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Bored, hence my quickness. Thanks for the favs/follows/reviews, in this chapter words are stolen by J.K Rowling but I am not her. Oh my this story is almost going to finish! :( JD
Lady Narcissa Malfoy is playing a dangerous game, manipulating her own sister and the Dark Lord. Without her husband she has become distraught. A lot more than she thought she would be. I must love the man to deal with this shit.
Quite messy haired and haggard from working in the ministry all day Narcissa leaves the office that is usually occupied by Lucius, with Draco following her.
Sweetheart ... tonight I'll be sent to Azkaban. Sweetheart take care of Dragon, I Lo ... the only person you can trust is Severus.
Narcissa grimaces ... I Lo ... Lucius still to this day won't admit he Loves Narcissa. It's breaking Narcissa's usually unbreakable heart to realise what her husband is going through, the memories the Dementor's will evoke ... Narcissa shudders.
Narcissa is slapped back into reality with hearing a chuckle, she looks up and realises it's Mr Arthur Weasley.
"My my how have the tables have turned, look how far the Malfoy family has fallen ... Lucius has to rely on his little wife to do his dirty work."
Narcissa raises an eyebrow and bares her teeth menacingly, "At least I don't use current circumstances to get a promotion and create profits from selling poison to children ... Ah but of course there must be some benefit for working for the Dark Lord Dumbledore."
Arthur looks slightly confused, "Poison? ..."
Narcissa barks out a laugh, "You mean to tell me you don't know that your own sons are selling the RAPE, pardon I mean love potion poison ... but forgive me I forget who I'm talking to, your sons probably learnt from their mother considering how much she probably makes the poison for you. For why else would you have stayed with that women for all these years."
Arthur goes red in the face with anger but Narcissa grabs her sons hands and stalks off before he has a chance to retort.
"Wow mum, I didn't know you hated the Weasley's as much as dad."
... Narcissa smirks, "I'm channeling your father."
"VERNON are you insane, why on earth would I want to bring in more children into this disgusting world. Love HE is back. I have spared you a lot of disgusting details but him and his followers are the type who skin muggles alive for giggles ... IF the war goes to the muggle side this time we are DOOMED. So please ... please stop suggesting we try."
... But he doesn't. Vernon doesn't give up and every time he does bring up the subject my excuses become more weak. After months talking about the subject I decide that I don't like letting the magic world win and that I really do want another child so against my better judgement I agree for us to try.
"The Order is sure Voldemort will target you, whether to torture you to try and find out where I am, or because he thinks by holding you hostage I'd come and try to rescue you."
There is no question what Harry means by that statement, Voldemort thinks I'll come to save you, but I won't.
"You've got to go into hiding and the Order wants to help. You're being offered serious protection, the best there is."
"I thought there was a Ministry of Magic?"
"There is,"
"Well, then, why can't they protect us? It seems to me that, as innocent victims, guilty of nothing more than harboring a marked man, we ought to qualify for government protection!"
Harry laughs,"You heard what Mr. Weasley and Kingsley said, we think the Ministry has been infiltrated."
"All right, all right, let's say, for the sake of argument, we accept this protection. I still don't see why we can't have that Kingsley bloke."
"As I've told you, Kingsley is protecting the Mug — I mean, your Prime Minister."
"Exactly — he's the best!"
"Well, he's taken, but Hestia Jones and Dedalus Diggle are more than up to the job —"
"If we'd even seen CVs . . ."
Harry gets up annoyed and starts pointing to the television, "These accidents aren't accidents — the crashes and explosions and derailments and whatever else has happened since we last watched the news. People are disappearing and dying and he's behind it — Voldemort. I've told you this over and over again, he kills Muggles for fun. Even the fogs — they're caused by dementors, and if you can't remember what they are, ask your son!"
"There are . . . more of them?"
"More?" laughs Harry. Harry keeps laughing which isn't helping his cause, Vernon needs these explanations to be sure that what we are doing is right. Especially since this means we'll be jobless, homeless.
"More than the two that attacked us, you mean? Of course there are, there are hundreds, maybe thousands by this time, seeing as they feed off fear and despair —"
"All right, all right, you've made your point —"
"I hope so, because once I'm seventeen, all of them — Death Eaters, dementors, maybe even Inferi — which means dead bodies enchanted by a Dark wizard — will be able to find you and will certainly attack you. And if you remember the last time you tried to outrun wizards, I think you'll agree you need help."
"But what about my work? What about Dudley's school? I don't suppose those things matter to a bunch of layabout wizards —"
"Don't you understand? They will torture and kill you like they did my parents!"
Like they did MY parents and siblings, Harry has been so patient explaining this all to Vernon. Vernon just doesn't want to believe me. I don't blame him, I don't want to believe it either.
"Dad, Dad — I'm going with these Order people."
"Dudley, for the first time in your life, you're talking sense."
"They'll be here in about five minutes," Harry says, leaving. At least he gives us warning this time.
"Blimey, Dudley, did the dementors blow a different personality into you?"
"Dunno, see you, Harry."
"Yeah . . . Maybe. Take care, Big D."
Dudley is so sweet, all the problems Harry's has caused and he still finds it in his heart to want Harry to stay with us. I am way too emotional, I suppose being pregnant will do that to someone. Looking up I realise I am all by myself with Harry, I hastily put my handkerchief away.
"Well — good-bye," I say and start marching to the door without looking at him.
"Good-bye," Replies Harry.
I turn back to ... to ... he looks so much like his father. Oh Har, please don't die. I nod my head and don't manage to say anything and leave.
