You're Still The One
Part Eleven: A New Start & The Boy Who Lived
My very first Lucius/Narcissa story. Enjoy!
rating: PG-13
genre: romance/drama
summary: The story of Narcissa Malfoy: life, school, friendship, and the most important of all...love.
author's note: Kiri-Thanks for reassuring me fluff is okay. I've done fluff before and I got bad reviews. :( I'm sorry Narcissa was a bitch, she won't be for the rest of the story. :)
aragornluver821-Thanks for the review! :)
Here I am - this is me
I come into this world so wild and free
Here I am - so young and strong
Right here in the place where I belong
It's a new world - it's a new start
It's alive with the beating of young hearts
It's a new day - in a new land
And it's waiting for me
Here I am
...
Elizabeth left soon after Draco's birth, leaving the Malfoys alone for the first time as a trio. Narcissa now felt awful about how she had treated Lucius during her pregnancy. He had been so loving, so kind. Lucius was getting a bottle for Draco and when he entered the room again, Narcissa burst into tears.
"I'm sorry, Lucius, I'm sorry!" Lucius looked stunned and Draco started to cry too. He hurried to his wife and son's side.
"What on Earth do you have to be sorry for?" He pulled her into a hug, resting his chin on her head.
She looked up at him with a tear stained face. "I've been awful to you! I'm s-s-sorry!" Narcissa wiped away the tears and rocked Draco gently. He stopped sobbing and looked up at his mother and father with big blue eyes.
"It's all right, Narcissa. I forgive you. It's all right," he said soothingly. Narcissa laid Draco down for a moment and buried her face in Lucius's chest.
"I love you...And I'm so, so sorry." Lucius seemed stunned at this affection. Narcissa had never been very affectionate, even when he tried. It lifted Lucius's spirits to think being a mother might bring out the best in her. He kissed her, cupping her chin in his hands.
"I told you it's okay. Don't worry about it." Draco, who was lying on the blankets made a soft cooing noise and gazed at his parents.
"I bet you're hungry, eh Draco?" Lucius picked up his son. "Do you want to feed him, Narcissa?"
Narcissa shook her head. "You can, if you'd like." Lucius beamed at her and put the bottle to Draco's lips and he began to drink.
...
Narcissa and Lucius had never been prouder in their lives; Draco was a wonderful baby, who was very curious about his surroundings. At three months he was able to lift his head up while lying on him stomach. At sixth months he could sit up by himself and would watch his parents reading or talking about the news from his playpen. He also began to teeth, which meant that he cried whenever he didn't have his teething ring.
Draco could walk at ten months, making him a handful. Narcissa was no longer bored and lonely while Lucius was at work; she always had Draco.
"Mumumu!" It was an unusually warm and cloudy October day and while Narcissa worked in the rose garden, Draco sat in his playpen, wearing a very adorable short and shirt set with ducks on them.
Narcissa flicked her wand at the roses one last time and all the weeds in between them disappeared. She hurried over to Draco and picked up him up. "Mumumu!" he babbled delightedly, waving his little hands. 'Mumumu' was Draco's "name" for Narcissa. For the longest time she had said "Say 'mummy' Draco, mum-y." So when he finally began to speak, his second word had been "mumumu". The sky started to darken, threatening rain. Narcissa waved her wand, packing up the playpen and ran inside with Draco, just before it began to pour.
Narcissa headed into the parlor with Draco, where he took his nap before lunch. She changed his diaper, then tucked him into his playpen, before exiting into the kitchen.
There she sat at the table and opened Draco's baby book. She smiled fondly at her photographic self, standing next to Lucius, who was holding Draco. Then she flipped to the page she had filled out when he was born.
full name: Draco Malfoy
date of birth: 16th October, 1980
mother: Narcissa Maire (Black) Malfoy
father: Lucius Malfoy
siblings: none
hair colour: blonde
eye colour: blue (at one year they are now grey)
most resembles: father, Lucius Malfoy
The next page was for first and favorite words, as well as toys.
first word: Dada (Daddy)
second word: Mumumu (Mummy)
favorite words: Dada, Mumumu, bad, rat, & owl
favorite toys: fake wand, pans, and stuffed owl, Who
Narcissa was startled out of her dreamlike state by sudden shrieks from Draco.
"MUMUMU!" Draco's shrieks echoed into the kitchen.
"Draco!" gasped Narcissa, running into the parlor. Draco's shrieks had turned into giggles.
