Title / Avalanche
Rated / T for now
Summary / With the War coming up, Draco Malfoy accidentally stumbles upon a forgotten prophecy that even Dumbledore himself had forgotten. With twists involving a shocking prophesy, Veela blood and surprising news. Rated M because I'm paranoid.
Disclaimer / I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does.
Author's Note / Thanks for the reviews!
Chapter 2: She's my what?
Narcissa Malfoy's heels clicked soundly in a rhythmic method down the hall towards Draco Malfoy's room. Narcissa Malfoy, currently in her mid-forties, looked younger with blonde highlights in her well-cared brunette hair that is always tied up half way. Her face features were sharp and pointy. Her eyes were the lightest shade of sky blue. She was wearing one of the finest robes available in the Wizarding World made by Madam Malkins. Like how a Malfoy should act, she walked with her head held high and an indifference aura surrounding her.
"Draco?" Narcissa Malfoy knocked. "Draco, dear, are you in there?"
After a few knocks and calling, Draco's personal house elf appeared next to her, startling her in the process. "Master Draco is in the attic, Lady Malfoy. Do Lady Malfoy wishes Mitzy to give Master message?"
Narcissa turned her attention onto Mitzy who looked dirty and unrecognizable. "Yes, yes, tell Draco to come to Lucius' study quickly. There is something we need to discuss." Just as Mitzy was about to pop into the attic, Narcissa added. "Get changed Mitzy."
According to the Wizarding World's knowledge about the Malfoys, they were known to be one of those purebloods that torture and abuse their house elves. Unbeknownst to them, the Malfoy house-elves were freed before Lucius Malfoy was born. Abraxas Malfoy had found it unnecessary to have a house full of elves, so he gave them all clothes. They took the clothes hesitantly, wore them, but did not leave. None of the house elves left. It seems that the house elves seem quite happy about their job and the family they work for.
"Mitzy thanks Lady Malfoy!" Mitzy squeaked thankfully before bowing and popping into the attic, where Draco Malfoy is.
Narcissa sighed and turned back, walking back towards her husband's study with wheels turning in her head, wondering how to explain their current situation to her only son. Once again, beside Narcissa's frustrated sigh, the hall is once filled again with the echo of her heels.
At the attic
Draco Malfoy sat alone in the quiet and oddly bright attic. Hardly any occupant in the manor has ever been up in the attic for casual reasons. The only people who goes in the attic are either house elves, who cleans things up and makes sure everything is in place with nothing missing and the Malfoys who had written some important event that just took place involving their family. The moving portraits that contained the ancestors were trilled to have company in the attic, but often quite curious as what the young Malfoy does in there.
The Malfoy attic wasn't filled with dust or odd creatures, it was quite clean for an attic. There were shelves where the books were arranged alphabetically and allowed some space for collections of memories. The memories usually consist of an event that holds high importance that all future Malfoys should know about. Then, there are portraits of Malfoys that have been kicked out of the family. There was a window, which allowed air to come through and light to shine through. No magic was allowed in the attic, as things are fragile. The only magical thing about this attic is that it usually organizes itself, sorting each thing into different boxes or shelves. The other odd thing about this attic is that only house elves that had been registered to the manor can apparate into the attic; wizards and witches alike were not able to apparate in.
"Master Draco," Mitzy said immediately after popping next to Draco. "Lady Malfoy wishes to speak to Master at Lord Malfoy's study."
In a way, Draco was glad that his house elves had been taught how to speak almost fluent English. The grammar didn't matter to Draco, as long as he understood the message. He would never admit it, but he didn't understand what Dobby had been telling him when he was a lot younger. He threw a tantrum because of it and that's why he had Mitzy.
"Ok, Mitzy." Draco replied a bit confused as to why his mother needs to talk to him. "Get these books to my room. They're quite heavy and fragile. Be careful."
Draco handed Mitzy three books. They were handwritten and in Latin. One of the three books belonged to a seer in the Malfoy family. It was a diary of sorts named Malfoy Prophecies: Forbidden Words. It seems interesting enough to pass time till school starts, which was in a month. The other two books were spells that the Malfoy ancestors had created. One filled with name of spells and how to use them; the other was filled with healing spells if one was ever hit through a friendly fire.
"Yes Master. Mitzy will put Master's books on Master's desk." Mitzy bowed. "Master needs anything else from Mitzy?"
"No, you're dismissed." Draco said waving her off as he stood up and walked down the creaking stairways of the attic. "Before you go Mitzy, clean them up. They're a bit dusty."
"Yes Master, Mitzy will clean dust off Master's books."
Draco nodded in satisfaction before continuing his way down.
At Lucius' study room
The study room was not dimly lit. A grand chandelier hung in the middle of the room, spreading light around the room. The antique table and chairs were hand carved and although old, it looked as if it was made just yesterday. The bookshelves stood tall and proud as they leaned against the well-painted brown wall with books arranged neatly. It wasn't something one expects to see in a Malfoy Mansion. This room was full of life and warmth, it was almost pleasant to be in if one did not take on account who owned that place.
