Phi and Narcissa

greetings diary, it is Narcissa writing for my youngest grandchild. i shall try to write his words as spoken so bare with me. he is sitting on my lap, watching the words form as I write them on the parchment.

"my name is Ophiuchus. I'm a metamorphmagus and i can change my appearance. I'm the youngest of the family and i am excited to be going to Hogwarts in a few years. i wonder what house i will be in?

papa says that i am ambitious enough for Slytherin, brave enough for Gryffindor, intelligent enough for Ravenclaw and kind and fair enough for Hufflepuff. as i am only nine years old, i am not good at writing so Grandma is writing for me.

the older kids look after me, and often tell me stories of Hogwarts, i particularly like the ghosts. my favorite is the grey lady. she is very beautiful and i want to marry her when I'm old enough.

what Grandma, why are you laughing?"

I'm sorry my treasure, it's just that you cannot marry ghosts, as they are dead.

"oh i didn't know that."

goodbye child, go play.

so that is Phi, a rambunctious nine year old.

when Harry approached me and asked if I'd be willing to write in this family diary i was shocked. i had not expected to be included in his family, but he insisted saying that as Draco's mother, i was his mother in law.

after Draco married Astoria, and the family line was continued, I served Lucius with Divorce papers. Id had enough of his running roughshod over both Draco and my lives.

after moving to southern France I retook my old name, that of Black. i had a sizeable fortune from my inheritance and from my ex husband as a bride price. I took two thirds of the Malfoy fortune, which saw me raise Fair isle Estate.

in the running of my house, i freed the house elves, kept on the ones who wished to work for me and now pay them ten gallons per day, with every Sunday off. at first they refused but I as the lady of the house demanded it. i also put a stop to the punishments, which my ex husband had introduced.

as part of moving on and forgetting the horrors of the war, i have made some muggle friends. they all come around for tea, and we sit and chat. they were first astounded at how old i was. im 56, but my friends say i look thirty.

ahh the benefits of magic.

once when i was out in muggle Paris, i saw a lady wearing the oddest thing. it wasn't a dress or a skirt it was jeans! i resolved to ask Harry and Draco where i could purchase these jeans and when i asked, they burst into laughter!

i couldn't understand why my wanting to buy a pair of jeans was funny, and Harry explained to me that jeans are actually really fashionable. we made a date to go shopping, just the three of us.

so we went shopping, bought a dozen pairs of jeans between the three of us and then had a coffee. i must say I can see why Draco fell for Harry. he is charming, kind and sweet. oh dear he's blushing. he says he's a legilimens.

we were walking back to the apparition point when i was bumped into by a muggle man. after apologizing he took me to lunch, after Harry and Draco told me to be myself, what ever that means.

lunch progressed into dinner and then he asked me for my phone number. i told him i didn't have one, so he wrote down his number on a napkin and said to call him, as hed like to do this again.

i smiled and informed him i would. i walked into a nearby park and apparated home. harry and Draco were wrangling the children when i got home, and after the children were put down for the night, we sat in the kitchen sharing tea and biscuits.

Draco gave me the inquisition while Harry gave me a hug. i told them that i needed a phone to call Simon and my son in law whipped out a small thing. flipping it open he gave it to me and showed me how do use it.

i rang Simon and put it on this speaker thing, his voice rang out 'hello?' i called out: hello Simon it's me Narcissa. im calling from my son in laws phone. 'oh, well i was going to ask if you wanted to get lunch tomorrow? say the same place as today?' the hope was evident in his voice.

:yes that would be excellent. 'great see you at 1pm?' i gave the accent. and ended the call. i sat back in realization. i was going on a muggle date and had nothing remotely muggle to wear.

my sons took me up to my closet and helped me pick out something. in the end we settled on a pair of navy stretch jeans, a lilac tee shirt and a violet sweatshirt. completing the outfit was a pair of black dragon leather boots and a simple string of amber beads. I magicked my hair to hang down my back in soft waves.

all the while, my sons impressed upon me the importance of not displaying magic until i told Simon that i was a witch.

the date turned into many more dates, each time i was getting butterflies in my belly more frequently. finally Simon proposed to me and I said yes, kissing him on the lips with passion.

we told Draco, who gave Simon a stern warning that he'd better treat me right or Simon would have nine magical people after him. Simon paled slightly then told Draco that he was devoted to me completely.

we married in the grounds of Fair Isle and then we went to Rome on our honeymoon. Simon is an excellent lover, as i had only had sex once, while married to Lucius. it was the time i conceived Draco.

i am now Narcissa Pangborn.

Simon and his magical twin children moved into the house with me, and I started teaching the twins simple magic.

my life is full of happiness and joy, thanks to Simon, and his twins Kiara and Marcus.