Narcissa Malfoy watched the procession of her son and husband descending into the ground. It was a sombre moment, Lucius had died, along with Draco in a dark artefact that had gone wrong. Narcissa did not know what it was, or why it had happened, but it did. She was alone, and many people thought the witch would waste away without her loving husband or adoring son. She remembered Draconis, her young babe in his arms, learning to walk and talk. The carefree child that Lucius had sunk his claws into and made him into something he was not. Narcissa thought that one day she hoped that Draco would have changed as the memory faded, bringing her out of her daydreaming to watch the caskets covered in earth.
Narcissa turned leaving the group of Lucius's associates to weep, yet she had not shed a single tear. She was a Black by birth, not some maiden in distress. She left the vultures alone, tomorrow she was sure they would seek there pray. But for now, she would return to her apartment in London. She glided into the clearing, before taking one more look and the end of the Malfoy line scowling and thanking the gods, that in history would see a better future for the world.
Arriving at her home now, Narcissa was glad that the elves had already moved many of her belongings as she changed, she walked to her desk the magical window sending bright sunlight onto the parchment and seemed to glow around her. The warmth rekindled her spirit, as Narcissa dipped her quill into the inkwell forcing herself to write her next adventure.
Narcissa found herself sitting in her favourite tearoom, looking over her plans. 'First Gringotts' she muttered looking around at the muggles going about there day. 'Who is Lord Black?' she muttered, recalling their family tree. It was either Sirius or the line would fall to the next, she drew a circle around the name fearing it. The server interrupted Narcissa who asked for anything else, Narcissa looked surprised then laughed shaking her head. Upon paying, she left towards the inner city or more commonly known as the wizarding world.
Narcissa had placed a glamor charm, before she entered the leaky cauldron. She had always had a problem with the place. It was so common, unkept and dirty. Contrary to belief, Narcissa was not a bigot like her sister or Lucius. She had a problem with muggleborn's not respecting the traditions of the magical world. It was not their fault, she always had blamed Albus for that. Many purebloods had volunteered to teach the class, it would have alleviated many of the problems that they faced. But in time, with a new Lord Black at the helm, she would get there wish.
Walking up the stairs, she already felt the goblins eyes falling onto her as she dropped the glamor and headed inside. Finding a free teller, she asked for the Black accountant as the goblin simply pointed to another motioning her to follow. She had over the years, seen him countless times before the ministry forced the goblins to hand over some of the black conglomerate to Lucius. The main vaults were safe from Lucius or his associates, they only had stripped many of the business bare, but some had lived throughout.
Narcissa believed in her family, and that brought her to rethink her relationship with her sister Andromeda. Now she would see her again. The goblin had stopped pointed her in before bowing away, the ancient Black account manager sat upon his chair like a throne. Narcissa curtsied, leaving the goblin to bow before offering the seat.
"My condolences Mrs. Malfoy."
Narcissa nodded her thanks, before getting to business.
"Master Goblin, I am here to seek who is the head of the Ancient and Noble house of Black."
The goblin grinned, forcing his teeth in a predatory way. "Most interesting it is, tell me lady Malfoy. Now that Lord Malfoy has perished, I have unsealed the will of the late Lord Black." Narcissa scowled at the memory of Lucius looking smug. "It named Sirius Black; Arcturus Blacks chosen heir. With his incarceration, we believed the line would go extinct, but we found that Sirius Black was the Heir by magic." Narcissa frowned, this did not make any sense. "We then opened a case up; Sirius Black is illegally incarcerated upon no trail was given."
Narcissa blinked in surprise. The end of the war was chaotic on several fronts, she would have assumed Sirius had been cursed to turn on the potters. She pointed out that the goblin said was the Heir.
"Yes" the goblin frowned. "I believe in simple terms Sirius cannot have children; magic then falls to his chosen heir."
"Sirius had a child?" asked Narcissa in shock.
"No, but he had a godson. With the proper terms and conditions of ancient times."
She blinked and finished the conversation for him. "Harry Potter."
The goblin again grinned madly, "he is the last of his line, he is Lord Potter Black." Narcissa nodded, as she remembered that Harry was related to the Black's as the goblin pointed out it would have gone to Harry anyway.
"So, I need to seek out Lord Potter." Narcissa finished.
The goblin sighed, "No Lady Malfoy, Lord Potter visited us yesterday. We have brought this to his attention."
Narcissa believed there was not something that the goblins would divulge or hiding from her as she pressed the matter.
The accountant grew grim, before telling her of the conversation. "Lord Potter came to Gringotts early to withdraw money. upon further inspection, we found a mail ward baring correspondence. We have found that his illegal magical guardian had placed several blocks and kept him in the muggle world no better than a mistreated house elf."
Narcissa's eyes grew wide, the information was not good.
"We goblins do not normally take matters concerning wizarding world into our hands, but since it is a Lord of two ancient houses and the-boy-who-lived no less, we had no choice."
Narcissa nodded sagely. "What of his condition?"
"Alive and recovering. Which brings us to our next point."
Narcissa nodded, waiting for the goblin to rearrange his desk in parchment. "As Lord Potter-Black is still underage. We believe he needs a steward. To be blunt my lady, you are in the best position to take care of the boy."
Narcissa nodded, waiting for the goblin to continue.
"The boy knows nothing; I mean nothing of his history or his responsibility. He knows nothing of an heir or lordship. He will need to learn estate management, etiquette amongst other lessons on politics. I have taken over the Potter accounts as its previous accountant, well did not live up to his duties."
Narcissa nodded, remembering when she was younger, and a goblin clerk stole and was caught. She turned to the accountant and accepted the task.
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