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Narcissa apparated home with a loud crack. She hurried to the anonymous fireplace Lucius kept in his study. She flooed the Daily Prophet and threw in a letter advising them to go to the Potter house in Godric's Hollow with a cameraman right away.
Now, all she could do was wait. She went to the public fireplace in the receiving room and sat on the settee with some needlepoint. She waved her wand and the needle wove in and out of the fabric. Less than 15 minutes later, someone called on the floo. Narcissa took a deep breath and put her most serene look upon her face. She answered the call.
"Yes, who may I ask is calling?" Narcissa asked the head in the fireplace.
"Madam Malfoy. My name is Curtis Margipaine. I'm a photographer with the Daily Prophet. You'd better come through. It's your husband and your son."
"Draco? Lucius? What's wrong?" She let a concerned look come over her face.
"Please, ma'am. Just come through," Curtis said to the now distraught woman.
Narcissa followed the man through to the Potter sitting room.
"The Potter home? Lucius was visiting his dear friend James today. What happened here?" She looked around the spell damaged room until she spotted the dead bodies in the corner.
"Lucius! NO! Please, goddess, no!" The woman ran to her dead husband and threw herself across his chest. The photographer followed her, snapping pictures all the while.
After a moment she looked up, horrified. "Not Draco. You said my husband and my son. Please, not Draco!"
The photographer waved to the stairs. Narcissa stood and ran up the stairs. Harry and Draco were still laying posed as she'd left them. She grabbed Harry's little hand and dropped to her knees beside the crib. Her sobs echoing around the room at the sight of the living, healthy babies. The photographer thought it was a front page shot.
"Little Harry. My precious Draco. You're alright," she sobbed, before turning to look behind her.
"Lily! My best friend, please not you, too!" Narcissa turned and grabbed the dead Lily Potter's hand and sobbed until she started to hyperventilate. The reporters caught it all.
Soon, Sirius Black arrived. The reporters got an eye full of his grief over James and Lily. He grabbed little Harry out of his crib and started to leave. He didn't even register that Narcissa was present. He was in a fog of rage and grief.
Hagrid met the man at the door and demanded the baby. Per Dumbledore's orders, little Harry was to be taken to live with the Muggles. Narcissa listened with interest as Sirius gave up the baby and his motorcycle to go look for the supposed traitor, Peter Pettigrew.
Narcissa picked up little Draco and whispered to the room. "Dobby, follow Harry."
She heard a quiet, "Yes, Mistress," and a muffled pop before he was gone. Narcissa spoke with the reporters for a few more moments, especially after it was discovered that Voldemort's broken wand and empty robes lay in little Harry Potter's room in front of his bed and behind his dead mother.
The legend of the boy-who-lived was born.
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