Summary: Purebloods, half-bloods, muggle-born, and muggles, she didn't care, they would end up dead in the end. If you are to live, you'd better experience it to your fullest. Thankfully for herself, this was her second chance at it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series nor do a I lay claim to it at all
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There were many things Narcissa Malfoy nee Black wanted in life. Some things, she could easily buy, but others were priceless and for her, one, in particular, was impossible.
She was brought up in the ways of aristocracy and pure-blooded hierarchies. Born of an Ancient and Noble house, though a cousin branch, she had always been seen to have a deeper connection with magic.
Her sister, the Bellatrix had always been the one to be connected more with the Black family magic, her long beautiful hair a sign of its strength running through her veins. Her other sister, the one who was a stain on the Black House, Andromeda was the one with the affinity for the rest of the world, life and nature.
But Narcissa was unlike her sisters, the youngest of the Black sisters, the one often overlooked and ignored. She even remembered her school days that seemed so far away, yet was less than half a decade ago, all the Lords and their sons had looked to her sisters as potential wives while she was brushed aside. She couldn't fault them though, her sister was beautiful and powerful, one would've been a fool to not see it.
At first, she had taken it personally, though would've never dared voiced her opinions in front of her parents, Cygnus and Druella, having known what their response would've been in a moment. Soon though, after a while, Narcissa had found herself with something she never realized she wanted or needed before then. With all the suitors vying for her sisters and families attention, Narcissa would find herself with all the time in the world, allowing her to seclude herself away from the drama and politics.
It was through then she was able to learn things and master skills never dreamed of being able to do. She would spend long nights in the libraries, both at Hogwarts and her families directories, coming through potions, spells, and the kind of magic she had become known for, healing. While to herself, was not the most impressive that she had come to learn, herself becoming superior at apparition and on par with occlumency as Severus, nevertheless it gained her recognition in the upper of society, especially when the war had been nearing closer and closer.
From her self made seclusion, she had even found herself in the company of other likeminded witches and wizards (mostly Slytherins, a couple of Ravenclaws, and surprisingly a Hufflepuff). While she was a bit put off with a few in the group, three had been half-bloods and one a mudblo- muggle-born, Narcissa had, over time, grown used to the dozen or so of her peers. But when her sister, the proclaimed blood traitor, a stain upon pure-bloods and the Black House had run off with some muggle-born mudblood, Narcissa had quickly found herself on a short leash.
Bella had been quick to be carted off in an arranged marriage between the Lestrange's scion. Her father had almost done the same to herself, having gotten so close to arranging her marriage to the other Lestrange son, Rabastan. But her mother, one of the few things Narcissa appreciated from the woman, had put her foot down on the matter, instead of arranging a wealthy match with the Malfoys.
Lucious Malfoy, the sole heir to the noble house Malfoy was of course well known throughout the British wizarding world. He was absurdly wealthy, the Malfoy Estate was beyond grand and spacious, and with his aging father, Abraxas Malfoy the ambitious and far too intelligent man on his death bed, it made her parents quick to marry her to the young heir.
Her wedding was a grand but quick affair, during her sixth year, Lucious's seventh, and that was the first time she spent any amount of time with her new husband. While they had met before during gatherings and social parties, it was never more than a few words and mostly pleasantries. After the wedding, she had quickly fallen into the role of a dutiful wife and when his father had passed she took over as Lady Malfoy, the only of her sisters to have such standing.
She also thanked Lady Magic and Hecate for her husband. She knew the stories, the ones of wives who were cheated, betrayed, used, and sold, and luckily, not only id the Malfoy magic accept her as one of their own, the marriage bond bound the two body and soul, making cheating and thoughts of impossible.
Her husband was a good man. He held the same views, gave the free reigns of her afternoons and unlike other pureblood lords, such as Lord Bulstrode, let her speak her mind and give advice to him of which he would always listen and respect. He was studious, and quiet, but loving and caring too, while the first year of marriage was hard, a little awkward even as she was still a seventh year during their wedding (Lucius having graduated the year prior), but by the following they were certainly and even hopelessly in love with one another.
Narcissa Malfoy nee Black had a good life. Lady of a noble house before her maturity, a loyal and loving husband, spacious properties, more money then she could dream of, and her husband's heir, her little dragon, Draco.
