Dragons
Narcissa lay on her bed, her eyes adjusting to the light. She had been dreaming of dragons. As her vision became clearer she made out her husband, standing, sillhouetted against the early morning light. In his arms, just a few hours old, was a baby. She watched Lucius as he gently rocked the creature from side to side.
Narcissa sat up, 'Morning daddy' she said to him in a voice just above a whisper. He turned to face her but did not make a sound, instead walked over to the bed and placed the now sleeping baby in a silvery oak crib which lay beside Narcissa. After doing so, Lucius Malfoy sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his wife.
'I know what we must call the baby' Narcissa said, 'its the phrophesy, I've been dreaming about it these past few days... its us you see!'
Lucius raised his hand to her face and stroked the side of her cheek, 'My darling what are you talking about?'
'Its us! "From sleeping light... remember!' her voice was charged with energy, though still no louder than a murmur. 'Sleep - the ancient Greek word for sleep is Narce, Narcissa, and Light... well that's you, Lucius means light in Latin - both the classics combined... from sleeping light it said! It was meant to be... us...'
Lucius Malfoy took the hand of his wife, comprehension dawning on him like a warm mist, 'From sleeping light comes... the dragon...'
The two Malfoys looked into each others eyes and began to smile. And together, only one more word was spoken that night, "Draco."