Chapter 10 - All hell break loose
Lucius pointed at Harry and glared at Draco. "What is he doing here?" Lucius spat. "You were eavesdropping, weren't you?
Narcissa fixated a stare at Harry. She gaped at him. "S-Sirius?"
Draco took a deep breath. "I brought him along, Father. Mother, he is Harry Potter, James and Lily Potter's son."
"Sirius is my godfather," Harry added helpfully, to which he received a warning glare from Lucius.
"Of course..." Narcissa breathed. "You look so much alike..."
Harry beamed. Both father and son looked like they wanted to kill Harry. Draco looked vaguely regretful for bring Harry along with him.
"Harry, maybe you should -" Draco said, clenching his jaw.
"Can I meet him?" Narcissa interrupted. Her eyes shone brightly. "Can I meet Sirius?"
Harry opened his mouth to reply. Draco and Lucius exchanged a look. "Nice to have you here, Harry! Be seeing you!" Draco rushed madly, pushing Harry out the door.
The Malfoys stared at each other in the awkward silence. Neither of them moved an inch or made a sound.
"So," Draco said brightly, breaking the uncomfortable silence. He desperately wished Hermione was here to help him.
"Narcissa, I'm here to bring you home," Lucius broke in softly.
Narcissa and Draco stared at Lucius in surprise.
But what about Artemisia? Draco asked his father, hoping Lucius can hear him.
"Artemisia and I are over. I realised you're the one true love that I need..." he trailed off, giving Draco a look.
Draco got confused. He had saw Artemisia, hadn't he? It wasn't an illusion... right?
"I truly am sorry, Narcissa," he continued sincerely, something Draco thought his father could not do.
Narcissa's eyes grew big. She did not know if he was lying or not. She realised, with a pang, that they had not seen each other for quite some time because she could no longer tell if he was lying.
"R-really?" she whispered uncertainly.
Draco was looking rather uncertain himself.
Lucius looked hurt. No one could tell if it was real or just flawless acting. "You doubt me?"
At that instant, the door was yanked open, showing Harry and...
Sirius Black.
Hermione was at the desk again, writing in the parchment about her feelings and encounters. Maybe someday she will publish her story to the world.
"I can't believe I forgot to ask Draco," Hermione muttered to herself. Then again, who had the heart? The poor boy just found out that his mother was in a psychiatric ward.
Just then, the door opened quietly. It was so silent that Hermione almost couldn't catch it. She turned around, expecting to see Draco. "Drac-" she stopped and stared. "What are you doing here?"
Beliarosa smirked at her. She walked up to Hermione, her feet barely making a sound. Then she did something Hermione had never imagine Beliarosa to do. The sound echoed through the room.
"Why did you slap me?" Hermione yelled in rage, rubbing her cheek.
"For stealing my Draco," Beliarosa replied coolly.
Hermione clenched her fists. "He was never yours!" she shouted
"He was mine in fifth year," Beliarosa emphasized, eyeing Hermione, knowing she was emotional about that year. Her words were like another slap to Hermione, except that it hurt worse.
Hermione glared at Beliarosa wordlessly. She was right after all. Draco had left her for Beliarosa in fifth year. Hermione had no guarantee that Draco would not do it again. She was not about to show it to Beliarosa though.
"He's going to be mine now," Hermione answered back in the same tone Beliarosa had used a while ago. An eye for an eye, thought Hermione gleefully.
Beliarosa snorted (rather unladylike of her, Hermione thought). "Not if you are dead," she drawled, taking out her wand. Hermione immediately picked hers up from the desk, knowing what it all meant.
The two girls raised their wands.
"May the best girl wins," Hermione murmured.
All of them exchanged looks. Sirius was the first to react.
"'Ciss?" he sputtered, staring at Narcissa. He turned to Harry. "Is this some kind of joke?"
Harry shook his head and looked proud of himself. Draco stared at him in disgust. Narcissa, however, was gazing at Sirius with a wide smile, pleased that he used her pet name.
Lucius glared at Sirius with hatred.
"Harry, why did you bring me here?" Sirius asked, his eyes never leaving Narcissa. That made her glad.
"Mrs. Malfoy wanted to see you," Harry stated, beaming at Narcissa and receiving her smile.
"I miss you, Sirius," Narcissa murmured. Draco turned away and caught a glimpse of hurt in Lucius' eyes.
Sirius avoided Narcissa's intense gaze. "Been long since we have met..." he trailed off, not knowing what to say. He glanced at Narcissa. "God, you look like crap."
Narcissa gasped and tears welled up in her eyes. Harry chuckled softly to himself. Draco was furious. He sent both Harry and Sirius laser glares. It was a matter of seconds before Lucius slammed a fist into Sirius' nose.
"Never speak of my wife like that," he hissed.
Narcissa gazed at Lucius gratefully while Sirius glared at him. He moved like lightning and kicked Lucius. Lucius reeled back and grimaced. Both of them were now in fighting position.
Draco turned to Harry and shoved him onto the floor. "Why did you bring him here?" he spat out the words, disgusted.
Harry got up in an instant and the two of them exchanged glares. They circled each other cautiously, once in a while blocking a punch from the opponent.
The psychiatric ward was in chaos.
In fact, Narcissa was the sanest among them all.