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Narcissa was sat in their library, a frown on her face as she stared down at the closed file containing Hermione's stolen medical records. Scorpius's words echoed in her head; "Nanna Cissa isn't stealing wrong," it was wrong, a massive invasion of privacy. She shuddered to imagine someone looking at her own records without her consent and here she was about to do the same thing to someone else, to invade their privacy without their knowledge.
"We can't help her if we don't know the extent of the damage," Lucius spoke, from where he sat on the couch opposite her.
"It's an invasion of her privacy," she said.
"That hasn't stopped you before my love," he commented, raising a glass of amber Firewhisky to his lips.
"That's different," she said primly, many times in her life she had found herself invading the privacy of other witches and wizards, often she did this to find blackmail material, it was the way they'd survived the war, gathering as much dirt as they could on those who risked their safety.
"It is, before you have been selfish, focusing on the gain for our family, this is for someone else," Lucius said.
"I am still selfish, I want more grandchildren," she told him, raising her chin, Lucius snorted.
"He's only just asked the girl out, he's keen on her but for all we know it's an infatuation that will burn quickly," he said.
"He's fancied her since he was a teen, he won't let her go," she said.
"A man always wants what he can't have," he smirked, Narcissa grinned.
"I'm glad you didn't give up the chase, can you imagine if I'd have been married to one of the Lestrange brothers as my father intended," she asked with a shudder.
"I'd have stolen you away in the night," he said, Narcissa laughed.
"Oh could you imagine the look on fathers face if you had," she smirked.
"He'd have been enraged," he grinned.
"I love you Luc," she told him tenderly, her blue eyes fixed on his grey ones.
"And I you my love," he said, reaching to hold her hand in his.
"Are you okay with her been a Muggleborn," she asked quietly, they'd never discussed the extent of their feelings regarding blood purism since his release from Azkaban seven years ago.
"She's an extraordinary witch, brightest of a generation," he commented.
"But not a pureblood," she told him.
"No but perhaps it's time our line was diluted, we're dying out, and those of muggle heritage are becoming stronger than those born to the older lines, we were wrong Narcissa," he said, she stared at him for a moment, judging how serious he was.
"How did you come to this conclusion," she asked, she agreed with him, but wanted to know his reasonings.
"When I was in prison, I had a lot of time to reflect on my choices that led to my imprisonment. Miss Granger's blood was just as red as ours when your sister tortured her," he said.
"It was," she agreed.
"As part of my rehabilitation, I had to read a lot of muggle texts, many of them focused on genetics, turns out a lot of things can go wrong when one produces children with someone too closely related to them; increased insanity, mutations, lower intellect, more likely to be sickly, there's lots of things that can go wrong, things I recognise in many of the remaining Sacred Twenty Eight Families," Lucius told her as he topped up his drink.
"The Blacks are prone to madness," she said, thinking of her older sister and even her cousin Sirius at times.
"They are, as are many of the old families," Lucius agreed.
"So books changed your perception," she asked.
"That and the fact that when I was sick, as you know it was muggle medicine that saved me, when our healers were unsure of what to do," he said calmly, Narcissa cringed at the memory, Lucius had been diagnosed with cancer six years ago, a disease that was practically unheard of in the magical world. The healers at St Mungo's had been at a loss of what to do, and didn't expect him to survive the disease, a Muggleborn healer had suggested they seek the help from a specialist and had given them the address of a hospital in muggle London, desperate with no other options they'd gone to the hospital and Lucius had received months of gruelling treatment, that made him much sicker before he finally started to get better, he was in remission now, had been for three years, but every six months, he still had to go to the muggle hospital for tests to ensure the cancer hadn't returned. Narcissa was thankful each time, he returned home with the news that he was okay.
"I think Miss Granger will be good for the boy's, she's honest and kind, the complete opposite of Astoria," she said changing the topic.
"I do too, I don't understand what Draco saw in the Greengrass girl," he commented.
"She was pretty and devoted to him," she said quietly, "so we are both alright with this; Draco and Miss Granger," she asked.
"Some devotion, she cheated at the first opportunity she got, she was a gold digger plain and simple," he scoffed. "We are both okay with it Cissa, Scorp is besotted and so is Draco, I think all three of them will be good for each other," her husband told her.
"What a shame we insisted on an iron clad prenup," she laughed, "I agree they will be good for one another," she added.
"Now back to the records, are we reading them," he asked her.
"It feels wrong to read them, but I doubt she will accept our assistance, as you said earlier, how are we to help her if we don't know the extent of the damage," she asked.
"Then let's find out," he said, pulling the file out of her hand and flipping it open to read, Narcissa silently stood and walked around the small table that separated them, taking a seat beside her husband on the sofa as they both silently read Hermione's Medical Record together.
"We could have prevented this," she whispered, to her husband, the majority of the damage to Hermione's reproductive organs had been caused by extended use of the Cruciatus Curse; both she and Lucius had stood by idly as Bellatrix had used the curse on the younger witch.
