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Hi my lovelies! I'm back, I hope you enjoyed the last chapter. The first couple chapters of this fic revolve around the perspectives of multiple characters; Narcissa or Lucius, Draco, Hermione, and Dumbledore. ( I hope??? ) You'll understand why later on, I hope it's not too much of an issue. I know reading multiple perspectives can get annoying, but I'll try my best not to bore you :)
I don't own any of the characters except for my OC's. The HPU does not belong to me, but to J.K. Rowling.
Also, short chapter. I'm sorry :(
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Much love xx
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Obsidian crocodile leather heels pounded angrily against the smooth stone floors of the dark corridor that lead up to the headmasters tower. Narcissa Malfoy's perfectly sculpted face, devoid of all emotion, held naught but the slightest frown.
How dare he, She internally raged as her features wavered, threatening to shatter the calm façade she had learned to perfect over the course of her lifetime. We told that old fool not to let something like this happen, Narcissa ranted to herself. He knew.She continued to make her way towards Dumbledore's office, ignoring the searing pain that coursed through the soles of her feet. She sighed in frustration, reminding herself to take the floo next time around.
It didn't take her too long to locate the magnificent griffin statue that was used as a barrier between an unwanted gaze and the mysteries of the Headmaster's office. She narrowed her eyes at the stony creature as it began to shift into it's lively shape.
"Password," the living statue demanded as it scowled in disgust at the platinum blonde that stood before it.
" Let me in," Narcissa commanded calmly, trying not to reveal her itching impatience. On the bottom side of that statue was a staircase that lead to the one man who she, at the moment, was currently more than willing to avada to the void of the unknown and beyond. But unfortunately, things weren't that simple.
" That's not the password," the griffin's voice, dark and deep, was laced with annoyance...much to the witch's irritation.
" Let.me.in" Narcissa hissed in anger.
" That's not the pas—" the stony creature never got to finish it's sentence as it's eyes widened in panic as the tip of Narcissa's wand was placed just under the end of it's Stoney nose.
" I don't have time for any of your horrendous games," she spat as she continued to speak," now let me in before I blow you to bits."
The threat did not go to waste, as the guardian cautiously narrowed it's eyes and proceeded to hastily spin in slow motion, the action revealing the high rising entrance to the narrow staircase that lead up to Dumbledore's wondrous office.
Upon seeing the unveiled entrance to the endless stairs guiding the way to her destination, Narcissa hastily stepped onto the revolving stairs as she made her way up the tower and into Dumbledores office.
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A familiar sense of nostalgia attacked her senses as the blonde stepped into dumbledore's office, she hadn't been there in years. She scanned the room, failing to disguise her sense of awe as she observed the new magical details of the ancient space.
" I see the display never fails to impress," Narcissa's eyes shifted to view the old wizard before her.
" Albus," - her stormy eyes flashed coldly as she stalked towards the desk the headmaster calmly sat behind - " I think it's time we had a little chat."
Dumbledore shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he watched the beautiful witch elegantly sit down in the chair in front of him. She noticed his anxious movements and smiled in satisfaction.
" Good," she stared at the headmaster mercilessly as their eyes clashed. " You know why I'm here."
"Narcissa—"
" Do you remember when my son was born, Albus?" Narcissa's light blue eyes narrow ever so slightly as she watched him nod his head in confirmation.
" Quite the little prince he was. I vowed to protect him with my life," she reached into the small leather purse that had been resting by her heels, pulling out a small photo of her dearest son and showing it to Albus.
A weathered hand reached out to grasp the photo gently, old blue eyes observed the infant shown on the piece of parchment carefully. He offered a small smile when the child giggled, before giving back the photo to the young woman ( witch?? ) before him.
"Such a beautiful baby boy..." her voice faltered as she ran her thumb over the small parchment that lay in her palm. And then...silence.
After what felt like hours, Dumbledore sighed," I'm afraid removing Draco from the tournament is not possible, Narcissa, I'm sorry."
Her eyes darkened but she stayed silent. Her hands shook in silent rage as Dumbledore continued to speak.
" You know I don't make the rules, it can't be helped. His fate is sealed."Narcissa stood up abruptly, startling the Headmaster.
"Are you forgetting that my son," she challenged dangerously," is your last hope?"
Albus shook his head," The role he was meant to play died when Harry Potter was born. You may have birthed a little prince, but lily birthed a savior."
She pounded the desk with a heavy fist," A savior you are willing to sacrifice for the sole purpose of wizarding entertainment!! Your insolence will be what brings death to our children—"
" ENOUGH!!" The old wizard bellowed in anger, agitation on clear display," I am truly sorry Narcissa, if Draco dies I-"
Narcissa interrupted him with hard eyes and a raised hand.
" The gods will never forgive you for such a sin, Albus. Nor will I. "
" And what sin did I commit Mrs.Malfoy? Merlin cannot punish me for something I did not do." He stared at her coldly, taking the insult to heart.
" Even you have limits Albus, you will remove my son from this tournament before it's too late."
He sat there in silence, trying not to grimace under the gaze of a furious mother, "It is not possible, it has been long since the opportunity has passed. But please, Narcissa, you must be on your way."
Dumbledore watched as Narcissa walked back towards the entrance, small baubles and trinkets shifted and waved violently on his shelves as her rage shook the room. He stood as she stopped to turn around, nails digging into the palms of her hands.
" Their blood is on your hands, yet unlike the others, their deaths shall not be praised and their blood shall not be cleansed from neither your fingertips or your conscience." - she turned back around - " Good evening, Albus."
And with that she made her leave, heels once again pounding angrily back down the path they had come from, leaving the soft echo of click clack behind them.
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A/N
Holy fuck that took so long to write. I am sosososososo sorry for the wait. Anyways, this chapter was actually vital to the plot. It's not much but, I really love how it turned out. I promise you'll get more dramione sooner rather than later. But this is a slow burn— at least that's what I'm aiming for.
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