I'm not sure how, or wether I should continue this story after this chapter. Please PM me your thoughts on this. This chapter is slightly AU.
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Mora fastened her new green and silver robes nervously, they were another gift from her new found grandmother.
"Mum, they're too big" Luna smiled and pin the hem up,
"You look lovely Honey" They fell quiet, Muffins munched on carrots in the corner,
"Can you come with me Mummy?" Luna shook her head,
"She wants to see you, not me"
"But you knew Daddy better than me. . . What if I'm not what she expected?" Luna held her daughter close with tears in the corners of her eyes,
"Just remember to be yourself, you are the most precious thing the families have" She kissed Mora's forehead,
"Both the Lovegoods and the Malfoys" Mora looked down at the ring, soon she would enter her father's past domain, to say she was nervous was an understatement.
Mora had seen picture of Malfoy Manor in many history books but the reality was very different. The once grand house was derelict and part in ruins, the gates creaked open as Mora and Luna approached,
"I'm scared" Mora whispered, Luna crouched in front of her and straightened her robes,
"She is your grandmother, a woman just like you and me" A door opened nearby and a tall, regal looking woman in black and silver robes stepped into the late afternoon sunshine, she turned her silvery blue eyes to Luna,
"You are the woman my son married?" Luna nodded and displayed her hand for her mother-in-law to see,
"Very well" Her eyes dropped to Mora, Tears began to run down the creased cheeks,
"You . . . look so much like your father did at your age . . . before . . ." She covered her eyes with a shaking hand for a moment before gesturing for Mora to enter. Luna kissed her daughter's cheek, then apparated away before she changed her mind about leaving her.
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Mora followed her grandmother through the doorway into a spiderweb strewn hallway, several skulls leered down at her, she moved closer to Narcissa, who let a small wry smile onto her lips,
"Your grandfather's choice of decoration"
"What was he like?"
"He was everything the history books have told you" Mora shuddered thinking of the life bother her father and grandmother must have endured at the hands of such a man. They moved through a labyrinth of dingy, dustfilled corridors to arrive in a small, cosy room, decorated with purple flowers, a fire burned in the grate and through a doorway Mora glimpsed a bedroom decorated in a similar way,
"Please, sit down" Mora perched on the end of a purple and black recliner and her eyes darted around the room, resting for only a moment on her Grandmother's face,
"You look trapped, Child" Narcissa said sadly, Mora stared at her shoes,
"I'm not forcing you to stay, I can give you floo powder and you can go home . . . I wont force a frightened child to stay where she is scared" Mora's eyes snapped up,
"I'm not scared" She said defiantly, "Or a child" Narcissa smiled once more,
"A Malfoy indeed"
Mora looked up at her curiously,
"What is a Malfoy?"
"A Malfoy?" Narcissa was suprised by the question and looked thoughtfully around her, her eyes settled on her parent's portraits.
"Look at these, Chi . . ." Mora raised an eyebrow and smiled ". . . Mora, they are your Great Grandparents, my father and mother" Mora gazed at the sleeping figures, one was a fragile looking woman with black, curly hair and delicate sunkissed features, the other was a hard faced man, who frowned even in sleep, his hair was ash blonde and cut short.
"They were both purebloods but very different people, it was amarriage of money and status, not love" A cloud crossed her face and Mora knew how dangerous her parents' marriage had been,
"She was an elitest, I admit that, but she was kind, she beleived that wizards of lower breeds should be pityed and encouraged to enter simple service employment, I have tried to follow her exampl, though I now know that a wizard's breed has no bearing on their character"
She turned to her father's portrait, he grunted in his sleep,
"My father beleived the opposite, to him anyone less than a pureblood was scum to be exterminated without mercy, my sister bellatrix followed his line to the letter, as did Lucius, so you tell me what a Malfoy is"
Mora walked over to the paintings and said quietly,
"A Malfoy hides behind a mask, you do, so did my Daddy and so have I" An idea struck her and in a burst of childish excitement she grasped Narcissa's hand,
"You have to live with us!"
"I couldn't, what would people think?"
"They can think what they want, you're trapped in this place, you need to be yourself not a mask" Hope shone in the old woman's eyes. Would she be accepted? Would they forgive her?
She let her son's only child pull her towards the fireplace, soon they were spinning into Luna's kitchen.
"Mummy, we're home"
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