All spells mentioned in this chapter belong to me and JKR.
It never happened, and it never will again
"OBLIVIATE!"
The spell hit him square on the forehead, the bright white light seemed to seep into his head, but he did not stir.
"Now you will never remember what you did, and what our son did, I won't let you hurt him this time. Forget. You became drunk and collapsed on this bed, Draco obeyed you, I obeyed you"
Leaving him on the bed, sleeping, she backed toward the door.
A crow cawed noisily from the open window, Narcissa looked toward it briefly then closed the door with a gentle click.
Now to help her son.
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Narcissa found Miriam stroking his hand and whispering teary words of encouragement.
"Miriam?"
The house elf gave a start. "Oh miss; thank god you're here, how about Lucius?"
Narcissa bent down and picked up her son.
"He will have a little trouble remembering this, I should have done more, I should have wringed his pathetic neck!"
Although Miriam grinned she said "Violence isn't the way, look at what it did to Draco"
Narcissa didn't say a word and Miriam fell silent at her side.
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A dark figure walked toward a stirring figure on a bed, the blonde man opened his eyes and looked around the room, his room.
What happened? How did he get here?
Realization dawned on him as he rubbed his throbbing head, oh, right; he had had a little episode with alcohol.
A noise caught his attention and he looked up sharply.
A louder noise followed, like a goblet being thrown to the wall, he turned his head quickly, panic claiming him.
A man as if he was made of shadow raised his arm, wand in hand and yelled, "Backa!"
A bright red light flew from his wand and hit the blonde man on the head; once again he fell against the bed, limp. A burn mark showing against his temple.
The shadow swirled and seemed to fly out the window.
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Narcissa laid her son onto his bed and removed his shirt, she gasped as ugly, deep wounds showed themselves. Miriam looked at her mistress grimly, fighting back the inevitable tears.
"Miri-"the house elf looked up.
Narcissa had her hand over her mouth, her eyes shined with inner pain.
"Miriam please fetch a bowl and a cloth"
She did as she was told, and as she cleaned the cuts and gashes on his face and torso she felt a warm glow on her back, like sunlight streaming from a window, then the pain was gone.
"Thank you mistress, thank you" her wounds were healed.
Narcissa stood beside her as the blood was wiped away; she raised her wand and sang in a sing song voice. Draco's wounds appeared to knit together and the bruises seemed to fade.
Miriam gasped as she heard a moan escape Draco's lips.
"Miss!"
Narcissa turned toward her son's face, his eyes fluttered open.
She started to cry with joy and enveloped him in a hug.
"Mum? What happened?"
She held his head in her hands and kissed his forehead, whispering with a happy ferocity.
"Its alright, it doesn't matter, your going to be alright!"
He nodded, then his breathing became heavy, his eyes looked wild and scared.
"It hurts!" he gasped.
Narcissa's heart leaped.
"I know, but be strong, as I know you are"
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Draco sat up in bed sipping at a cool goblet of opaque liquid, staring into the depths of the water and breathing in deeply.
He remembered everything, and it made him wince.
His mother had told him she had hit his father with a memory charm and he would remember nothing of the past few hours.
So he had to also forget, it never happened, and it never would again.
Again he sipped at the goblet, then placing it on the bed side table he laid his head against the cool pillow and breathed deeply.
It would never happen again.
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That was short as well wasn't it? Oh, I cant write long chapters!
Sorry, I know that was really cheesy and sappy and it doesn't seem like this story is going anywhere but please keep reading!