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Rowlings. I own the North family, Starlight Attkins and any other person
you haven't heard of from the books.
Well, here is the next chapter. And in this one, I am slightly tweaking something was mentioned in book five. Since it never rightly said that the Black family was directly related to Narcissa through blood, I made it so that she wasn't exactly, she'll be related through marriage of one of her parents, one of whom was from another country. I will do thank yous in the last chapter because there are only two chapters left after this. That means thank yous for 19, 20, and 21. I will also do a thank yous chapter after 22. Well, here is chapter 20! Read and review!!!
Chapter 20
Narcissa Malfoy walked into the hospital deemed Saint Joseph's. It was in muggle Ireland and part of it was used as a muggle hospital, but there was also a magical part. Draco was right on the end where magic could be used sparingly. The hospital staff would get curious if someone in so terrible a condition just disappeared since he was brought in from the front. Everywhere that was for muggles had an anti magic barrier so that no magic could be used whatsoever. So the rooms in the middle of the barrier and the free zone had a lot of interference where magic was concerned.
She walked up to the front counter and waited for the receptionist to get off of the phone. She was standing there a good minute before she hung up and looked up.
"Hi, I'll be with you in just a moment," she said as she looked down to the computer and typed something in.
"Sorry for making you wait, now how may I help you?" asked the receptionist smiling.
"I would like to visit my son Draco Malfoy."
She looked back at the computer screen and typed something.
"Draco Malfoy, oh yes here he is. He's in intensive care room 1514. You'll need to take the elevator to the fifth floor and then walk to the right until you get to the end of the hallway and it turns left. His room is on the corner."
"Thank you."
With that, Narcissa walked to the elevator, pressed the fifth floor button and waited to arrive at the fifth floor. Others joined her on the elevator as it rose slowly upward. It finally reached the fifth floor and Narcissa had to push through people to get out. She looked the hall up and down trying to remember which way the receptionist had said to go. She looked to the left and saw a sign that said rooms 1475 - 1494. To the right there was a sign that read rooms 1495 - 1514. She went to the right and looked at the rooms as she passed. Some of the doors were open revealing families crying over a patient, loved ones talking, or even some that were alone and sad. Narcissa finally walked in front of room 1514, which was closed. She opened the door and walked in to find her son looking weak and thin. He was connected to a respirator, a heart monitor, and an I. V. She looked upon him with sadness in her heart.
Draco's eyes opened slowly and he looked over to his mother. "Hi mum," he said weakly and held out his hand to her.
She walked over, sat down, and took it in her own, "Draco." She smiled warmly as he squeezed her hand lightly.
"What are you doing here?" he asked curiously.
"I have a proposition for you."
"What kind of proposition?"
"Well, your friends told me about Hermione. So I have a way for you to get her back."
"Really?" his eyes lit up at those words.
"Yes, but you'll have to listen carefully. I am going to write a letter to the North family saying that it will be impossible for you and Cecily to get married because you are dead. Now they don't know that's not true, so they won't look too far into it so long as we give them a doctor's record. This is where you come in. I am going to cast a charm on you that will make you appear dead to those that didn't know you were awake already. That would mean you, Harry, and Ginny, and I, possibly Ron and his fiancée as well. Once you are out of the hospital, we will send you to your room in Malfoy Manor so you can still have proper care. But no one else will know about it. We will have a mock funeral in which everyone will think you have been cremated. Once all of the confusion dies down, you will be given a new name by the WWPP. You can still take the NEWTS because Dumbledore also knows that you are alive. He will send them to you through the post and you have to send it back everyday when you finish. You can go back to Hogwarts on graduation day, but you will still be called Draco Malfoy until two days after graduation, which is when your new name will take effect."
"Hopefully this will work," said Draco excited at the chance to win Hermione back.
"I was hoping you would agree," said Narcissa.
"You're a great actress, so it should work," said Draco admiringly having seen his mother's acting skills throughout his whole life.
"Now all you have to do is wait for me to wake you up, which will be very soon I hope."
"Thank you mum," said Draco as Narcissa stood and brought out her wand.
"Falsifichi la morte," she said and watched as a black stream of light shot out of the wand and surrounded Draco. Suddenly the heart monitor showed no heartbeat. He didn't look dead to Narcissa, but she knew that he'd look dead to all of the nurses and staff so she guessed it would be safe to continue on with the plan as soon as possible. "I love you Draco, you'll be out of here soon."
