Malfoy manor
It was a common knowledge that the malfoy manor, the majestic structure that once was the epitome of the malfoy name and regality had been robbed of its beauty and blissfulness at the time of the wizarding war.
The structure that once stood proud by the malfoy name and its pureblood heirs, have been ruined by the the same.
Now the manor held nothing more than a gloom, that was evident to anyone who put his foot in the once regal building. The halls once lit with magnificent chandeliers and pristine decorations now only echoed of the grandeur of parties and feasts it hosted in the past.
The manor was nothing but a depressing memory of the past it carried. A depressing memory of the pride of the malfoy name . and a depressing image of its mistress's condition.
Narcissa malfoy much like the manor had faced both the best of the time and the worst of it during her life. A life that was once grand and blissful. A life that turned cruel and spiteful.
A life that now was slowly draining out from her .
It had been 7 years since the wizarding war and two years since narcissa began to notice her depleting magic. And as a proud witch she had once been , her pureblood ego had refused to believe the signs and symptoms blaming only age for her faulty magic. But Symptoms that were minute at the start begun increasing as the time passed.
An year ago she had decided to tell draco about this. Draco had insisted for a visit to st mungos right away. It had been a year since her son had been searching for the cause of his mothers depleting magic and now debilitating health.
MALFOY & CO.
Draco's head was throbbing. He had his head in his hands , elbows on his office table as he sat there defeated , trying to find a cure for his mothers problem. He had recruited a team of wizarding worlds best healers to find out the cause. Potions had helped but only to a limit. He sat in his office hopeless and tired.
He was desperate. Desperate for some help and desperate for a cure. Now he knew he had to look outside the wizarding world.
LONDON
Coming out of the leaky cauldron, Draco took a deep breath. Today was one of the very rare days when Draco was about to make contact on one on one basis with the muggle world.
He had the address of the biggest muggle hospital in London that he had taken from one of his muggleborn secretary, whose eyes had shot up in instant surprise, but with an understanding nod she had handed over the address and told Draco how to get there.
He called out for taxi and gave the address to the driver. The very uncomfortable ride had ended leaving Draco right outside his destination. As he handed the money to the driver, Draco took a look past the taxi staring at a white vehicle with bloodied bodies of two people pulled out on stretchers.
'Bad accidect, eh?'said the driver
'I suppose' Draco gulped.
That day had been one of the weirdest days of Draco's life.
He had been escorted by a man to another man who was supposedly one of the head healers. And he had not wasted a second in telling about his mothers conditions.
The doctor ,the title muggle healers used, had listened very patiently to each of his words and told draco to return with his mother the next day.
Malfoy manor
Narcissa malfoy was absolutely furious. Not only his son was roaming around asking muggles for help but now was taking her too , to a muggle hospital .
Narcissa had stepped into the muggle world only in emergent situations. Last being when they went underground after the wizarding war. Although narcissa had nothing againt muggles now. She clearly didn't understand how the muggle medicine would be of any help if the best potions had failed her.
'Mother I have repeated this enough times, I want you to come with me tomorrow. Please for salazars sake, get ready tomorrow morning otherwise I'll apparate you right in the god damn hospital myself !'
Narcissa gave a snort 'try whatever you want son, but you'll see that this would turn out a waste of time.'' 'the new potions have helped me to suppress the fever darling, there won't be any need to step into the muggle world'
'But they aren't making you any better mother !' Draco shouted throwing his hands wide, clearly being agitated.
Draco sat in front of his mother on his knees, her hands in his and his head bent. He sighed 'its just a day mum. One day is all I ask. You are clearly not getting better. Your magic has gone. and you know its grave for wizards. Its just a day that I ask', he repeated.
Narcissa closed he eyes leaned her head back. Salazar knew she wouldn't be getting any better. The war had broken her. The constant torture she endured used as a blackmail for both her late husband and her son had destroyed her. Once the magic was depleted wizards accelerated to their deaths. She had given up hope.
But once again she said yes. Once again she saw hope in her son's eyes.