"Bella would have tortured both of us if we'd tried to intervene," he told her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"We could have taken her together," she replied.
"Where would that have left us love, outcasts from the dark side, it could have changed the outcome of the war, if you stood up to your sister, you wouldn't have been able to lie to Voldemort in the forest, to tell him Potter was dead," Lucius told her.
"I guess so, I forgot to mention Harry is coming over with his children on Saturday," she said quietly.
"Great," Lucius sighed.
"Don't be like that, he helped save our son, got him to St Mungo's in time and it's not the first time he's saved him either," she chided.
"I know, I do, he and Draco are great friends, but I still see him as the cheeky brat that freed our house elf and made me look a fool in the Department of Mysteries," he said.
"Get over it, Scorpius needs more friends, I know he's met Harry's children a few times but never for long enough to form lasting attachments, he needs this, and we can thank Harry for saving Draco," she told him firmly.
"Yes dear," he agreed, kissing her temple.
"Besides I had to show that stupid Mr Hunter that we Malfoy's had friends in very high places," she commented, Lucius laughed.
"Always playing games aren't you love," he smiled.
"It's for the betterment of our family," she said, her eyes scanning the records quickly, it wasn't going to be an easy fix to give Hermione the children she desired, not only were their significant damage from her sister's curse but also older scar tissue caused by a purple flame curse, she looked at her husband questioningly, pointing at the page with one manicured finger.
"Dolohov hit her in the Department of Mysteries," he told her.
"She's lucky to be alive, doesn't it usually kill it's victims," she asked, Lucius nodded.
"It is my understanding that, someone silenced him, and it dulled the effects of the curse, it should have burned her alive from the inside out," he told her quietly.
"Instead it's severely damaged one of her ovaries and burned her fallopian tubes," she grimaced.
"We need an expert in fertility medicine and options for treating this damage," her husband said.
"Magic might not be the answer, remember the trouble we had with infertility, it was a miracle we had Draco at all, and the miscarriages, we had so many Luc," she whispered.
"We'll try to find a magical specialist first and if necessary, we'll branch out to the muggle world," he reassured, Narcissa rested her head on his shoulder.
"I always wanted more children," she confessed.
"So did I love," he said as he tightened his embrace.
"I don't want Draco to experience the losses we did," she told him.
"Hopefully he won't, but if he does, we'll be there for him," he told her.
"Perhaps I should talk to Miss Granger, child loss and miscarriage is such a taboo subject, I wish I'd had someone to talk to at the time, someone who could relate to what I was experiencing," she confessed.
"You can try, it doesn't hurt to offer," he said, she nodded.
"What are we going to do about her parents," she asked.
"I've already sent an owl, to Phineas Osgood, he's the best person in the world at memory modification and manipulation, if anyone can reverse the obliviations on Miss Granger's parents it will be him," Lucius told her as a large owl swooped into the library, the evening addition of the Prophet held tight in its claws.
"That will be the redaction, Draco's howler was magnificent this morning," she commented as she paid for the prophet and took the paper from the owl; a grin on her face; glancing down at the paper her grin broadened as she took in the image of Rita Skeeter and Mr Hunter in handcuffs, Aurors escorting them out of the Daily Prophet; the headline read 'Greengrass lies, illegal Animagus Rita Skeeter has no journalistic integrity.'
"Seems as though everything is going as planned," she smirked as she skimmed the article.
"That it is my love," he said as he kissed her brow.
"Nanna, Grandpa," Scorp's voice came from the doorway, Narcissa glanced up to see the three-year-old, stood in his blue and gold snitch pyjamas, tears gathering in his eyes as he held his small yellow teddy bear sunshine tightly.
"What's wrong Scorp," she asked as she hurried over to him and gathered him in her arms, carrying him back to the sofa, where Lucius sat.
"I miss daddy," he said, bursting into tears.
"He'll be home tomorrow Scorp," Lucius told him, rubbing soothing circles on the tots back. Narcissa nodded in agreement, staring into Scorp's silver eyes.
"You promise," he hiccupped.
"We promise," she agreed, as she began to hum a soothing lullaby she'd sing to Draco when he was a baby, slowly rocking Scorpius until his eyes fluttered closed, his breathing evening out as sleep claimed him.
"He's so different to Draco," Lucius said fondly, as he stroked Scorpius' hair.
"He isn't spoilt," she laughed.
"No, he's the best part of our family, so pure and innocent," he told her, Narcissa agreed wholeheartedly, Scorp was the heart of their family, the best part of all of them.
"I'll start asking around for recommendations on fertility specialists," Lucius said, as he stood, reaching out to take his sleeping grandson into his arms.
"So will I, I'll ask the ladies at brunch on Sunday," she told him.
"That's sure to raise a stir," he laughed.
"Let them assume what they want," she said primly.
"I'm sure they will," he said as he moved to exit the room, taking Scorpius back to the room he used when he stayed with them.
"I love you," she called after him.
"And I you my love," he replied sweetly before closing the door behind him, leaving her alone in the library.