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Mine!

Summary: After the fiasco at the Ministry, Voldemort questions the loyalty of several of his supporters. He commands Wormtail to bring to him something belonging to the Malfoy family that will prove Lucius's loyalty is only to him. This story explores the possibilities of just who really is Narcissia Malfoy. LM/HG Fic.

Chapter 6: Epilog


The portraits were surprised to see the former Head Boy rushing up the up the stairs without his usual grace. Upon the landing he stopped and caught his breath, as he moved with more grace towards the Hospital wing doors.

Opening the doors, Lucius was ferociously thrown back. Pain blasts through his scull, his eyes barely takes in the razor sharp teeth inches from his face. The sharp snapping of those teeth brought Lucius out of his daze. "Bloody hell!" shouts Lucius as he reaches for his wand.

"Bad dog!" shouts Draco as he attempts to pull the dog off his father only to have his fingers snapped at by the dog's teeth. "Potter!" Harry comes running over and he tries to pry the dog away from Lucius.

"Mister Malofy!" bellows Madam Pomfrey. "There are several seriously sick people here. They need their sleep."

"Get this mutt off of me!" bellows Lucius as the dog bites into Lucius's arm, causing Lucius to growl angrily.

"Snuffles!" cries out Harry. "Leave him alone!"

"Flaming hell! That mutt has my wand!" shouts Lucius.

"Mister Malfoy! Language!" hisses Madam Pomfrey.

"But he has my wand!" bellows Lucius loudly.

"That's it!" snaps Madam Pomfrey. "If this is how you're going to react I'm afraid I can't allow you to see Narcissa until you're calmer."

Growling madly, everyone was surprised when Lucius throw the dog off of him. Lucius's eyes glows an eerie silver, "I will see my wife and I will see her now!" softly demands Lucius enraged.

"Yes sir," squeaks Madam Pomfrey. "But first…." Hearing him growl, she swallows hard. "Let me fix your arm, and then you can go directly to her."

"Be quick about it," states Lucius calmly. Within record time Madam Pomfrey, had Lucius mended and walking him towards a closed off bed near the rear of the room.

"Now don't be surprised, she is mending rather well. She is still slightly agitated. But I think a visit from you and her children will calm her down. What she desperately needs is rest. Once I'm done looking over the wee one, I'll send Draco in with her," states Madam Pomfrey as she pulls back the curtain. A soft gasp was heard from Lucius before he steps passed the curtain.

"Why can't we hear anything?" asks Draco as he strains his ears to hear something.

"Silencing charm," mutters Fred as he pats Draco's shoulders. "I'm sure she's just fine. The old Dragon puts up that charm in the hopes that the silence will force the patient from sheer boredom to fall asleep."

"Oh, well that's good," mumbles Draco as he makes his way over to his baby sister. They watch as Draco reaches down to take back his father's wand from the dog only to have the dog growl at him.

"George, what do you think?" Fred asks quietly.

"She always put that up for the serve cases," states George. "Plus, why do you think Lucius switched sides? Out of the goodness of his heart, I don't think so."

"What do you think he told Scrimgeour?" asks Harry. "He must have told him something to be here."

Watching Draco fidget, Harry shakes his head. Walking over to him, Harry looks down at the child. "She's beautiful, Draco. What's her name?" asks Harry.

"I don't know," mumbles Draco. "I didn't know mum was pregnant until I arrived home earlier tonight."

"That must have been a nice surprise," offers Harry.

"I did this. I brought them to our house. They snatched my sister right our of my mother's arms. Rodolphus took a sword and stabbed her several times. My uncle! Lovely family I got, huh? My mother is laying in a hospital bed, because of me. They wouldn't have been able to get past the wards. Father made sure of that. Only family could get through the wards. I brought them in. I did this," whispers Draco as his eyes starts to tear up.

"You're just a kid," states Harry.

"You're just a kid," states Draco. "You wouldn't have brought them into your home. All I wanted to do was see my mother."

"You're mother is going to be fine," reassures Harry. "If she wasn't fine, she wouldn't have allowed your father to be anywhere near her."

Sighing heavily, Draco looks at Harry. "Maybe. Thanks."

"Not a problem," whispers Harry as he walks back over to where Ron was sleeping in a hospital bed.

"I wouldn't want to be Malfoy right now," states Bill.

"He's got a lot on his plate," says Charlie. "I wonder what's going to happen to his dad."

With a loud bark, the dog changes into a man. "Poor kid blames himself for his mother's condition," says Sirius. "I wonder how his mother is doing." As Madam Pomfrey performs her duties, each of her patients would ask after Draco's sister. By the time she got to Sirius her patience was running thin.

"Enough," whispers Sirius. "Please, the kids just witnessed conceivably the death of Hermione. All they want to know is just a few simple facts. How is Narcissia? Will she live? Are the children in good health?"

