She hurried down the staircase but stopped at the very last step. She took a deep breath and tweaked a strand of hair that escaped from her coiffure. She then went with firm steps toward the drawing room where she knew Yaxley and the rest of the Death Eaters were. She opened the door and stopped, still holding the handle. Bellatrix sat in Lucius's armchair and pulled her wand through her hair, as usual. Rowle and Greyback stood by the liquor cabinet and poured some firewhiskey. The siblings Carrow seemed no longer remain and Yaxley stood furthest in the room and looked at some old books in one of the many bookshelves. How dare they behave as they did!
"Have you tucked the little boy to bed, have you?" said Greyback and took a sip of the firewhiskey.
Narcissas eyes narrowed "You! I've had enough of your quip!" Narcissa walked towards Greyback with her wand pointing directly at his chest. "How do you even dare to drink of our firewhis-"
A loud roar interrupted Narcissa and the flames of the great fire flared up and became green. Out of the fire faltered a man, a man with long blond messy hair, wearing soiled prison clothes.
Narcissa froze, lowered her wand. This could not be true. "...Lucius?"
The man looked up to meet his wife's eyes. His eyes were sunken and bloodshot. His face were dirty and he had a cut in his lower lip. Narcissa let go of all inhibitions and rushed towards him, she threw her arms around his neck. He wobbled but found balance quickly again. She pressed her face against his chest. He smelled terrible, which was not surprising since he had not had a proper shower for more than a year. But she did not care, she was in his arms for the first time in 377 days. Her eyes filled with tears. Such longing and despair. "Lucius..." she sobbed into his chest grabbing his soiled prison sweater. "You foolhardy, stupid, naïve man Lucius Malfoy" she pounded her fist on his chest to emphasise each word. "377 days... you left me alone for 377 days."
Lucius on the other hand did not hugged back, he just stod there with his arms along sides, paralysed. His bloodshot eyes staring straight into thin air.
"He's coming"
It was barely a whisper but it did not out came Narcissa's ears. She looked terrified up at him. Lucius repeated: "He's coming"
Narcissa's thoughts once more began to spin. "Draco!" she cried without second thought and ran towards the staircase leaving Lucius alone in front of the fireplace. She knew this was the Dark Lord's plan. He wanted the two of them to be downstairs while he attacked Draco. No this could not be happening. Please. Not her son. Please.
Narcissa opened Draco's bedroom door with a loud bang and held her wand on high alert.
"Mother? What's the matter?"
The room was empty except for Draco, just as when she had left.
"Oh thank Merlin that you are all right!" She rushed forward and hugged him tightly.
"Why- Why wouldn't I?"
"Your father's downstairs" she paused " and he said that the Dark Lord's approaching. And I thought..." She made an other pause. "And I thought, that he might... he might would have..." She closed her eyes and swallowed "- but your not! Thank Merlin for that!"
She went up on tiptoe and kissed him on his forehead.
"Is- Is the Dark Lord approaching? W-Why?"
"I don't know sweetheart. I don't know, but I wont let him hurt you." She stroked his cheek. "Let's get downstairs. I wont leave you again. Come with me."
He nodded.
They left the room and Draco walked just behind his mother down the staircase.
"What are you all doing outside here?" Narcissa asked the four Death Eaters who now were standing in the entrance hall.
At first nobody answered. Then Bellatrix cracked the silence
"If I where you, it would not be Draco I would worry about right now." she sneered and a male voice screamed from within the drawing room.
That was chapter two. Please give me some feedback. I do not feel like giving this so much effort if no one tells me what they think, good or less good, just so I can do better the next time. Just one word will do, or a 'favorite'. It gives me a boost every time! Thank you for reading.