Narcissa ran into the hallway and yelled hysterically, "Nurse! Nurse! My son! Something is wrong with him!"
A nurse came running up to Narcissa and asked, "What's all the fuss mam?"
"My son, there's something wrong with him! The monitor, it was showing a heartbeat just a moment ago and now there's nothing except that long beep!" Narcissa got into the full swing of it and burst into fake tears.
"Calm down mam," said the nurse soothingly.
"Calm down? Calm down! My baby is dead and you want me to be calm?"
"Just let me check on him."
"What is there to check? You can hear the monitor just as well as I can!" she said shrilly.
The nurse looked over Narcissa's shoulder and then back at her, "Mam, please let me in, it is procedure that I check on the patients when something like this happens."
Narcissa moved away and let the nurse pass. She began to check Draco's vital signs and found that he had none.
Narcissa sobbed the whole time pretending that she believed her son to be dead.
"You were right mam, your son is dead. I'm sorry," she said lowering her head.
"No! No! No! He can't be dead! He's too young to die!" she wailed wiping the fake tears from her eyes and taking a tissue and blowing her nose.
"It's all right mam, please wait here and I will get Mr. Malfoy's doctor," said the nurse exiting the room.
'That was easier than I thought,' said Narcissa to herself.
~*::-::*~
After about three hours, Narcissa was left in her parlor with Draco in a temporary coffin and his official death certificate. She mumbled the counter charm and Draco's eyes opened. (Unknown to the hospital.)
"Mum?" he said as he sat up and saw his mother.
"It's okay Draco, you're home. Now all I have to do is write the letter to Cecily. Then you are a free man. Now I will help you to your room."
"How long will it take until I can see Hermione again?" he had to know.
"It's already May 20. You'll receive your first NEWT tomorrow. You go back to school on June first, which is the day before graduation."
"Okay."
"Now Draco, stop stalling and let's get you to your room," said Narcissa as she lifted and supported his body. He leaned heavily on her and was barely able to get his legs to move.
Ten minutes later, he was in his room and hooked up to a respirator and I. V. Narcissa knew there would be no need for a heart monitor since he was very much alive.
Fortunately she had training as a nurse since she had gone to Latvia's School of Magic (of course Lucius had thought that she went to Durmstrang, and never knew of her fighting and medical training.) She had transferred to Hogwarts in third year and her parents said that she had gone to Durmstrang so that there would not be as much spotlight on their only daughter. And the fact that Narcissa's betrothed went to that school Hogwarts was an added perk in their eyes. It was odd how she would be engaged to someone from another country, but she had found out that she was born in England and they moved to Latvia after they had arranged the marriage. It was all very complicated really.
Narcissa walked to the parlor and got out a piece of parchment to write the letter to Cecily and her parents.
Dear North family,
I'm afraid I write to you with a heavy heart as my son Draco has just passed away about three hours ago. He was involved in the war and was unfortunate to receive a deadly disease that is virtually untraceable after it has killed it's victim and so we never got to find out what had taken him. Lucius was also killed by the war, and so it is my duty to inform you that the arranged marriage between Draco and Cecily is unfortunately off due to the circumstances. I have included a copy of Draco's death certificate. I was very greatly looking forward to the union of our two children, but that can no longer happen. Draco told me in his last hour alive that he was in love with the sorceress Hermione Terra Morgan and I was most unsettled to hear this news, even though he would have married Cecily anyway. Draco's funeral will be in two days, there will only be a small crowd present as Draco said that is what he wished for. He will be cremated tomorrow, and I hope that you would please come to say goodbye to my beloved son. I wish it were some other way, but this is how it has to be.
Sincerely,
Narcissa Malfoy
She rolled up the parchment and sent it off with her best owl, Snowflake. In just a matter of an hour, they would be reading this and writing back.
She smirked as she thought of the looks on their faces as they read it.
The only thing that still wasn't quite set in stone was if Hermione would receive the news. If she heard about his death before Harry and Ginny could report to her, what would happen?
~*::The next day::*~
Justin walked up to Hermione's room and knocked on the door. He waited about a minute before the door opened, revealing a very distressed Hermione. Her eyes were slightly puffy and red, and there were light tearstains on her cheeks. It was obvious to him that she'd been crying about something and he was going to find out what.