The cackling fire was the only thing that ran through the heavy tension in the room as the two elder Malfoys and the other two mysterious guests, one male and one female, sat around. The men were speaking to each other in hushed tone; the female Malfoy was frowning while playing with her fingers trying to calm down. Their female companion was wondering around the room, occasionally whispered to invisible beings in the room, but mostly running her fingers over the thick informational books.
A knock broke the silent tension in the room as the occupants in the room turned to the door.
"Come in!" Narcissa's bell-like voice wavered a tiny bit when she looked over at the door, which revealed her son. "Draco, thank Merlin. You came just in time."
"Mother, Father, good morning." Draco nodded his head at their direction. Lucius had come to stand by Narcissa with his arms around her waist, trying to calm her nerves down. Lucius and Narcissa were actually very much in love, much to Draco's distaste as they show it everywhere, though, not so much in the public. "Uh, and you are?"
"Ah yes, Draco, I'm sure you know the Lovegoods. This is Xenophilius Lovegood." Lucius drawled while Draco nodded at the man sitting next to his father. "We have something we need to discuss with you. It is rather, shocking, I would think you will need to sit down for this."
"Hello Draco." Luna Lovegood's dreamy voice came from behind him. "You have quite a lovely house. The Nargles like it a lot."
"Uh, right, thanks, Loo-Lovegood." Draco nodded, slightly frowning at the female blonde's comment.
"Mother, Father," Draco re-addressed his parents. "What is the matter? She isn't another one of the purebloods you want to introduce me to, right?"
"No, son." Narcissa said quickly, reassuring her son that that wasn't the case. "You see, do you remember what happened when you were just one-year-old before you went with the Zabinis for a two months Christmas vacation?"
Draco frowned, wondering where this was going before he thought back. How was he meant to remember something that has happened around sixteen years ago? It was a blur. All he remembered was presents, his expecting mother, Blaise and Pansy. Wait, mother was expecting?
"You were with a child." Draco replied confused. He had forgotten about that until now. "Why?"
"Have you ever wondered where the child's been, Draco?" Lucius asked. "Ever confused as to why your brother or sister was never around the house?"
"Well," Draco admitted sheepishly. "I kind of had forgotten about that. Until now of course, now that you brought it up. Why? Does this involve me?"
"Draco, Luna is your sister." Narcissa sighed, cutting straight to the point. "I am not attempting to fool you. I'm speaking the truth."
"You can't be serious?" Draco asked shocked at the answer his mother provided him with. "Loon-Luna, she's…loony. No offence."
"None taken." Luna Lovegood, or whatever-her-name-is now, replied, waving the comment off. "It's part of my genes. Why else do you think Bellatrix is deranged? It did give me quite a shock when the glamout charm came off in Hogwarts. Hermione had to cast the same glamour charm to have me looking the same as I did before. Merlin, it was a strong charm."
"Granger? She knows?" Draco exclaimed in horror.
"Oh don't worry, she's the only one who knows." Luna said dreamily. "And the only one who can take the charm off."
"Draco, Luna, what do you want to know?" Narcissa asked, stirring the questions back into the present situation.
"Let's start from the beginning if you don't mind." Draco asked, still trying to grasp the fact that Luna was his sister.
"Okay," Narcissa sighed. "Professor Quirrell was here the night something went wrong with my pregnancy and I had to deliver early."
"What was he doing here?" Draco spat in disgust. "He stuttered all the time. Couldn't understand him in class."
"Well, the Dark Lord was on him." Narcissa frowned, unable to explain. "It's hard to explain. Naturally, Lucius and I started to worry because apparently, he needed a wife to produce an heir. Our family history seems to be the perfect choice. If he had known that Luna existed, he would have taken her the minute I had her."
Flashback
"Lucius!" Narcissa gasped as she tightened her hold on the pillow closest to her on the bed. She had just had a quick nap after a long day when she was woken by a sharp twinge in her distended abdomen. She had been feeling pains throughout the day, but thought nothing of it as she thought it was only because she was tired. "Dobby! Dobby, quickly!"
"Master's lady, Dobby is here." Dobby came frantically wide-eyed after hearing her call his name urgently. "What does missus wishes Dobby to do?"
"Ahh!" Narcissa groaned when she felt another sharp pain coming from her abdomen. Her knuckles were turning whiter by seconds. "Mid-wife, Dobby. Get Lucius. Ahh!"
"Oh no!" Dobby's eyes got wider if possible. "Yes, missus. Dobby will get Mid-wife and Master quickly!"
"Hurry! This won't be long before -AHHH." Narcissa screamed in pain as the sharp twinge in her abdomen increased. Her veins showed up on her neck as she screamed in pain, her face getting redder by the second. She held her belly, as if protecting it from harm, as she curled up in a fetus position.