"Mumumu!" His round little face beamed at her.
"Do you want to give Mummy a heart attack, Draco? It sounded like someone was torturing you!"
"S-s-sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Malfoy..." A small man with a pointed face stood in the doorway.
"Rat! Rat, rat, rat!" cried Draco happily, pointing at him.
"Hush, Draco," Narcissa held her son close and glowered at the man. "Peter Pettigrew, what on EARTH on you doing here? I thought my son was being tortured!"
Peter looked ashamed. "I...I was just wondering where Lucius was. I have urgent matters to discuss with him."
Narcissa rolled her eyes at him. "Honestly Peter, you know he's at work! He'll..."
"Narcissa? Draco?" A voice came from the front hall. Lucius was home.
"We're in the parlor, Lucius!" Narcissa called back. Lucius entered the parlor and kissed his wife. He took Draco from her arms and out of the corner of his eye he noticed Peter.
"Peter! What are you doing here?" He frowned and set Draco down. The little boy toddled over to his mother and peered out at Peter and Lucius from behind her robes.
"L-Lucius...I have urgent business to d-d-discuss with you..." Lucius rolled his eyes.
"Narcissa, why don't you and Draco head into the dining room? I'll be in there in a minute."
Narcissa scooped up Draco and exited the room, walking into the dining room. She put Draco in his high chair and crept to the door, pressing her ear to the sleek wood.
"God damn it, Peter! Tonight? He hasn't said a bloody thing to us about it!" Narcissa could hear Lucius pacing.
"Y-y-yes. He thinks tonight is the best time. Everyone will be at Halloween celebrations."
"And is he doing it himself?"
"Y-yes. By himself. We are to stay away from Godric's Hollow. His orders."
Lucius sighed. "Very well. Thank you, Peter." Narcissa heard Peter Disapparate and hurried to her seat and sat down, just as Lucius entered the room.
He pasted a smile on his face as he looked at his wife and son. "Now, how was your day?"
...
The next day stunning news was all over the wizarding world: Lord Voldemort had met his downfall in little Harry Potter after he killed his mother, father, and had tried to turn his wand on the baby boy. But Voldemort failed to kill Harry. Weakened, he fled, leaving his followers in a tight spot: their lord was gone and the Ministry was coming to find accused Death Eaters.
Lucius spent the day locked in the bedroom he and Narcissa shared, and from the murmuring coming from the room, other Death Eaters were there as well. At one o'clock in the afternoon, after Draco had just been put in his playpen for his afternoon nap, there was a sharp rap on the front door.
Narcissa's face paled and she could no longer hear chatter from upstairs. "Mrs. Malfoy? Mr. Malfoy?" A voice called from the front porch. Narcissa walked into the hall and opened the front door with a trembling hand.
The Minister of Magic, Edgar Blume, stood on the front porch, accompanied by five Aurors. Edgar's expression was serious. "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Mrs. Malfoy, but we have an arrest warrant for your husband, Lucius Malfoy." Narcissa mouthed wordlessly at him.
"I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Malfoy, but I am afraid we have the right to enter your home and search until we find your husband. Step aside." Narcissa stood there, her mind buzzing with his words.
"Step aside, Mrs. Malfoy!" barked Edgar, losing his temper. A man stepped forward, took Narcissa by the arm and guided her into the parlor where Draco was still sleeping.
"Stay here," he growled. "Don't interfere."
"Moody! We need your help!" Another one of the Aurors called to the man who had led Narcissa into the parlor. He spun on his heel and exited the room.
There was the sound of loud voices and swearing from upstairs, which startled Draco, who woke instantly and began to cry.
"Mumumu!" Narcissa felt tears welling in her eyes as she picked up her son. She heard footsteps on the stairs and saw Lucius, the Minister, and the Aurors pass the parlor.
"LUCIUS!" shrieked Narcissa, starting to sob. She flew into the hall and caught up with the Aurors, who had Lucius in a full body bind. Narcissa looked up at the men, feeling totally helpless.
"Please," she whispered. "Don't take my husband."
"Your husband is a criminal, Mrs. Malfoy. He will have a hearing in front of the Wizengamot on the 3rd of November. Your presence is required," Edgar Blume said emotionlessly, looking down at the sobbing woman. They touched Edgar's hat and in two seconds they were gone.
"DADA!" screamed Draco, breaking the horrible silence.
