Narcissa was oblivious to her husband's troubles when she entered her
chambers, distressed at the sudden turn of events.
Smiling grimily through her tears, she stroked the angelic face of her sleeping child, Draco.
Even though she'd never say it to her husband after what he'd done, in her heart she'd agreed that Draco was the perfect name for her boy.
Draco was supposed to take her husband's mind off of the hated Dark Lord, and make him more conscious of his growing family. She loathed the thought of how her son would now have to grow up forever dark, an heir and pawn of Voldemort. The dark mark of the dragon, etched onto his baby skin, was already filling her heart with anticipation for what dark deeds she knew he would soon be doing.
It was pathetic. She had absolutely no control over the future of her own dear child.
And for that reason, she hated the mere thought of You-Know-Who. The powerful, dark wizard had killed her parents when they'd shied from joining him, and was now threatening to break apart her next family too. When they'd married, she'd painfully bore her husband's involvement with Voldemort, never asking to know or speaking out against his activities. But this time, with the branding of her own flesh and blood, she knew that Voldemort had gone quite far enough.
"This time," the woman mumbled as she got up and paced the room, "I could not- would not stand it for herself to raise my family's own doom."
Finally the pacing stopped, and Narcissa knew what she must do. With grief etched into her heart, she grabbed some parchment and ink, and began to write.
To anyone whom this may concern, she scribbled. She paused, and then began the next line. This boy here currently has no home to go to. Out of the kindness of your heart, please let him stay with you and your family. He may be of some use there- At this point she broke off, sobbing. She was giving her own child away, away from evil, and for the good of the world.
Quickly finishing her letter, Narcissa placed her child into a light basket, and stuffed some golden coins in payment.
She took one last gaze at her son, kissed him one last time, and sobbed. Finally, amidst flowing tears, she finally called for her familiar, Moonlight.
A huge, white owl approached the sorrowed woman cautiously. Making sure that all was in place, Narcissa proceeded to whisper her intentions to her pet.
Then, with unbelievable courage, she opened the windows, and motioned the owl to go. Unhesitant, it set off, and was soon only a white speck in the dawning sky.
"Goodbye. my son," Narcissa whispered. She had done what she thought was best, but still, an anguished scream was filling her soul.
*****
Moonlight the owl flew gently across the star-dotted sky, floating gently in the process as if he was really a white feather rather than a seventy-pound bird. The human whom he followed orders from had told him to set his package upon the doorstep of any reliable Muggle town, and he was intent on completing her wishes. After all, finding a smart, responsible, and caring owner was not common, and most of his fellow owl friends had ended up with cold humans whose only wishes were for them to deliver and return, a monotone process that not even the strongest of the owls could endure for long if they continued to do it endlessly.
It was only by luck and chance that he had found a loving owner; the rest of his friends might not have been so lucky. Moonlight had suddenly drifted deep into his owl-thoughts, not paying any attention to his surroundings and the task currently at hand.
So it came as a surprise for him when he was suddenly jotted out of his thoughts by a complete and un-owl-like bump on the head. His package was immediately jutted out of his talons, and sunk to the ground. The owl ruffled his feathers impatiently as he tried to regain from the dizziness of his crash. What was he doing, thinking in the middle of a flight- if his friends could see him now, they'd have a hooting fit.
But suddenly remembering the importance of his mission again, Moonlight flew awkwardly towards the ground to pick up the package again.
Then he looked up by chance, and saw the most homely thing that was ever imaginable: a neat, modern, medium-sized, home. He knew immediately that it was a Muggle one; the lamplights on the street beside it gave it away easily.
Happy that he had finally found his package's destination, the owl proceeded to place the bundle he was carrying near the front steps.
After several hoots of success, Moonlight took off and sailed into the air again, never knowing that the package he was carrying was actually a human boy, and he had dropped him off with one of the worst Muggles ever, the Dursleys of Privet Drive.
Smiling grimily through her tears, she stroked the angelic face of her sleeping child, Draco.
Even though she'd never say it to her husband after what he'd done, in her heart she'd agreed that Draco was the perfect name for her boy.
Draco was supposed to take her husband's mind off of the hated Dark Lord, and make him more conscious of his growing family. She loathed the thought of how her son would now have to grow up forever dark, an heir and pawn of Voldemort. The dark mark of the dragon, etched onto his baby skin, was already filling her heart with anticipation for what dark deeds she knew he would soon be doing.
It was pathetic. She had absolutely no control over the future of her own dear child.
And for that reason, she hated the mere thought of You-Know-Who. The powerful, dark wizard had killed her parents when they'd shied from joining him, and was now threatening to break apart her next family too. When they'd married, she'd painfully bore her husband's involvement with Voldemort, never asking to know or speaking out against his activities. But this time, with the branding of her own flesh and blood, she knew that Voldemort had gone quite far enough.
"This time," the woman mumbled as she got up and paced the room, "I could not- would not stand it for herself to raise my family's own doom."
Finally the pacing stopped, and Narcissa knew what she must do. With grief etched into her heart, she grabbed some parchment and ink, and began to write.
To anyone whom this may concern, she scribbled. She paused, and then began the next line. This boy here currently has no home to go to. Out of the kindness of your heart, please let him stay with you and your family. He may be of some use there- At this point she broke off, sobbing. She was giving her own child away, away from evil, and for the good of the world.
Quickly finishing her letter, Narcissa placed her child into a light basket, and stuffed some golden coins in payment.
She took one last gaze at her son, kissed him one last time, and sobbed. Finally, amidst flowing tears, she finally called for her familiar, Moonlight.
A huge, white owl approached the sorrowed woman cautiously. Making sure that all was in place, Narcissa proceeded to whisper her intentions to her pet.
Then, with unbelievable courage, she opened the windows, and motioned the owl to go. Unhesitant, it set off, and was soon only a white speck in the dawning sky.
"Goodbye. my son," Narcissa whispered. She had done what she thought was best, but still, an anguished scream was filling her soul.
*****
Moonlight the owl flew gently across the star-dotted sky, floating gently in the process as if he was really a white feather rather than a seventy-pound bird. The human whom he followed orders from had told him to set his package upon the doorstep of any reliable Muggle town, and he was intent on completing her wishes. After all, finding a smart, responsible, and caring owner was not common, and most of his fellow owl friends had ended up with cold humans whose only wishes were for them to deliver and return, a monotone process that not even the strongest of the owls could endure for long if they continued to do it endlessly.
It was only by luck and chance that he had found a loving owner; the rest of his friends might not have been so lucky. Moonlight had suddenly drifted deep into his owl-thoughts, not paying any attention to his surroundings and the task currently at hand.
So it came as a surprise for him when he was suddenly jotted out of his thoughts by a complete and un-owl-like bump on the head. His package was immediately jutted out of his talons, and sunk to the ground. The owl ruffled his feathers impatiently as he tried to regain from the dizziness of his crash. What was he doing, thinking in the middle of a flight- if his friends could see him now, they'd have a hooting fit.
But suddenly remembering the importance of his mission again, Moonlight flew awkwardly towards the ground to pick up the package again.
Then he looked up by chance, and saw the most homely thing that was ever imaginable: a neat, modern, medium-sized, home. He knew immediately that it was a Muggle one; the lamplights on the street beside it gave it away easily.
Happy that he had finally found his package's destination, the owl proceeded to place the bundle he was carrying near the front steps.
After several hoots of success, Moonlight took off and sailed into the air again, never knowing that the package he was carrying was actually a human boy, and he had dropped him off with one of the worst Muggles ever, the Dursleys of Privet Drive.