"Hermione are you all right?"
"What do you think Justin?" she asked pertly.
"I'll take that as a no. So what is wrong?" he asked ushering her back into the room and sitting down with her on the bed . "I just received word that Draco is dead. He died last night mysteriously; they think his heart failed. Later last night, his body just disappeared after they gave his mother his death certificate. I don't know anything else about it though.
Justin smiled warmly and said, "Oh, is that all?" Just as the words came out he thought, 'oh shit, what have I done?'
Hermione looked at him sharply. "Is that all? I would have thought you would at least you would be able to understand that I am upset! One of my best friends died last night and all you can do is think of yourself?"
'I'm in deep shit now . . ." he thought as he tried to fix his mistake. "Look Her -"
"You're right, you're in deep shit! How could you be so insensitive? You're so bloody self absorbed you can't even get your head out of your ass to look around you and realize that you aren't the only one whose important! How do you think that makes me feel? You're going to be my husband for Merlin's sake and all you can do now is be a shameless, selfish prick!"
Justin sat there listening and took in all that she said to him.
"Well aren't you going to say anything Justin?" she half yelled.
"You're still in love with him."
Hermione was taken aback by this simple statement, "What?"
"You heard me. You're still in love with him."
"Who?"
"God Hermione! Who do you think? Draco Malfoy, King of the Slytherins, Prince of Purebloods, Lord of all that is evil, vile, and wrong in the world, whom, might I remind you, has called you Mudblood countless times! You know, for the smartest witch in our class and as a sorceress, you sure can be daft!"
"How dare you!" she yelled and the slap that she gave him seemed to echo off of the walls in the thick and bitter tension in the room. "He helped you out in the war and all you can do is be cruel to him even in his death and I won't stand for it anymore Justin, get out!" she said in a dangerously low voice.
"What?"
"Get out of here!" she said strongly.
"But Hermione -"
"GET OUT!" she practically screamed.
Justin stood up and began to walk out and as he opened the door he said, "Fine! You know, I don't I could really settle for half a woman anyways."
"I said get the hell out!" said Hermione throwing the engagement ring through the open door.
"It would be my pleasure!"
"Sod off!" and as she said that, the door was slammed shut and she was left in the silence.
Well, here is the next chapter. And in this one, I am slightly tweaking something was mentioned in book five. Since it never rightly said that the Black family was directly related to Narcissa through blood, I made it so that she wasn't exactly, she'll be related through marriage of one of her parents, one of whom was from another country. I will do thank yous in the last chapter because there are only two chapters left after this. That means thank yous for 19, 20, and 21. I will also do a thank yous chapter after 22. Well, here is chapter 20! Read and review!!!
Chapter 20
Narcissa Malfoy walked into the hospital deemed Saint Joseph's. It was in muggle Ireland and part of it was used as a muggle hospital, but there was also a magical part. Draco was right on the end where magic could be used sparingly. The hospital staff would get curious if someone in so terrible a condition just disappeared since he was brought in from the front. Everywhere that was for muggles had an anti magic barrier so that no magic could be used whatsoever. So the rooms in the middle of the barrier and the free zone had a lot of interference where magic was concerned.
She walked up to the front counter and waited for the receptionist to get off of the phone. She was standing there a good minute before she hung up and looked up.
"Hi, I'll be with you in just a moment," she said as she looked down to the computer and typed something in.
"Sorry for making you wait, now how may I help you?" asked the receptionist smiling.
"I would like to visit my son Draco Malfoy."
She looked back at the computer screen and typed something.
"Draco Malfoy, oh yes here he is. He's in intensive care room 1514. You'll need to take the elevator to the fifth floor and then walk to the right until you get to the end of the hallway and it turns left. His room is on the corner."
"Thank you."
With that, Narcissa walked to the elevator, pressed the fifth floor button and waited to arrive at the fifth floor. Others joined her on the elevator as it rose slowly upward. It finally reached the fifth floor and Narcissa had to push through people to get out. She looked the hall up and down trying to remember which way the receptionist had said to go. She looked to the left and saw a sign that said rooms 1475 - 1494. To the right there was a sign that read rooms 1495 - 1514. She went to the right and looked at the rooms as she passed. Some of the doors were open revealing families crying over a patient, loved ones talking, or even some that were alone and sad. Narcissa finally walked in front of room 1514, which was closed. She opened the door and walked in to find her son looking weak and thin. He was connected to a respirator, a heart monitor, and an I. V. She looked upon him with sadness in her heart.