But the one thing Narcissa wanted, more than money, or power, was a daughter. She had a son, as was the norm for most pureblood houses, as many had magical contracts and spells that ensured a male heir which was practice for centuries, but she wanted a daughter too. A girl for herself, one that she does and keep safe, a daughter that she could dress up and share stories with. She loved Draco, more than she loved her husband even, but there was still a small hole in heart and womb that had yet to be filled.
However, not even with all her healing, she found that she would never fall with child again. It broke her heart and for weeks after she found out she would find herself crying in the old nursery that they had kept in hopes for a second child. Lucious, for the love he felt for her, had tried everything to cheer her up, buying absorbant gifts, foods, and clothes all for her yet nothing seemed to help the pain.
It was when her family was at a gathering with the frail yet still loud Walburga Black, the Head of house Black much to many purebloods annoyance when she had heard the news that brought her back to reality.
It had been a long time since people had heard from the Rosiers and the scion of the Blacks. In truth, many hadn't cared much, with the war and the aftermath, the children hadn't been the biggest concern of the Wizarding society, and many just assumed the Blacks had the children stowed away in training.
The death of its head, Lyanna Rosier from supposed childbed fever had just been another of to join the rest of the dead. However, the true mystery that people seemed intrigued with was what of the newborn baby that was the unofficial head of house Rosier.
Narcissa had been exchanging pleasantries between the Greengrass's when the group of pure-bloods had heard the booming voice of Walburga Black as she had made her grand entrance in what seemed like a good mood. A rare sight indeed, it was almost as if someone had told the woman her son had come back from the dead and had slaughtered every blood traitor and mudbloo-muggle-born in the world.
Most had returned back to their own conversations when the old witch's voice boomed out a large laugh, "I have just seen my grandchildren, they are truly perfect purebloods to uphold the Black family name!" she had cried out gaining the attention of the room once more, "My boy, Regulus's son, Cepheus, is so much like his father, a true prodigy right there! And his little sister, Danielle is so much like her aunt, Bellatrix's spitting image I tell you-"
Now that caught Narcissa off guard, as did it with Lady Greengrass beside her. While in her sisters past, Bellatrix was the most ideal witch and was paraded by their parents often but after the unfortunate circumstances of her marriage and her incarceration, Bellatrix was far from one that any child should be compared to especially in good light. Excusing herself from Lady Greengrass and catching her husbands knowing look and with an exchange of nods, Narcissa found herself standing in front of the boisterous witch.
"Excuse me, Lady Black," she began, as the clocks began spinning in her mind as the words came out, "I couldn't help but overhear about your grandchildren."
Walburga turned towards her, a bright smile spreading across her face, "Ah Narcissa, it's been far too long, the last I believe at your wedding-" Narcissa's eye twitch at the informal manner to her title, "-you are just who I wanted to see. Regarding my prodigious grandchild, the next Lord Black and Lady Rosier, I was hoping you would be able to meet the two. Especially Danielle, much like her mother, Lyanna, you two were acquaintances I believe, anyhow I'm sure you would be more than happy to help train her to be the perfect Black woman I'm sure. Yourself the proof of what a great wife us Black women make"
No matter what she said, the lack of manners, the false righteousness, and presumptions made, Narcissa could not help the small smile that tugged on her lips at the mention of the Lyanna Rosier's daughter, "Why of course, Lady Black, I would certainly like to meet the young scions-"
"Marvelous I knew you-"
"-of course since I am Lady Malfoy, it would be a dishonor to my husband's house if I were to teach the young heiress under the guidelines of the Black House-"
"-it does not matter you are still a Black-"
"Is there a problem here?" a new voice interjected, as the man leaned in closer to his wife but nothing improper of course, as the looming figure of Lucious Malfoy gave Walburga Black a tight smile.
The old witch shut her mouth very quickly but remained undeterred by his appearance trying her best to brush him off, "Of course not Lucious I was merely talking to dear Narcissa and it seemed she had a misunderstanding with what I was saying, nothing to concern yourself over."
Narcissa suppressed a laugh, "If I am not mistaken Lady Black, but as my wife is of two noble houses, should be revered to as her title, Lady Malfoy. Along with that matter, it is very ill-mannered to interrupt especially one of her status-" he held his finger up to cut off Walburga as if scolding a child, "-and in case you have forgotten, my beautiful wife is a Malfoy, not a Black. But we would be more than happy to look after and help tutor your grandchildren, of course, it would be a disservice to not bring them up under the tutelage of the Rosiers too."
