Hi everyone! Welcome to my first ever Harry Potter fanfic! I recently discovered HP fanfiction, and I'm going to take a crack at my own story. I've wanted to do NaNoWriMo for years, and I'm a bit late, but I am just going to see how much of it I can get done this month, then we'll have a big editing session and I'll finish the story up. :) I'd just like to get myself into writing, so the plan is to update every day, even if it is just a mini chapter. That means there is no beta and no editing, so it might get a bit dicey as it comes out of my brain to my fingers, haha. Please leave me a review if you spot anything egregious!
A few items of housekeeping: I don't own the characters, and please excuse my blatant American language. While I wish I was British, I am not. Lastly, reviews are the fuel of writers, so please let me know what you think!
EDITED NOV 2021
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The best moment in the woman's life was right now, and all she wanted to do was let her eyes close and fall into a deep slumber. Her sleek blonde hair was plastered to her neck with sweat, and her skin felt clammy. The labor had been strenuous, but so, so worth it. Instead of letting sleep claim her, the healer placed a tiny bundle into her outstretched arms. All of her tiredness melted away. She stared down at the already sleeping form of her newborn son and a lone tear escaped her eye. The red, wrinkled face was the most precious thing she had ever seen. The woman raised the tiny being to her lips and kissed his forehead, whispering "I'll keep you safe, forever." As the healer took the bundle to hand it to the proud new father, Narcissa fell into a contented slumber.
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Narcissa sat straight up in her king-sized canopy bed. She'd been in a deep sleep, but the feeling of one of the manor wards being tripped had her awake as a light in less than a second. She made no sound as she slid her slippers on her feet and grabbed her mahogany wand. She slipped on her silken robe just as wandlights were visible under the door.
Rather than swinging the door wide and addressing the intruders immediately, she took a leaf out of Slytherin's book and slowly turned the golden doorknob. Opening the door a mere sliver, she could see the two figures that slunk silently past her room.
'Not Draco!' was the thought that kept racing through her mind as they turned down the Eastern corridor that led straight to his room, where he was currently sleeping. Narcissa felt the panic begin to flutter in her chest. Surely they were here to take him from her. She nearly cried out that they just needed to take her instead! Narcissa clamped a hand over her mouth to keep herself from speaking out.
'I'm no good to him dead.'
And Narcissa had witnessed so many deaths.
She had no doubts that she was dispensable. Her years under the Dark Lord's thumb had taught her that everyone was replaceable. Narcissa did not recognize the common, burlier figure, but a sliver of moonlight on the skinnier man showed her the snarling features of Rabastan Lestrange. Knowing the identity of one helped her to identify the other as his elder brother, Rodolphus.
The two men kept their loyalty to the Dark Lord, even years after his defeat. Narcissa, being family through her late sister's marriage to Rodolphus, had been through rigorous Ministry interrogations on the location of the two. She'd not known their whereabouts and had no doubts that after their sojourn into her home tonight, she'd not be able to find them again.
Thus, they must not take her Draco. She loved him dearly, headstrong though he was.
Due to her Ministry imposed punishment ('house arrest! How dare they!') she only had him. Without her boy she would have nothing but a wimpy house elf for company! Lucius was in prison. Nobody came to take tea with her anymore. The Floo to the manor was only open in the east parlor, and it was only open for incoming. She could not call out for help. Draco was her only link to the outside world, and he was in danger!
The two men apparently decided they were done with their subterfuge, as they flung the double doors to Draco's quarters open with a loud band. A muttered spell, a flash of red light, and she knew her son had been stunned in his sleep.
'They must have plans for him…'
Narcissa raised her wand at their backs, but before she could do anything, she was hit with a curse from behind.
"Did you really think we would forget you, m'beauty?"
Narcissa's blood ran cold as she heard the voice of the third man, who had waited for her to make her move. She was trapped in the full body bind as the three men levitated the sleeping body of her beautiful boy from the manor.
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