Narcissa lied. She lied to keep them safe. She lied and then swiftly, she apparated.
The potion allowed her to not be followed. She knew wormtail would attempt to follow her, the skieving bastard. Oh, he served their Dark Lord alright, he would serve him until someone took his place. That was exactly what Narcissa was working on.
Lying and apparating directly into Headmaster Dumbeldoor's office is something she never thought she would do. For Headmaster Dumbeldoor had lifted the ban on apparating onto Hogwarts grounds for members of the Order of the Phoenix, and members only.
And there they all were, her own son smirking mischievously at her as she dusted off her robes, let out a breath, and attempted to compose herself while walking to the settee in the far corner of the room.
Severus Snape apparated in cackling like a maniac. "Narcissa, my dear you have succeeded. Everything is falling into place. The Dark Lord has drank the potion and will be transported to the Hogwarts vaults momentarily."
Narcissa was pleased with herself. She and Draco were able to turn themselves around and serve the light, even if they did have to endure this bloody dark mark for the rest of their days. Dear Albus was able to see the best in her and convinced them to change their ways, that sweet man, she owed him everything.
"Come now, we do not have much time." With that Dumbledoor apparated with a crack into the vaults. The stale silent room transformed into a whirl of robes. Sirius chuckled, "is it just me, or does that man pop like an elf when he apparates?" Crack. Sirius was gone too. One by one the Order of the Phoenix members apparated into the vaults leaving the golden trio.
"Well I for one couldn't be more suspicious and yet pleased about Malfoy. Who would have thought that little prat would help save the wizarding world." Hermione Jean Granger was clearly unsure about where she stood with Draco, the passing glances between the two weren't helping any. If only she wouldn't become nervous when he looked at her, wait, were focusing on Voldemort, pay attention Hermione.
"He's still a slimy git." Ronald Billious Weasley knew exactly what he thought about Malfoy. Stupid slimy Malfoy.
"Can we please focus on Voldemort here for a moment? I don't care about Malfoy right now, as long as he doesn't attempt to hex me anytime soon." Harry James Potter really couldn't care less. He just wanted to destroy Voldemort once and for all.