The Trial of Narcissa Malfoy
By: Hobblefoot.11
Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to Joanne Rowling and not me.
Authors Note: I've been trying for ages to find a good story from Narcissa's point of view about her trial after the battle and I couldn't find one so I decided to write one of my own. Please review.
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Chapter Three – Saved by the Enemy.
The trials went slowly. I was starving. It must have been two days since the battle. I mostly slept my head on Draco's shoulder.
Finely the called Draco. My heart froze. He stood, he was trembling. I reached for his hand but he pulled away. "I love you, Draco." I whispered through dry lips. I would never see my son again.
"Goodbye, mother." He said quietly, and then walked to the impatient Auror who led him from the room. The tears overflowed once again.
Time passed to slow. Draco didn't come back, but neither had any of the others. Was he already sailing to Azkaban?
The door opened again. "Narcissa Malfoy."
I stood, searching the almost empty room for Lucius. He didn't even lift his head. I turned away from him and walked through the door, head held high.
I figured we would go to the Ministry, but he took me to the Great Hall, which had been restored to its former beauty. When we entered, only two people were inside. Shacklebolt and another witch who were whispering by the table for the teachers.
"Narcissa Malfoy," The Auror announced. The glanced at me, then Shacklebolt turned to look t some papers on the table.
The doors behind me burst open. Shacklebolt looked up, confused, but then his expression melted into one of acceptance. I turned around to see Harry Potter walking towards the front of the room. He looked tired and worn out, but determined.
"Cleared." Potter said loudly.
Shacklebolt winced. "Harry, are you sure...?"
"Of course," Potter replied smoothly, glancing at me. "She saved my life; it's only fair that I repay the dept." I could have sworn I saw him wink.
"Cleared." Shacklebolt repeated tiredly, tapping a piece of paper with his wand, "Of all charges."
I was stunned.
Cleared.
And then Harry Potter turned to me and handed me my wand. I barely heard the door open again behind me. But I did hear the footsteps. It sounded like they were running. I turned around.
I nearly collapsed at the sight, but his strong arms were around me, holding me up.
I looked up into his shining blue eyes, glistening with tears.
My son.
My Draco.
And we were free.
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What do you think? I love a happy ending! I thought this one was so sweet!