...
Part Eleven: A New Start & The Boy Who Lived
My very first Lucius/Narcissa story. Enjoy!
rating: PG-13
genre: romance/drama
summary: The story of Narcissa Malfoy: life, school, friendship, and the most important of all...love.
author's note: Kiri-Thanks for reassuring me fluff is okay. I've done fluff before and I got bad reviews. :( I'm sorry Narcissa was a bitch, she won't be for the rest of the story. :)
aragornluver821-Thanks for the review! :)
Here I am - this is me
I come into this world so wild and free
Here I am - so young and strong
Right here in the place where I belong
It's a new world - it's a new start
It's alive with the beating of young hearts
It's a new day - in a new land
And it's waiting for me
Here I am
...
Elizabeth left soon after Draco's birth, leaving the Malfoys alone for the first time as a trio. Narcissa now felt awful about how she had treated Lucius during her pregnancy. He had been so loving, so kind. Lucius was getting a bottle for Draco and when he entered the room again, Narcissa burst into tears.
"I'm sorry, Lucius, I'm sorry!" Lucius looked stunned and Draco started to cry too. He hurried to his wife and son's side.
"What on Earth do you have to be sorry for?" He pulled her into a hug, resting his chin on her head.
She looked up at him with a tear stained face. "I've been awful to you! I'm s-s-sorry!" Narcissa wiped away the tears and rocked Draco gently. He stopped sobbing and looked up at his mother and father with big blue eyes.
"It's all right, Narcissa. I forgive you. It's all right," he said soothingly. Narcissa laid Draco down for a moment and buried her face in Lucius's chest.
"I love you...And I'm so, so sorry." Lucius seemed stunned at this affection. Narcissa had never been very affectionate, even when he tried. It lifted Lucius's spirits to think being a mother might bring out the best in her. He kissed her, cupping her chin in his hands.
"I told you it's okay. Don't worry about it." Draco, who was lying on the blankets made a soft cooing noise and gazed at his parents.
"I bet you're hungry, eh Draco?" Lucius picked up his son. "Do you want to feed him, Narcissa?"
Narcissa shook her head. "You can, if you'd like." Lucius beamed at her and put the bottle to Draco's lips and he began to drink.
...
Narcissa and Lucius had never been prouder in their lives; Draco was a wonderful baby, who was very curious about his surroundings. At three months he was able to lift his head up while lying on him stomach. At sixth months he could sit up by himself and would watch his parents reading or talking about the news from his playpen. He also began to teeth, which meant that he cried whenever he didn't have his teething ring.
Draco could walk at ten months, making him a handful. Narcissa was no longer bored and lonely while Lucius was at work; she always had Draco.
"Mumumu!" It was an unusually warm and cloudy October day and while Narcissa worked in the rose garden, Draco sat in his playpen, wearing a very adorable short and shirt set with ducks on them.
Narcissa flicked her wand at the roses one last time and all the weeds in between them disappeared. She hurried over to Draco and picked up him up. "Mumumu!" he babbled delightedly, waving his little hands. 'Mumumu' was Draco's "name" for Narcissa. For the longest time she had said "Say 'mummy' Draco, mum-y." So when he finally began to speak, his second word had been "mumumu". The sky started to darken, threatening rain. Narcissa waved her wand, packing up the playpen and ran inside with Draco, just before it began to pour.
Narcissa headed into the parlor with Draco, where he took his nap before lunch. She changed his diaper, then tucked him into his playpen, before exiting into the kitchen.
There she sat at the table and opened Draco's baby book. She smiled fondly at her photographic self, standing next to Lucius, who was holding Draco. Then she flipped to the page she had filled out when he was born.
full name: Draco Malfoy
date of birth: 16th October, 1980
mother: Narcissa Maire (Black) Malfoy
father: Lucius Malfoy
siblings: none
hair colour: blonde
eye colour: blue (at one year they are now grey)
most resembles: father, Lucius Malfoy
The next page was for first and favorite words, as well as toys.
first word: Dada (Daddy)
second word: Mumumu (Mummy)
favorite words: Dada, Mumumu, bad, rat, & owl
favorite toys: fake wand, pans, and stuffed owl, Who
Narcissa was startled out of her dreamlike state by sudden shrieks from Draco.
"MUMUMU!" Draco's shrieks echoed into the kitchen.
"Draco!" gasped Narcissa, running into the parlor. Draco's shrieks had turned into giggles.
