Narcissa Malfoy startled awake with a gasp as her eyes sprang open. Harry was nowhere to be found. She didn't care where Harry was; she needed to find him right now. She hurriedly threw the blankets back and dashed into Harry's room.
Knocking on the door and pushing it open Draco was passed out on the bed, and the fragrance emanating from his body indicated that he was drunk. She sighed, irritated by the boy's antics.
Her anxiety level had risen a notch. Where had Harry gone?
She walked briskly to Lucius' study, leaving Draco, who was likely to be hungover.
She cautiously pushed open the door and saw the blonde-haired drama king she was looking for; the other one was sound sleeping in Harry's bed.
"Lucy dear," she purred.
"Good morning, wife of mine," he replied, setting down his pen and rising from his desk to greet her.
"Can you tell me where my son is?"
Lucius stood still, his eyes shifting guiltily.
"Where is my son Lucius?" she demanded, her voice rising in frustration. She was determined to see Harry in person now and would not stop until she did. She hadn't had a nightmare in years about him returning THERE.
"Now, Cissy - " he began, hoping to persuade the dragon mother.
"Please don't Cissy me.", she interrupts "Where has our boy gone?"
Lucius muttered under his breath. Narcissa's eyes narrowed.
"Darling, what was that?"
"The manor of the Dark Lord"
Her blood froze in place as fear coursed through her veins. disregarding Lucius' protests, she summoned the floor powder she threw it towards the fireplace. She entered the study of the Dark Lord.
Of course, he wasn't there; he was undoubtedly with Harry. God only knows what he's up to. She didn't care about the whys and how's of their relationship; all she cared about was seeing her baby. Where was her son?
She sensed his power in the manor in a way that suggested it was saturated, implying he'd been here before, this was most likely where he snuck away at night. Interesting, to say the least. She looked around the room and discovered three potentially cursed artifacts. The room was tightly warded, with the wards ready to attack at the first sign of danger.
She needed to seek the Dark Lord for assistance with Malfoy manor's wards, and she hoped he promised to make them impregnable like his own. She exited the room and moved closer to where she sensed Harry's presence. This did not sit well with her.
She couldn't see, but she could hear muted sounds from the heavily warded quarters, where Harry's magic was also keyed. That was the bedroom then. Naughty naughty dark lord, she smirked.
The wards were powerful, but they weren't impervious to her.
Many people expected that wards would follow orders to the letter. Of course, this was somewhat correct. But the wards that have been saturated with enough loose magic may eventually become sentient, able to detect comparable magic and the intentions of its user. The magic was a magnificent piece of art.
The Dark Lord dark magic imbedded in the ward surged towards the tendril, appraising it, and she released a tendril of her magic probing at the ward, displaying her intentions of checking on her son and baring her panic.
The magic seemed to recognize her and split to allow her to pass. She flung the door wide and dashed inside and crouched.
As expected, she watched two spells fly above her in short succession. She had to give credit where credit was due the man was swift on his feet, and when she heard Harry's bewildered voice, she stood straight and let him see her face. He'd understand, he would know like he always did. He did it all the time.
He climbed out of the cosy position he appeared to be in with The Dark Lord, whispering, "oh mum." As she looked at his half-naked form, she knew they'd talk about it later.
Despite this, she drew him into a hug and felt him stiffen. She senses him, and her mind and magic quiet down, her terror dissipates, and she feels Harry wrap his arms around her. "I'm sorry, my dear boy, I was just—" she begins.
" Worried," Harry concludes.
"It's all right, mum," he says, the dark lord is incensed, she should apologize before he blasts the roof off, she can see him physically bite his tongue to avoid upsetting Harry and smiles.
"My sincerest apologies, my lord, there is no justification for my actions and my terrible panic, and i- ", she says, her voice breaking. Harry's face is flushed with surprise. She's never had a moment of doubt. Perhaps this morning has had a greater impact on her than she would have liked. But that's fine. She is a black woman, and black women are in charge at all times.
With the familiar motions, she straightens as though recalling previous lessons, and a sense of calm falls over her. She fakes a smile when she notices Harry giving her a look that says he'll tell her everything and nods.
"I should be leaving now, my lord, and please accept my apologies for disrupting your...activities," she murmurs, and Harry coughs.
"Well, goodbye, Narcissa," says the Dark Lord.
And she walks away.
"I've never seen her that afraid before, she faltered Marvalo, she never does that," Harry frets as they snuggle back into each other in bed, and the strain in his body relaxes as he feels Narcissa leave his wards.
"My harry, she'll be ok, you know that. Now let us resume our activities," he whispers quietly with a grin as he kisses the back of Harry's neck.
"Mar- Marvalo," Harry breathes, arching his back as he bites a particularly sensitive spot.
His face twists in pleasure as he watches Harry's movements fascinated. The greys are veiled in his eyes as he opens them. Harry unexpectedly turns and startles him.
He now has the boy on top of him, and he doesn't seem to mind all that much if he was honest with himself. "Ooo, I like this," Harry breathes as he leans in to show the same courtesy that the dark lord did just seconds before.
Marvalo let out a breathy gasp as his hips rocked unconsciously. If Harry could just go a little faster, he'd be so close.
Harry jerks his hips and grabs Marvalo's cheeks as he presses even more into his tall frame. "Come for me, Marvalo," Harry whispers hoarsely, and for the first time in decades, the Dark Lord obeys, his hips bucking as he releases into his pants. The sticky wetness was already magically removed, but the ecstasy had left his thoughts hazy.
Harry's eyes blinked open as he studied the figure to the tall Dark Lord over him and licked his lips as he curled his legs while still rocking.
Harry gasped as Marvalos' hands slithered down and brushed across his abdomen, and he arched into the touch. Marvalo made quick work of him, twisting and jerking his wrist at various angles, and Harry squirmed at his touch.
Harry came into his pants and jerked into the hand that was still holding him.
As he felt the dark lord's magic travel through him, his body came to a halt as it sought to absorb the pleasure. Harry grumbled that he'd never be able to do this alone again.
"More later, now sleep," he said.
And then the boy grabbed him and cuddled into his side laying his body over him and falling into a comfortable sleep. Tightening his arms around the boy he kissed his forehead and dropped off into nap