July 31st, 2005

Harry Potter's day had been, simply put, awful.

It started with the usual screeching from his Aunt Petunia to get up, breaking him out of another nightmare about a flash of green light. Then it was time to get up, get yelled at more while he did a long list of chores, yelled at yet again for weeding the garden and tracking dirt into the house. Then it was off to school with barely breakfast because his 'family' gorged themselves on it.

He was understandably nervous when the report cards were handed out. Despite his best efforts, he had no friends at school since Dudley was all too happy to ruin that, chasing away anyone who would talk to the smallest child in the school.

However, Harry was cautiously happy about the rest of his report, he had tried his best in class and kept out of trouble, unlike Dudley who had been pulled up for bullying and whose classwork was at best barely passing. He was always mindful of Uncle Vernon's threats about what would happen if he did poorly or brought shame on the family with his freakish ways. With that to look forward to, Harry gave his best, and placed first in the class, there was even the prospect of being promoted ahead of his peers, something to make his Aunt and Uncle proud of him at last!

Only, he was wrong! They were far from proud, in fact, they were furious, blaming Harry for Dudley's own poor performance and unruly behaviour. Vernon even got out the belt that Harry had long dreaded, and unlike previous times, Aunt Petunia was so caught up in Dudley's tantrum that she remained silent when Vernon raised it against Harry, bringing it down again and again on his naked back, small welts beginning to bleed. Harry had fought back the tears, but they escaped before Uncle Vernon finished whipping him, his meaty arm tired. Harry finally wriggled free and bolted out the door, his only thought to head 'anywhere but here' as he dashed for freedom.

He rounded another corner and bounced off the legs of someone and fell back onto the grass, winded but uninjured, and looked way up at them. Looking back upwards, he was immediately greeted with the pale skin of her long, curvy legs. Gazing upwards, his childish mind dumbly noticed that she had a wide pair of hips and a thin waist, an expensive cocktail dress hugging her figure, the blue fabric hugging her body tightly, making the curves pop out more. He would know it was expensive as he caught Aunt Petunia shouting about a dress on the tele that looked JUST like this one. Besides her dress, she wore a nice, quality coat

The unknown woman knelt downwards, unintentionally showing off her substantial amount of cleavage, the diamond necklace she wore wedged deep within her breasts, each one slightly bigger than her own head. Dangling from her ears were shiny earrings and to complete her outfit, a high quality coat that hung off her upper body.

In Harry's eyes, she was a Goddess.

Her face was warm, even caring when gazing on a freak like him, her blonde hair framing her angled features, a few curled strands dangling here and there. Harry was confused why he felt so little fear of her: She was an adult, and so far only the school nurse and librarian had tried to help him, but there it was, he trusted her, in the instant way of a more normal child. He took the hand she offered to him and stood up with their help.

"I'm sorry, miss! I didn't mean to run into you, I'm so very sorry..." He rambled in his panic, desperate for her to believe him.

"Shhh, little one, it's OK. What's your name?" The woman's angelic voice stopped his rambling in its tracks, and he blinked, confused, before her question penetrated.

"It's fre- er, Harry, ma'am, Harry Potter." The beautiful blonde raised a delicate eyebrow, before her blue eyes narrowed.

"Harry Potter? That makes things much easier as I was just looking for you." Narcissa stated.

Harry's eyes glimmer with hope.

"You were looking for me?" He tentatively asked.

Narcissa took off her coat and draped it on Harry, uncaring of the blood staining the replaceable fabric. Once his naked and bleeding torso was covered she placed her hand on his shoulder, gently coaxing him back towards the Dursley's. As the duo walked back towards Number 4 Privet Drive, Narcissa filled Harry in on why she was there.

"When your parents died all those years ago, there was a 'power vacuum' of sorts on your dad's side of the family. As he came from a 'high society' we had our own special ways of doing things when someone dies. Since his family was at the very top of the hierarchy, it took YEARS for any progress to occur, as they wanted to prevent anyone with ill intentions from taking advantage of you. Are you understanding this so far?"