Draco's eyes opened slowly and he looked over to his mother. "Hi mum," he said weakly and held out his hand to her.
She walked over, sat down, and took it in her own, "Draco." She smiled warmly as he squeezed her hand lightly.
"What are you doing here?" he asked curiously.
"I have a proposition for you."
"What kind of proposition?"
"Well, your friends told me about Hermione. So I have a way for you to get her back."
"Really?" his eyes lit up at those words.
"Yes, but you'll have to listen carefully. I am going to write a letter to the North family saying that it will be impossible for you and Cecily to get married because you are dead. Now they don't know that's not true, so they won't look too far into it so long as we give them a doctor's record. This is where you come in. I am going to cast a charm on you that will make you appear dead to those that didn't know you were awake already. That would mean you, Harry, and Ginny, and I, possibly Ron and his fiancée as well. Once you are out of the hospital, we will send you to your room in Malfoy Manor so you can still have proper care. But no one else will know about it. We will have a mock funeral in which everyone will think you have been cremated. Once all of the confusion dies down, you will be given a new name by the WWPP. You can still take the NEWTS because Dumbledore also knows that you are alive. He will send them to you through the post and you have to send it back everyday when you finish. You can go back to Hogwarts on graduation day, but you will still be called Draco Malfoy until two days after graduation, which is when your new name will take effect."
"Hopefully this will work," said Draco excited at the chance to win Hermione back.
"I was hoping you would agree," said Narcissa.
"You're a great actress, so it should work," said Draco admiringly having seen his mother's acting skills throughout his whole life.
"Now all you have to do is wait for me to wake you up, which will be very soon I hope."
"Thank you mum," said Draco as Narcissa stood and brought out her wand.
"Falsifichi la morte," she said and watched as a black stream of light shot out of the wand and surrounded Draco. Suddenly the heart monitor showed no heartbeat. He didn't look dead to Narcissa, but she knew that he'd look dead to all of the nurses and staff so she guessed it would be safe to continue on with the plan as soon as possible. "I love you Draco, you'll be out of here soon."
Narcissa ran into the hallway and yelled hysterically, "Nurse! Nurse! My son! Something is wrong with him!"
A nurse came running up to Narcissa and asked, "What's all the fuss mam?"
"My son, there's something wrong with him! The monitor, it was showing a heartbeat just a moment ago and now there's nothing except that long beep!" Narcissa got into the full swing of it and burst into fake tears.
"Calm down mam," said the nurse soothingly.
"Calm down? Calm down! My baby is dead and you want me to be calm?"
"Just let me check on him."
"What is there to check? You can hear the monitor just as well as I can!" she said shrilly.
The nurse looked over Narcissa's shoulder and then back at her, "Mam, please let me in, it is procedure that I check on the patients when something like this happens."
Narcissa moved away and let the nurse pass. She began to check Draco's vital signs and found that he had none.
Narcissa sobbed the whole time pretending that she believed her son to be dead.
"You were right mam, your son is dead. I'm sorry," she said lowering her head.
"No! No! No! He can't be dead! He's too young to die!" she wailed wiping the fake tears from her eyes and taking a tissue and blowing her nose.
"It's all right mam, please wait here and I will get Mr. Malfoy's doctor," said the nurse exiting the room.
'That was easier than I thought,' said Narcissa to herself.
~*::-::*~
After about three hours, Narcissa was left in her parlor with Draco in a temporary coffin and his official death certificate. She mumbled the counter charm and Draco's eyes opened. (Unknown to the hospital.)
"Mum?" he said as he sat up and saw his mother.
"It's okay Draco, you're home. Now all I have to do is write the letter to Cecily. Then you are a free man. Now I will help you to your room."
"How long will it take until I can see Hermione again?" he had to know.
"It's already May 20. You'll receive your first NEWT tomorrow. You go back to school on June first, which is the day before graduation."
"Okay."
"Now Draco, stop stalling and let's get you to your room," said Narcissa as she lifted and supported his body. He leaned heavily on her and was barely able to get his legs to move.
Ten minutes later, he was in his room and hooked up to a respirator and I. V. Narcissa knew there would be no need for a heart monitor since he was very much alive.
