welcome," she said softly, barely audible. She never heard such praise from someone.
"You have such a lovely home, Mrs. Malfoy. I wish I could see the other rooms. Are they nice too? Are they really big?"
Narcissa nodded sadly. It wasn't really her home anymore, with Voldemort and all the Death Eaters walking around. No, is was anything but home.
"That's nice..." She started to eat bread that had a bad taste to it, but she didn't mind. A thought came to her head and she turned back to Narcissa. "How's Draco, Mrs. Malfoy? Is he okay? Please, tell me he is!"
She nodded even though the truth hurts. "He's fine. Draco is doing well."
Luna sighed relieved. "Bellatrix shouldn't yell at him or hit him. He works really hard and... He's sensitive... I don't think he's mean... People don't understand him. What do you think, Mrs. Malfoy?"
"CISSY!"
"I have to go now," Narcissa said quietly. "Bella wants to see me."
"Okay. It was nice talking to you, Mrs. Malfoy. It gets lonely here. Well, I don't want to keep you waiting. When you see Draco, can you tell him I said, hi?"
"Yes..."
"I wish you could stay, Mrs. Malfoy... My mother died and... I think you're a good mother to Draco... You remind me of her... I miss her sometimes..."
Narcissa nodded sadly...
Narcissa dragged herself up the steps wiping away some visible tears. Such a lovely girl. She opened the door. I wish... I wish...
"CISSY! WHERE WERE YOU?" Bellatrix's voice filled the room.
"I was feeding them," Narcissa said. Her voice was small and feeble and she didn't know why.
"DAMN, BLOOD TRAITORS! THEY DON'T DESERVE OUR FOOD!" Bellatrix ranted again. She was alwyas ranting on and on and on...
It's my food, Narcissa thought. It's my food, my home. I make my decisions. "Bella, where's my son?" Narcissa asked, hoping to change the subject and the object of her sister's rage.
Bellatrix scoffed. "You're looking for your PATHETIC SON?" She spat. "Pathetic just like Lucius. You deserve better than Lucius Malfoy!"
I love him, though and... He loves me... "Please, Bella, where's Draco?"
"How should I know, Cissy? He's probably upstairs somewhere."
Narcissa nodded and rushed up the stairs. She walked down the hallway to her son's room. The Death Eaters staying in their home stared intently at her. She ignored them and their remarks, reminding herself how much she loved Lucius. When she came to her son's room, the door was closed. She lightly knocked the door.
"Come in!"
Relieved, Narcissa opened the door and saw her son laying on his bed. Draco sat up and Narcissa rushed inside wrapping her arms around him. Draco hugged her. When she pulled away, she saw three fingernail cuts on his pale face.
"Oh." She ran her fingers over them and felt her eyes start to tear up.
Draco hugged her. "It's all right, mother. It doesn't hurt anymore. Don't cry, mother."
Narcissa pulled away and smiled. "I'm all right." She sighed. "I just wish your father was here... I wish he would stop leaving... I wish we could be a family again..."
Draco sighed running his fingers through his blond hair. "I wish there wasn't going to be any war. I wish these Death Eaters would go away." He clenched his fist. "I wish Bellatrix would just... I wish I could kill her."
Narcissa held his face tearfully. "Don't say such things, Draco. You don't mean that. You're just angry."
"I hate her! I do mean it! And don't lie, mother! You wish she was gone too!"
Narcissa released his face. "Wishes can only go so far, Draco," she said softly. She stood up and walked to the door. "I'm going to rest for awhile. If your father comes home, wake me..."
"I will..."
"And... The girl... Luna Lovegood. Draco, please go visit her..."
"Why?"
She the only one who can heal what's already broken. "She's lonely... Just like you... She needs someone." And so do you.
"Mother, shes-"
"Please!" Narcissa begged looking away so her son couldn't see her tears. "Draco... It doesn't matter what she believes..." She sighed. "Nothing matters anymore in war..."
"I'll see her, then."
Narcissa walked out of his room and down the hallway to the master bedroom where, she collapsed on the large bed.
I wish he could see. I wish he could see what's true and what's fake, what matters and what doesn't matter.
Narcissa closed her eyes.
Wishes can only go so far...