Harry nodded.

"As it turns out, someone trusted by everyone took matters into his own hands and left you with your relatives without informing anyone, as well as going against your parents' wills. While your other 'family' members were squabbling over the distribution of money and other things, I actually tried to find you. It took me this whole time to finally find you and now that I'm here I'm taking you back home and away from this awful place."

Narcissa walked up the short path to the door of the house, Harry right beside her, her arm hugging him close, unintentionally pressing his head against her bosom. All the houses here were so uniform, it was almost surreal. She had already caught herself twice trying to silently dispel the Glamour, even though she knew there was none here.

Knocking on the front door rather loudly, the angry voices inside the house cut off as if with a switch, and a thin, long-necked woman answered the door.

"Yes? What do you want?" She asked snappishly, and Narcissa bit back her natural reaction to her confrontational attitude, trying her best not to grab her wand.

"Good morning, Mrs. Dursley, I would like to come in and discuss some matters, if you'd be so kind." While her words were polite enough, her bearing and tone conveyed clearly that this was not a request.

Petunia flushed slightly in anger, before allowing the two inside, closing the door before turning on them. "And just what is it you would like to 'discuss', I ask you?"

"Mrs. Dursley I'm going to be brutally honest with you: I'm taking young Harry back home with me, and we're never coming back." Gently nudging Harry, she told him to get his belongings.

As expected, Vernon exploded at that "And what would you want with a freak like him! That no good-"

Narcissa quickly whipped out her wand, making sure the glowing tip was pointing directly at them, their eyes filled with fear.

"I took one peek into Harry's mind and that was all I needed to know ALL your dirty little secrets. Now you DISGUSTING ANIMALS will cooperate and I'll give you just enough time to sell the house and get the bloody hell out of Britain. If you don't I'll do everything in my power to make sure both you and Marge are locked away for the rest of your lives. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. ME?"

Vernon and Petunia nodded quickly at that, and they agreed to aid Narcissa's efforts to adopt Harry, and to allow Harry to live with her, taking with him the garbage... that is, the heirlooms that belonged to his dearly departed mother, along with any other items that were his.

A few weeks later, Harry and Narcissa slept soundly in Narcissa's home as all three adult were sentenced to 20-30 years in prison for Child Abuse, Embezzlement, assaulting a police officer, and various other charges while Dudley was placed in Child Services.

They abused a child, no way in Hell would she actually let them get away with it.

It was 8:30 at night, Narcissa and Harry getting ready for bed. Although Narcissa wore only her underwear to bed normally, sometimes nude, she now wore a simple gray nightgown on account of her son living with her. Waiting outside the bathroom, she heard the faucet stop running, meaning Harry stopped brushing his teeth.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Harry was clad in a red shirt and pants with blue socks. Walking towards his new bedroom, Harry let loose a deep yawn, an adorable sight that made Narcissa smile. Stepping inside his room, the walls a dark green and completely empty save a bed with yellow blankets, Harry crawled into his nice soft bed. Kneeling down next to him, Narcissa pulled the covers up and tucked him. Taking his glasses off him and placing them on the bed stand nearby, Narcissa planted a kiss on Harry's forehead.

"Goodnight Harry. Remember, I'm right next door if you need me." Narcissa whispered.

Leaving Harry's room as quietly as she could, Narcissa slowly closed the door. It was a good thing she did as she barely heard Harry mutter.

"Goodnight mum." he sleepily muttered.

Narcissa went to bed that night experiencing the greatest moment of her life.

With Dumbledore none the wiser.

AN: The reason I chose Narcissa is I feel as if she's yet another character with a name but no personality. Coupled with the times I remember in canon, she had much going against her (Voldemort in her house, she risked being removed alongside Andromeda, etc) I feel that it's easy to portray her as someone who simply had the deck stacked against her so she played her cards the best she could.