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Silver Narcissa
1
Around Hogwarts the trees were softening with autumn and the brightest leaves were dusting the ground with color. Draco Malfoy gazed up at a tree with perfectly thick climbing branches. The falling leaves reminded him of the miniature yellow parachutes he made for his plastic army men when he was seven, back when his mother worried that he would fall from a branch and break a limb. The thrill of knowing the danger pushed him to climb higher and higher, but never once did he fall. Draco wondered what it would take to capture his mother's such indomitable attention today.
2
Narcissa. Her name sounded like silver to him as a child. She had always been Mummy, but her name reflected off her shiniest earrings and her silver-white hair. Draco mulled over this glumly, staring at the silverware on his plate. Around him his housemates shared jokes, interrupted by a swarm of owls delivering mail. A brown package plopped onto Draco's plate, splattering gravy onto his robe. He scowled, already knowing its contents. Narcissa sent daily packages of sweets, intensifying the envy of his friends. He kept hoping that a note would be included, but each day the wish grew dimmer.
3
Ron Weasley laughed boisterously at the next table. In his hands flickered an envelope and a photograph, animated with his entire flame-haired family. Ron showed the photo to his friends and smiling twin brothers. Heat rushed to Draco's face and his stomach tightened. He lifted his spoon, grateful he hadn't finished his potatoes. Slowly he positioned the instrument at his target, and across the table a sneering Goyle shifted out of range. The spoon catapulted the food through the air and smacked against the photo. The Slytherins laughed at Ron's beaten expression, but a shadowy unease still lurked within Draco.
4
Draco grimaced at the partygoers in his family's mansion.
"Mum, this party is stupid. Neither of us want to be here."
"Draco," said Narcissa through teeth gritted into a smile, "please keep it down."
"What do you not want them to hear, mother?" he said in a louder voice. "That you're in debt impressing people you hate?"
The room quieted. Narcissa forced a laugh. "He's just exhausted. He just got back from—"
"Exhausted hell! You pretend you like everyone when all you care about is yourself!"
Draco watched with satisfaction as the smile slid off her face like oil.
5
Hours later Draco snuck into the kitchen for a snack. He spotted Narcissa sitting at a table by the window.
She stood and said in a shaky voice, "Before you came home I got this ready for you. You enjoyed things like this so much when you were younger. Dad will probably take you." She handed him an envelope. He opened it and peered through the darkness at the print: a gift certificate for parachuting lessons.
Draco stammered for the right words. "Mum, I..."
His mother turned back to the window, the tears on her face reflecting the silver moonlight.