That was something else she loved about her husband. He was ambitious, cunning, intelligent, and quite good with his mouth and she was reminded of that fact when she looked upon Walburga's agape face in anger and shock. Narcissa knew her chances to meet her young family members had faded away after that but on a sweeter note, it was a lovely evening that night with Lucious.
When she had finally seen the Rosier-Black children was at Walburga's funeral.
The young boy, the Head of House Black (her father Cygnus III having died a few years prior which automatically made him the head, even if he didn't claim his seats nor ring) had been standing dressed in black robes with she could tell was a feigned sadness over the loss of his grandmother. His dark hair was slicked back making his pale skin standout, while his eyes Narcissa realized, were an almost perfect copy to his late father's. If she was into gambling, she would bet a few galleons that by the time he reached maturity, he would look exactly like Regulus once had, however, it was still clear to see that Lyanna's attributes were still there, specifically in his nose, lips, and posture.
Besides him stood a young girl, that if under any other circumstance, Narcissa would've bounded towards in shock and excitement.
The girl, perhaps a few years younger than her brother, who simple but elegant robes for the affair, hair plaited on top of her head, and eyes looking as though they were analyzing everything around her. There was no doubt in Narcissa's mind that the two scions were prodigious, most of the Rosiers were intelligent (except for Lyanna's and Evan's father the late head who was in nice terms, moronic) but that wasn't what drew her in as she couldn't help but stare at the children who were being partially shielded by who, she believed, was their bastard half-blood of an aunt, Elia Thorne.
No, what drew her in was the utter resemblance Danielle had to when Narcissa and Bella were children. It was as if looking in the past. She had the same angled face of Bella, her cheekbones mirroring that of her sister's, the girl's nose was small and pointed, and her eyelashes a bit too pale for her coloring though still pleasant reminded Narcissa so much to herself. But that was not the most striking similarity to herself and the child, no in fact from the way several other witches and wizards glanced over, others could see it too.
While Narcissa's hair used to be a fair blonde, it quickly changed when the last of the main branch of House Blacks died, the house magic had begun searching for the next head which caused the black strands to appear in her head. They were few and far in between, but against her pale hair, certainly stood out. And after a year or two, Narcissa had ended up dying the top of her black, to match the few magical strands. Looking Danielle's hair, it almost looked inverted into her own, it was black with pale blonde strands sprawled among the underneath of the girl's locks. That girl could've been easily bee Narcissa's daughter if it weren't for the dark green eyes that were the trademark for Rosier women.
Being pulled out of her thoughts by her husbands magic who gave her a worried look, Narcissa turned back to the funeral procedure but even still, for the rest of the day she would sneak glances over to the Rosier-Black children. They were certainly Regulus's and Lyanna's children, but without any sort of guidance, they would easily be eaten alive by pureblood society.
Even if their aunt could care for them and teach them the basics, she lacked the knowledge it took to be a pureblood of a noble house. Narcissa knew that if they weren't tutored properly, by the time they graduated school, House Black would be lost to the eager and greedy hands of others and many lords would try to do as the wished to Lady Rosier.
At that moment Narcissa Malfoy made up her mind. She may not be of their blood, but she vowed on that day she would be there for them and be whatever they needed, a friend, a confidant, a sister, a mentor or even -her heart clenched at the thought - perhaps even a mother to them.
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A/N: The Malfoys have entered the party! So I actually like Narcissa character a lot, and yes I took creative liberties with her life due to the early things and what not was unknown/never gone into detail. I know many other fanfic authors have done the same, so I was like why not try my hand? It's a headcanon that Narcissa knows healing magic as well as Occlumency, and in the books, it was stated that when she apparated it was often quiet (which is rare and show of good control etc).
Are the Malfoys going to be good? Well, define 'good' and 'bad', because yes in the books they were dark and yes they do have the stereotypical views but you know it can change etc.
In regards to the whole 'male heirs' thingy, I mean I was going through family trees and generally many of the firstborn children of main branch houses (Narcissa is a cousin branch) had males like most of them do (Sirius Black, James Potter, Harry, Charlie Weasley, the Prewitts, Malfoys, Lestranges, Goyles/Crabbes etc) so I decided to implement it!