"The little girl has a cold, but nothing that a mild dosage of Pepperup Potion won't cure. Draco is in good health. As for Narcissia, it is not so good. If she makes it through the night, she a better chance of survival. She lost a lot of blood, Sirius. Please don't ask me any more questions," stress Madam Pomfrey. When she's done checking over Sirius, she returns to the curtain hiding Narcissia. Seconds later, she's rushing across the room.

"Mister Malfoy, please pick up your sister and come with me," instructs Madam Pomfrey. "It's time. Come along don't dally, your mother has been asking for you."

Harry watches as Draco swallows and clumsily picks up the baby, causing both Molly and Madam Pomfrey to move quickly towards him. Draco slowly makes his way over to the curtain. It took Madam Pomfrey to gently push him past the curtain.

Standing just inside the room, Draco notices that the side of the bed is empty, deducing that his father was on the other side of the bed.

"Draco," says Narcissia, barely above a whisper. "Please come here."

"I'm sorry," chokes out Draco. "It's my fault."

"That doesn't matter right now," cries Narcissia.

"Draco," says Lucius, focusing Draco to look up from the floor. "Go to your mother, she needs to see you and your sister."

Draco sees how pale his mother is, he rushes to her side. "I'm sorry, mum."

"Oh my baby," cries Narcissia. "It's not your fault."

"If it's anyone's fault it's mine," says Lucius. "And mine alone."

"I don't want to talk about blame," says Narcissia. "I just want to see you. They didn't hurt you did they?" Seeing Draco shake his head; Narcissia smiles. "What about your sister? Did they hurt her?"

"No mother," reassures Draco. "Dad and his friends got her to me and I hid her in the back away from everything." Holding out his sister, Draco shows his mother. "In all the rush I never did get properly introduced." Lucius takes the child and places her in between Narcissia and himself.

"Her name is Amelia Marie Malfoy, she's named after your grandmother," says Narcissia as her eyes drop down.

"Mum?" whispers Draco anxious.

"Draco, she's asleep. She's going to be just fine," states Lucius.

"How do you know?" asks Draco. "And why did your eyes glow like that?"

"She's mine! At lest my mate. I'm a full-blooded veela. That is why my eye's glowed. My being a veela is the reason why your mother got medical attention so fast. I must have just missed you earlier tonight."

"The dog still has your wand," mutters Draco.

"That's no dog Draco. That thing is your Uncle Sirius. But even your mother admits he's a mutt," mumbles Lucius. "And no, your mother did not know that I had Sirius held in the Mannor's dungeons. When she wakes up, don't remind her."

"I won't," says Draco.

Noticing how tired his son looks, Lucius points to the cot next to the bed. "Get some sleep, we'll talk some more in the morning."

The next few days flew by when news of Voldemort's ultimate eradication and that all of his loyal followers were captured. News of how brave the Weasley family was is the face of grave danger made the headlines. The families of Crabbe and Goyle were portrayed in a favorable light. The wizarding press stressed how much the helped Lucius Malfoy free the Weasley family after he heard that his beloved wife was nearly killed. Rumors floated around about his horrid treatment while in the custody of Ministry officials.

Rufus Scrimgeour gracefully retired as Minister of Magic. Elections were held. Arthur Weasley was elected the new Minister of Magic.

Inside Hogwarts, Narcissia steadily improved. Just before Christmas holidays, the Malfoy family was able to leave. Narcissia arrived home to find the house decked out for the holiday.

After dinner Lucius gracefully escorted Narcissia to the family room. There a roaring fire kept the room warm. Helping her into her chair, Lucius started to pace the room. Draco and Harry were chasing 'snuffles' into the room. Upon seeing the tension in the room, Sirius transformed into human form as Harry and Draco took a seat.

"I don't know the best way to tell you, any of you this, starts Narcissia looking to Lucius for help.

"We know," says Harry.

"What?" hisses Lucius.

"Once Draco and I got to talking, several things just kind of clicked. We're just confused on one thing," states Harry.

"And what is that?" demands Lucius causing Sirius to growl.

"What happened to the real Narcissia?" asks Sirius.

"Bellatrix inadvertently killed her," states Lucius. "As her father and uncle were sealing up her dead body in the fireplace, Hermione arrived via the potion she was creating. Seeing a perfect opportunity they took it. They proceeded to chance Hermione appearance to Narcissia's. They preformed several highly dangerous curses on her, to make her believe that she was Narcissia. It took us close to thirteen years to fix the damage."

"So my best friend is married to Lucius Malfoy," mutters Harry. "Nice to have it confirmed."

"So my best friend is married to Lucius Malfoy," mutters Harry. "Nice to have it confirmed. I can see that you're happy, in love and have some great kids."

"I would advise against informing anyone else," suggest Sirius. "You made a life here; I would have to have some upstart Ministry official try to break it apart."

"I agree," states Narcissia. "Those who needed to know, know."

Later that night, as Narcissia prepares for bed she looks over to Lucius. Smiling sweetly, she whispers, "You're mine!"

"You better believe it," laughs Lucius as she squeals.


 The End

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