Draco had been fast asleep in bed for over an hour & Lucius was tucked away in his study. Narcissa had been sat in the lounge, unwinding after a busy day. Last week, Draco had received his Hogwarts letter, Narcissa's school of choice for her only son. Today had been the only chance the family had to get Draco's school supplies together. after what felt like an eternity for the two males of the house, everything on the list from Professor Dumbledore was on its way back to Malfoy Manor.
She had revelled in buying the very best for her son, despite the many emotions she had experienced. Excitement that her son was finally off to school. Pride at seeing him being fitted for his first set of school uniform and robes. Upset that her only baby was growing up and leaving her.
Coming out of her thoughts, she spotted one thing among Draco's shopping that she didn't recognise. As she sat up, she out her glass of wine on the side table and reached for the wooden box on the table.
The wooden box was almost a foot in length, two inches wide and an inch deep. Deep down, she knew what was inside.
She admired the box before opening it, running her fingers across the grain on the lid before removing it and placing it gently on the arm of the chair, being careful not to let it fall.
She found herself unconsciously taking a deep breath as she removed the bottle green organza ribbon that was acting as a blanket for its contents. She was shocked by its beauty. by its similarities to her husbands and her own and by the power it could produce. She lightly ran her fingers along the 10 inches of almost black Hawthorne. When she reached the handle, her witching instinct made her wrap her hand around its smooth handle and remove it from it's velvet bed.
It seemed far too heavy for her little boy. She couldn't comprehend that this was his wand. That he was now at the age to practice magic. She rolled the wand between her fingers, slowly getting lost in her thoughts. Thoughts of Draco as a newborn, as a baby, as a toddler, as a small child.
She was disturbed from her thoughts by footsteps approaching from behind and a hand on her shoulder.
She looked back at her husband and the first tear fell from her cheek.