Little Death Eater
Narcissa had thought Draco her saviour. When she'd held him in her arms as a newly-born baby, she'd felt like he'd brought life into her life. She'd smiled, and it had been the first time in months. Probably the first time since she'd discovered she was pregnant.
It had lasted about five seconds. Then, Lucius had taken over.
Naturally, he hadn't stayed in the private hospital room during the labour, but he'd told the healers to fetch him once the baby was born and his wife was cleaned up and respectable.
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As soon as he entered, he crossed to the bed and took Draco from an unresisting Narcissa. Why should she protest? He was his father, after all. She thought he'd be happy. She thought perhaps that Draco would be able to help his father as she hadn't been able to.
But then he said something which mapped out the poor boy's life inescapably.
"Welcome to the world, my little Death Eater."
That one sentence she would never forget. Everything in Draco's life seemed to be dictated by what Lucius had already decided he was to become.
Lucius had decided. Narcissa had nothing to do with her son. She'd done her part.
As Lucius had told her, rather harshly, around the time of Draco's third birthday.
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Narcissa had been determined to get her son the perfect birthday gift. Remembering her secret love for Andromeda's fairy tales, she gave orders to the house elves.
What they brought her was wonderful. A beautifully decorated book of different fairy tales, with amazing, detailed illustrations. Tales of heroes, Princes and Princesses. But best of all was the front cover. A silver dragon, with DRACO written above it, in gold.
Remembering that Lucius was in the Ballroom, she took the book and crept upstairs, her plan being to hide it until Draco's birthday.
"Narcissa."
It was frustratingly annoying how she could never find Lucius when she was looking for him, but when she had something to hide he always seemed to appear from nowhere.
She turned to face him, and the book was snatched from her hands instantly.
Lucius' glance only flickered over the first page, and then he was tearing it out.
Narcissa, intent on retrieving her gift, found her hand on Lucius' arm. He looked almost amused as she realised that she'd instinctively done something she shouldn't, and twisted his arm, closing his hand around her slender wrist.
Without giving his wife a chance to invent an excuse, he spoke.
"I will not have you giving my son fairy tales. I have already had his gifts made. There is no need for you to interfere."
He let go of her, snapped the book closed, and handed it to her.
He pointed his wand at the book.
"Incendio."
Flames shot from his wand to lick at the volume, and Narcissa dropped it with a gasp. It was soon nothing more than a pile of ash, and another spell from Lucius disposed of even that.
And once again, he was gone, sweeping down the stairs to rejoin the guests in the Ballroom.
Narcissa moved silently up to the bedroom and sat on the Emperor-sized bed. Wordlessly, she vowed never to try to get close to Lucius' little Death Eater again.
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This chapter is kind of bad... purely because I wrote in about sixteen sittings.