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Narcissa could do nothing but watch as her husband mentally tortured her son into being the perfect pureblood prodigy. He wanted Draco to be just spitting perfect. Human or not did not matter any more?
Draco was meant to hate on houses, hate on people based on blood and also hate on other breeds.
Narcissa, coming from a pureblood family, actually never liked such things. She was one of the Black daughters who lived in the filth of pureblood vs muggleblood war for years. She has seen what hatred does to people. But she could do nothing against her husbands word to make her son a better human than a death eater.
She watched and read, day after day, how her son suffered the mistakes of his father. How he had to chose his friends and love on the basis of who was pureblooded. How he had to be better than Potter just cause it pleased the Dark Lord.
She watched as his heart broke when he had to fulfill the Dark Lord's order and kill his headmaster. She watched it silently and tearfully.
But not anymore.
As she saw Harry lay on the forest land, she knew this was her only chance of saving her only son.
The announcement "dead!" did not mean that Harry died, no it meant that the old Draco died. From that day onward, Narcissa gave the world HER son. Her Draco. A Draco without Lucius's interference.
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