A/N: A lot of people asked me to write the responses of the parents, so here is my take on what Narcissa would write. It's a little short, but I included some actual story, instead of just the letter. I might do the same for Molly and Arthur when I get the chance/get some inspiration.

As stated before, I only write this when I get writer's block, so it's not going to be updated with any kind of regularity. Sorry for that.

Suggestions for other letters are welcome!

My darling Draco,

Your father is in somewhat of a mood, so he is not with me as I reply to your letter. As you can imagine, your sorting was something of a shock to us, but we're happy that you are taking such initiative and are already spying on the Potter boy. Obviously, this will be an asset when the Dark Lord inevitably returns. We are also most impressed that you managed to deceive the Sorting Hat so completely. I always knew you would aspire to great things.

That said, I am sending you several packages of things you will need; an enchanted trunk I have acquired, some invisible ink, etc.

You will most likely face hard times, and the other Gryffindors are not likely to be very fair to you, but I have already told our friends about your most cunning plan to infiltrate the Lion's den. Nott wasn't convinced – he still thinks his little Theo will be the Dark Lord's favoured 'son' – but he will come around. Most have accepted your genius and are already strategizing.

I love you dearly, my boy, and look forward to you no doubt bright future.

All my love,

Mother

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Narcissa sat at her desk, contemplating her letter. Every word of it was false, of course, she knew her son, and knew that the Sorting Hat had placed him correctly, although she had not foreseen it. She should have been more attentive, spent more time… No matter. She couldn't change the past, so she would do what she did best; protect her family.

Draco was smart, he'd be able to read between the lines and know that she was trying to protect him, as she had always done. He would know to play along, and pretend to the Slytherins that he was, in fact, a spy.

But still she worried. Drace would face scorn from both his own housemates and those Slytherins who would not fall for the ruse. But she also knew that her son was strong, stronger than his father gave him credit for. Perhaps spending time with those lions would make him see that he did not have to work so hard to impress a father who would never be able to see him as good enough.

Sighing, Narcissa folded the letter, carefully sealed it, and handed it to her son's owl. Lucius had been livid when he'd read Draco's letter, but he was also desperate to believe the story she'd crafted to protect their son. He didn't doubt her, though she knew she would have to work hard to maintain the subterfuge.

Lightly biting her lip – a bad habit she'd picked up from her sister Andromeda, years ago – she took out another piece of parchment. She couldn't leave this to chance, she couldn't risk her husband or his friends finding out the truth and turning on her and her son. And there was only one person who could possibly protect her.

Narcissa dipped her quill into the ink, and penned down another letter. This one would have to be even more carefully worded, she would have to put meticulous stress on certain words and glance over others. But she also knew that she couldn't risk deceiving this man. Dumbledore was more than smart enough to see through that.

And perhaps… perhaps she would make it out of this alive, and be able to save her son at the same time.