"Mumumu!" His round little face beamed at her.
"Do you want to give Mummy a heart attack, Draco? It sounded like someone was torturing you!"
"S-s-sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Malfoy..." A small man with a pointed face stood in the doorway.
"Rat! Rat, rat, rat!" cried Draco happily, pointing at him.
"Hush, Draco," Narcissa held her son close and glowered at the man. "Peter Pettigrew, what on EARTH on you doing here? I thought my son was being tortured!"
Peter looked ashamed. "I...I was just wondering where Lucius was. I have urgent matters to discuss with him."
Narcissa rolled her eyes at him. "Honestly Peter, you know he's at work! He'll..."
"Narcissa? Draco?" A voice came from the front hall. Lucius was home.
"We're in the parlor, Lucius!" Narcissa called back. Lucius entered the parlor and kissed his wife. He took Draco from her arms and out of the corner of his eye he noticed Peter.
"Peter! What are you doing here?" He frowned and set Draco down. The little boy toddled over to his mother and peered out at Peter and Lucius from behind her robes.
"L-Lucius...I have urgent business to d-d-discuss with you..." Lucius rolled his eyes.
"Narcissa, why don't you and Draco head into the dining room? I'll be in there in a minute."
Narcissa scooped up Draco and exited the room, walking into the dining room. She put Draco in his high chair and crept to the door, pressing her ear to the sleek wood.
"God damn it, Peter! Tonight? He hasn't said a bloody thing to us about it!" Narcissa could hear Lucius pacing.
"Y-y-yes. He thinks tonight is the best time. Everyone will be at Halloween celebrations."
"And is he doing it himself?"
"Y-yes. By himself. We are to stay away from Godric's Hollow. His orders."
Lucius sighed. "Very well. Thank you, Peter." Narcissa heard Peter Disapparate and hurried to her seat and sat down, just as Lucius entered the room.
He pasted a smile on his face as he looked at his wife and son. "Now, how was your day?"
...
The next day stunning news was all over the wizarding world: Lord Voldemort had met his downfall in little Harry Potter after he killed his mother, father, and had tried to turn his wand on the baby boy. But Voldemort failed to kill Harry. Weakened, he fled, leaving his followers in a tight spot: their lord was gone and the Ministry was coming to find accused Death Eaters.
Lucius spent the day locked in the bedroom he and Narcissa shared, and from the murmuring coming from the room, other Death Eaters were there as well. At one o'clock in the afternoon, after Draco had just been put in his playpen for his afternoon nap, there was a sharp rap on the front door.
Narcissa's face paled and she could no longer hear chatter from upstairs. "Mrs. Malfoy? Mr. Malfoy?" A voice called from the front porch. Narcissa walked into the hall and opened the front door with a trembling hand.
The Minister of Magic, Edgar Blume, stood on the front porch, accompanied by five Aurors. Edgar's expression was serious. "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Mrs. Malfoy, but we have an arrest warrant for your husband, Lucius Malfoy." Narcissa mouthed wordlessly at him.
"I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Malfoy, but I am afraid we have the right to enter your home and search until we find your husband. Step aside." Narcissa stood there, her mind buzzing with his words.
"Step aside, Mrs. Malfoy!" barked Edgar, losing his temper. A man stepped forward, took Narcissa by the arm and guided her into the parlor where Draco was still sleeping.
"Stay here," he growled. "Don't interfere."
"Moody! We need your help!" Another one of the Aurors called to the man who had led Narcissa into the parlor. He spun on his heel and exited the room.
There was the sound of loud voices and swearing from upstairs, which startled Draco, who woke instantly and began to cry.
"Mumumu!" Narcissa felt tears welling in her eyes as she picked up her son. She heard footsteps on the stairs and saw Lucius, the Minister, and the Aurors pass the parlor.
"LUCIUS!" shrieked Narcissa, starting to sob. She flew into the hall and caught up with the Aurors, who had Lucius in a full body bind. Narcissa looked up at the men, feeling totally helpless.
"Please," she whispered. "Don't take my husband."
"Your husband is a criminal, Mrs. Malfoy. He will have a hearing in front of the Wizengamot on the 3rd of November. Your presence is required," Edgar Blume said emotionlessly, looking down at the sobbing woman. They touched Edgar's hat and in two seconds they were gone.
"DADA!" screamed Draco, breaking the horrible silence.
...
