Dragon and Wolf
by BecauseIsaidSo

Chapter 4: Goodbye

Narcissa held her son to her. She did not know if she would ever see him again. The boy squirmed a bit in her arms, uncomfortable. Draco was a good boy, and very easy going as far as children went. His father had never paid much attention claiming 'once he has an adults mind, then he'll be worth talking to'. Remembering this particular phrase of Lucious's, Narcissa wondered why she had ever stayed with him so long. Because it wasn't how you were raised, she reminded herself. The purebloods' traditions were so set in stone that it was nearly impossible to follow. They made you feel as if you had no other choice.

She let go of Draco looking him in the eyes, "Draco," she said to get his attention. He was so young, so innocent, not even potty-trained yet. "Draco, I'm going to go away." He looked at her blankly, not fully understanding. "Draco, I will always be your mother, I will always love you."

"I love you," said Draco, leaning in to sloppily kiss her cheek. Tears she'd been fighting back all day were on the brink of falling.

"Draco," she said, trying to contain herself, "This is who will be taking care of you." She motioned for Remus to kneel down next to her.

"Hi Draco," he said calmly and smiling at Draco, "I'm Remus, but you can call me whatever you want."

Draco looked blankly at him, "Where's mummy going?" he asked his mother.

"I'm going away," said Narcissa, biting her lip. "I'll write letters to you, would you like that Draco?" He nodded. "Okay, now take Remus's hand, he's going to take care of you." He nodded again, taking Remus's hand. The adults straightened up.

"Take care of him," said Narcissa. She could feel the tears behind her eyes, a pressure willing to be released.

"I will," said Remus and she knew she could trust him.

"I love you, Draco," she said, kissing her son on his forehead. The small child hugged her around the legs, and she felt the tears falling down her face.

Remus pulled her son away, picking him up and giving him a hug. Their eyes met. Thank you.

She disapparated.

"Finally," grunted Mad-eye before she even had a real chance to collect herself.

"Yes, I'm finally here," she said bitterly.

"Alright," he said, "Now it took a bit of arranging but your new name is Penelope Travers. You live Massachusetts in America. There's a large wizarding community in Boston so you'll get lost in the crowd. You should die your hair the way muggles do to make sure it lasts, a charm will only last a few hours." Narcissa nodded.

"We haven't lined up a job for you," said Dumbledore, "But you shouldn't have that much of a problem, there's an old friend who's willing to take you in until you've gotten settled and on your feet. His name is Thomas Zartman. Here is his address." Dumbledore handed her a slip of paper. "You're all packed, Alastor will take you to the airport. You have a muggle ticket to America leaving in 3 hours." Dumbledore looked at her, his eyes full of caring and trust, "Thank you, you have helped us in more ways than one. Good luck."

Narcissa took her information, "Thanks you," she said quietly.

Alastor handed her the tin box of flu powder. "We're going to the Leakey Caldron, then taking a muggle train," he said gruffly. She nodded, throwing her flu power into the fire. Her heart was beating faster than it ever had before.

"The Leakey Caldron," she said and stepped into the flames.