Fortunately she had training as a nurse since she had gone to Latvia's School of Magic (of course Lucius had thought that she went to Durmstrang, and never knew of her fighting and medical training.) She had transferred to Hogwarts in third year and her parents said that she had gone to Durmstrang so that there would not be as much spotlight on their only daughter. And the fact that Narcissa's betrothed went to that school Hogwarts was an added perk in their eyes. It was odd how she would be engaged to someone from another country, but she had found out that she was born in England and they moved to Latvia after they had arranged the marriage. It was all very complicated really.
Narcissa walked to the parlor and got out a piece of parchment to write the letter to Cecily and her parents.
Dear North family,
I'm afraid I write to you with a heavy heart as my son Draco has just passed away about three hours ago. He was involved in the war and was unfortunate to receive a deadly disease that is virtually untraceable after it has killed it's victim and so we never got to find out what had taken him. Lucius was also killed by the war, and so it is my duty to inform you that the arranged marriage between Draco and Cecily is unfortunately off due to the circumstances. I have included a copy of Draco's death certificate. I was very greatly looking forward to the union of our two children, but that can no longer happen. Draco told me in his last hour alive that he was in love with the sorceress Hermione Terra Morgan and I was most unsettled to hear this news, even though he would have married Cecily anyway. Draco's funeral will be in two days, there will only be a small crowd present as Draco said that is what he wished for. He will be cremated tomorrow, and I hope that you would please come to say goodbye to my beloved son. I wish it were some other way, but this is how it has to be.
Sincerely,
Narcissa Malfoy
She rolled up the parchment and sent it off with her best owl, Snowflake. In just a matter of an hour, they would be reading this and writing back.
She smirked as she thought of the looks on their faces as they read it.
The only thing that still wasn't quite set in stone was if Hermione would receive the news. If she heard about his death before Harry and Ginny could report to her, what would happen?
~*::The next day::*~
Justin walked up to Hermione's room and knocked on the door. He waited about a minute before the door opened, revealing a very distressed Hermione. Her eyes were slightly puffy and red, and there were light tearstains on her cheeks. It was obvious to him that she'd been crying about something and he was going to find out what.
"Hermione are you all right?"
"What do you think Justin?" she asked pertly.
"I'll take that as a no. So what is wrong?" he asked ushering her back into the room and sitting down with her on the bed . "I just received word that Draco is dead. He died last night mysteriously; they think his heart failed. Later last night, his body just disappeared after they gave his mother his death certificate. I don't know anything else about it though.
Justin smiled warmly and said, "Oh, is that all?" Just as the words came out he thought, 'oh shit, what have I done?'
Hermione looked at him sharply. "Is that all? I would have thought you would at least you would be able to understand that I am upset! One of my best friends died last night and all you can do is think of yourself?"
'I'm in deep shit now . . ." he thought as he tried to fix his mistake. "Look Her -"
"You're right, you're in deep shit! How could you be so insensitive? You're so bloody self absorbed you can't even get your head out of your ass to look around you and realize that you aren't the only one whose important! How do you think that makes me feel? You're going to be my husband for Merlin's sake and all you can do now is be a shameless, selfish prick!"
Justin sat there listening and took in all that she said to him.
"Well aren't you going to say anything Justin?" she half yelled.
"You're still in love with him."
Hermione was taken aback by this simple statement, "What?"
"You heard me. You're still in love with him."
"Who?"
"God Hermione! Who do you think? Draco Malfoy, King of the Slytherins, Prince of Purebloods, Lord of all that is evil, vile, and wrong in the world, whom, might I remind you, has called you Mudblood countless times! You know, for the smartest witch in our class and as a sorceress, you sure can be daft!"
"How dare you!" she yelled and the slap that she gave him seemed to echo off of the walls in the thick and bitter tension in the room. "He helped you out in the war and all you can do is be cruel to him even in his death and I won't stand for it anymore Justin, get out!" she said in a dangerously low voice.
"What?"
"Get out of here!" she said strongly.
"But Hermione -"
"GET OUT!" she practically screamed.
Justin stood up and began to walk out and as he opened the door he said, "Fine! You know, I don't I could really settle for half a woman anyways."
"I said get the hell out!" said Hermione throwing the engagement ring through the open door.
"It would be my pleasure!"
"Sod off!" and as she said that, the door was slammed shut and she was left in the silence.