Narcissa appeared to have screamed so loud that Quirrell and Lucius came running along. Quirrell stood there shocked, as blood seems to be coming out from under Narcissa and onto the bed sheets. Lucius, as opposed to his cold demeanour, his face was etched with worry as his wife gasped in pain. He hurried to his wife's side and held her lovingly as Narcissa curled into him, sobbing and whispering in fear. The faint line of "It's too early" can be heard as she sobbed painfully into Lucius.
"Where is she?" The mid-wife's voice asked anxiously as she heard Narcissa screamed another heart wrenching cry. She stepped back a few steps when she saw Narcissa. "Oh no. This isn't good."
Blood, although slowly, came out from Narcissa as she gasped in pain. Narcissa was also getting paler by the second. "She needs to deliver now."
"Quirrell, out!" Lucius ordered lightly, as the Dark Lord can hear everything that's going on. "This will not be pleasant."
"J-just remember His words, Lucius." Quirrell added weakly before leaving the room to head back to Hogwarts.
As the mid-wife set up as quickly as she can, Narcissa asked Lucius weakly, "What did He say?" When Lucius appeared to be troubled and hesitant in telling her, she added a bit forcefully. "Tell me."
"He wants our daughter to marry him to produce an heir." Lucius said quickly while grasping his wife's hand in his own. "Should we get the Lovegoods?"
"Thank Merlin we had this planned out before." Narcissa smiled weakly before squeezing her eyes shut in pain. "Dobby, the Lovegoods."
"Yes, Missus." Dobby said in an abnormally high-pitched voice.
"Come now, Mrs. Malfoy." The mid-wife's voice said quickly. "It's time to push. One, two, three…PUSH."
"GAAHHHHH!" Narcissa screamed and pushed as hard as she can. She fell back into Lucius as the contraction past.
"Come on, love. You can do this." Lucius encouraged his wife.
"I can't, Lucius. I'm too weak." Narcissa panted.
"She's loosing too much blood." The mid-wife exclaimed in horror. "We need to speed things up! One last push, Mrs. Malfoy!"
"Come on, Love. I'm here," Lucius encouraged.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Narcissa pushed with all the energy left in her and fell back almost unconscious as the baby wailed weakly. "Save the baby" was the last thing she uttered before she blacked out.
-the next night-
Narcissa opened her eyes slowly, only to find herself in St. Mungos and her husband sleeping next to her. She ruffled his hair lovingly as he stirred. "You look drained." She started. "Where's the baby?"
"She's right here, Love." Lucius said standing up and walked to the baby's hospital bed behind him. "She was quite weak, but she made it. She's a strong one, like her mother."
"Give her to me." Narcissa said weakly, only to have Lucius shaking his head.
"You're still weak and a little pale, you lost a lot of blood. Come on, I'll sit next to you so you can have a good look at her." Lucius muttered tiredly, as he caressed his love's cheek.
"Oh, she's beautiful. What should we name her?" Narcissa gushed, then immediately sighed sadly. "Are the Lovegoods here?"
"Yes, they are." Lucius mumbled, kissing his wife's forehead. "They have decided to name her Luna while she's with them. What do you want her to be called?"
"Cassaundra. Cassaundra Malfoy." Narcissa smiled before the Lovegoods came in.
"Narcissa! Thank Merlin you're alright!" Illandha Lovegood exclaimed as she rushed forward to hug Narcissa.
"Illandha, you don't know the slightest idea of how much you mean to me by taking her." Narcissa thanked in a strained voice to the Lovegoods as she hugged Illandha back. "Go! Take her away before Quirrel comes!"
"Best wishes, Lucius, Narcissa." Xenophilius nodded, feeling a bit jittery for their friends. "Come now Illandha, you heard her. Before he comes, off we go now, he's coming soon."
Just as the Lovegoods leave the room, Lucius turned to Narcissa. "The Dark Lord isn't that strong yet, he won't notice if we lied. We are telling him that you had a difficult birth and the child didn't survive."
Narcissa nodded tearfully, "Whatever saves her from being his wife."
End of flashback
"Oh, that was horrible!" Luna/Cassaundra exclaimed. "I'm dreadfully sorry about that. Now, should I hug you or should I just stay where I am?"
"It's alright Luna," Xenophilius nudged her towards Narcissa. "Go on, she's your mother."
Luna smiled dreamily before skipping across the room to hug Narcissa. Narcissa hugged her as tight as she could while tears fell down her cheek. "I quite like the name Cassaundra, can I keep it?"
"Yes you can, Lu-Cassaundra." Narcissa laughed tearily as Lucius smirked a ghostly smile while patting his wife's shoulder.
"Should Hermione come here?" At Narcissa and Lucius questioning gaze, she added, "As I have mentioned before, she's the only one who can take the charm off."
"Oh, alright then." Lucius frowned at the idea of having a mudblood in his manor.
~End of Chapter
Author's Note/ I changed Iris to Illandha and well… some parts aren't the same.
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