Chapter 9
Tara opened the door to see her beloved godmother in her room, crying. It was the first time in her entire life that she had ever seen Narcissa un poised. It was a terrible shocker for her, Narcissa's long blonde hair that was usually held back, was all over the place, her robes were all bungled, and she was a mess. "Aunt, what is wrong?" Tara asked. Narcissa looked up with a startled look, and was quite embarrassed to be seen like this.
The truth was that every thing in her life was ruined, nothing had gone right this evening, and unfortunately she would have to live with this nightmare for the rest of her life. She had thought she was in love, she made him the picture perfect man because he told her he never wanted to spend his life with anyone but her, he told her lies that only her friends saw. He made it seem like they had their own little world, when all this time he had been after her for her body, her looks. After years of marriage she found out he was cheating on her with the maid. A maid! How could he! "Nothing sweetie, now why don't you tell me why you are here?" She asked as she regained her composure. On the inside she was crying. She had caught him with her, that little she demon, the maid was immediately dismissed, and her husband, that cheating bastard, was in his study.
"Well Aunt, those horrible, vile muggles, were just awful, so Harry and I left. Uncle said we could stay here, and then I would go back to Hogworts until holiday ended, and then Harry could stay here. He said he was going to make Harry a legal Malfoy." Tara answered. Something was wrong and she was just going to have to ask Draco to tell her what was wrong. "Okay, well you know the rules; I'll go tell Lela to start dinner." Narcissa said as she left.
Lela was their chef, and loved Tara like a second daughter, because she had one, her husband had died defending Lucias, so the least the Malfoys could do was give Lela and her daughter a home. She was tall with a slender figure, and had long red hair with blue eyes, Narcissa knew she was attractive, but she never had to worry about that, Lucias only liked blondes, and that horrible maid was one.
Somewhere else in the Malfoy Manor.
"Master Potter, this is young Master Malfoy, young Master Malfoy, this is Master Potter." A house elf introduced Draco and Harry. Draco looked the boy up and down. So this is the famous Potter that his beloved god sister was related to, Draco thought. Well he didn't look like much that was certain; it would be up to him to make him a true Malfoy. This would be fun.
Sorry not much will Harry, there will be I promise.