Downfall.
A Fan Fiction by SnapeyBoy.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters aren't mine, only if I create them myself.
Summary: Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed within the Order of the Phoenix…
Eyes the colour of ice glazed over a parchment with amusement and excitement. Amusement over the death of her blood-traitorous Cousin. And the excitement… it took her a while to gather the information. Pinching herself repeatedly in order to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
Oh how her husband would love to receive such valuable information. Information which would be given to him upon his homecoming.
Narcissa Malfoy turned upon the sound of footsteps, pleased to see her husband standing behind her, peering at her curiously with a raised brow.
He was almost asking her why she was smiling.
Lucius Malfoy was granted leave from Azkaban as Fudge was strongly convinced it was another bout of the Imperious Curse, and the side effects still lingered around, causing him to do unnecessary deeds such as planting Tom Riddle's Diary in Ginny Weasley's cauldron a few years ago. But what mattered most, was that he was out – and no one knew of his current wish.
Narcissa walked up to her husband with open arms and they shared a brief embrace, unlike their nature to do so, but, the last months alone were nothing but hatred, questioning and nightmares.
As Narcissa pulled away from her husband, she made a silent gesture for him to follow her into the study.
Kreacher, the horrid little House Elf from Number Twelve; Grimmauld Place, stood near the fireplace with his ears perked up upon Mr Malfoy's entry.
"Why are you so happy, dear?" Questioned Lucius almost darkly.
"I have two bouts of good news for you". Narcissa smirked, as she shot a glare at Kreacher to not say a word. "The first being, my cousin did not leave a will".
Lucius almost floated out of his chair upon the mention of this statement. His eyes widened and almost begged for his wife to continue.
"The second…" Narcissa dropped the parchment into her husband's lap.
Lucius let his eyes scan the letter, aimed directly at his wife. "Are you sure this is not a forgery?"
"No, dear". Replied Mrs Malfoy with truth. "It is real".
"…with you being the eldest of the Black Sisters, and with the request of the former occupant of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place being Mrs D Black – we hereby declare the deed to this property now in the hands of Mrs Narcissa Black Malfoy…" Lucius read aloud then paused. Now he knew why his wife was so happy. "My god", he announced, dumbfounded. "We'll have direct access to it… we are entitled to force Dumbledore to remove the Fidelius Charm on the house…"
"And the best thing is", Narcissa was almost laughing. "The Order does not know! They think it has gone to my sister Andromeda!"
Kreacher in the meantime lifted his head. Kreacher knows things are going to be better. Yes. Blood-Traitors and Mudblood filth… no longer will Kreacher have to follow their orders…
A/N: Kreacher reminds me of Gollum/Smeagol. Enough said. ^-^ My first ever short story… the idea was driving me crazy.