I'm My Own Worse Enemy
Lucius stared out the window at the cloudy sky. He couldn't believe it. He had been right. But Narcissa hadn't been able to escape. She was dead. He looked at the crib that held his infant son, Draco. Now the boy would never know his real mother. He would only know a memory created by an imposter. He sighed deeply and turned as the door opened.
He watched carefully as Narcissa picked up Draco from his bed and held him close. Lucius doubted that she remembered the other child she had held in her arms last night. "Good morning."
The blond woman smiled, "Isn't it?"
"I've gotten the Prophet this morning."
"Oh?" Narcissa set Draco back down in his crib. "Anything interesting?"
Lucius frowned, "Your sister's dead."
Narcissa stared at him for a moment. "What?"
"The Dark Lord was defeated last night by your Mudblood nephew. But not before he killed your sister and her husband." Lucius watched his wife closely for a reaction.
She frowned, "It was their own fault. They could have joined us."
He smiled, "I know. What are your plans for today?"
"I'll have to stop and visit London today."
"Muggle London?"
"Of course not!" Narcissa spat back. "I've turned my back on that. You know that."
"Of course darling." Lucius' eyes followed Narcissa as she left the room. His charm had worked. Now no one could tell the difference between the two women. He watched his son roll around the crib and felt sad for a moment. It wasn't fair to force the Boy Who Lived to live without his mother, but it was necessary. A necessary evil.
Lucius stared out the window at the cloudy sky. He couldn't believe it. He had been right. But Narcissa hadn't been able to escape. She was dead. He looked at the crib that held his infant son, Draco. Now the boy would never know his real mother. He would only know a memory created by an imposter. He sighed deeply and turned as the door opened.
He watched carefully as Narcissa picked up Draco from his bed and held him close. Lucius doubted that she remembered the other child she had held in her arms last night. "Good morning."
The blond woman smiled, "Isn't it?"
"I've gotten the Prophet this morning."
"Oh?" Narcissa set Draco back down in his crib. "Anything interesting?"
Lucius frowned, "Your sister's dead."
Narcissa stared at him for a moment. "What?"
"The Dark Lord was defeated last night by your Mudblood nephew. But not before he killed your sister and her husband." Lucius watched his wife closely for a reaction.
She frowned, "It was their own fault. They could have joined us."
He smiled, "I know. What are your plans for today?"
"I'll have to stop and visit London today."
"Muggle London?"
"Of course not!" Narcissa spat back. "I've turned my back on that. You know that."
"Of course darling." Lucius' eyes followed Narcissa as she left the room. His charm had worked. Now no one could tell the difference between the two women. He watched his son roll around the crib and felt sad for a moment. It wasn't fair to force the Boy Who Lived to live without his mother, but it was necessary. A necessary evil.
