It wasn't my fault the child was drop dead gorgeous. He'd inherited his father's palest blonde hair, his cold gray-blue eyes. His father, when at school, had the same tall, lithe body and the same graceful mannerisms my son now commanded. But yet, there was something in him that was not of his father. When I looked at my son, I saw in him a little bit of my sister's faithfulness and loyalty. My sister had been loyal to the Dark Lord to the very end. She had loved him, and yet he had allowed her to die, in fact sent her to a place from which he knew there would be no return. He had not respected her. My son would not end up like my sister. I would not allow him to fall under the spell of the Dark Lord. I would not allow him to follow in his father's footsteps, or the footsteps of my sisters. I am ashamed to say that I too, have fallen for the charms of He-who-must-not-be-named. I have allowed him to control me. I have allowed myself to perform terrible things under his powers. My only son, heir to my pureblood heritage, will not serve Him. I am Narcissa Black Malfoy, Sister of Bellatrix and Andromeda, Wife of Lucius, and Mother of Draco. I have surrendered to Voldemort, but my son shall resist. Be Strong, Draco, and reject the Darkness.