The New Malfoy Heir

Task for Beater 1 (me): Write about your chosen setting from several Rounds back (I chose Malfoy Manor) and make sure your story starts and ends with the same word (I chose the word 'it')

Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition, Round 11 for Puddlemere United.

Word Count without A/N's: 1,215

Prompts:

(word) dominoes

(word) coffee

(word) frost

This is also written for the Quidditch Pitch and the Drabble Club on Hogwarts Houses Challenges.

Quidditch Pitch: (sentence) It hadn't even begun.

Drabble Club: (word) hope

This is also written for the Quidditch Pitch on Harry Potter's World.

Quidditch Pitch Prompts: (weather) High Winds, Muggy (Quidditch terms) Chaser

It seemed like the entire Black family had congregated at the Malfoy Manor on the fifth of June to wait for Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy to return from the hospital with their newborn child.

"Is the Dark Lord coming to see the baby?" demanded Bellatrix from the kitchen.

"Oh he is, dear, he is," replied Walburga Black with delight.

Bellatrix giggled excitedly as the preparations continued.

"Merlin, I hope it's a boy," sighed Druella Black from the couch. "It's always a tradition that the firstborn inherits everything, and if it's a girl then it'll all go to the Pureblood family that she marries into."

"You shouldn't worry, dear," said Cygnus Black, her husband, "Cissa told me that many tests have declared the baby male."

"You can't trust these things," murmured Druella, "They said Bella was to be a boy as well, remember? There are multiple Black families. There's only one Malfoy family. And even the Blacks are dying out. This baby will be the heir to the Malfoys and the Blacks, it needs to be a boy. All we can do is hope." (1).

"Does anyone know the planned names?" asked Orion stiffly, looking up from his magazine.

"They've decided on Draco Lucius, I think." said Druella, frowning.

"And the girl name?" pressed Orion.

"Lucius refuses to think of that as a possibility," spoke up Bellatrix, "And who can blame him? The Malfoy fortune is quite literally at stake here. It could fall down like a pack of dominoes! DOBBY!" she called shrilly, "DOBBY! That useless elf!" (2).

"Mistress called?" asked Dobby, popping up.

"Get the refreshments ready, Cissa and Lucius should be arriving soon with their baby! And more importantly, the Dark Lord is coming over to observe the Heir!" she ordered. "I don't want to see your face until they're ready!" The elf whimpered as Bellatrix kicked him with her high-heel and disappeared out of the room with a pop.

"Now Bella, I know he's beneath us, but I doubt Cissa and Lucius would like it if you killed their servant," chided Druella.

The door started to open.

"That might be Cissa!" exclaimed Druella.

"Or the Dark Lord!" added Bellatrix.

"Or it might just be Orion who came back from a minute's fresh air," said Orion dryly, cozying himself back onto the couch, "Kind of muggy outside. There's a high wind blowing as well." (3). (4).

"Don't do that to us, Orion," hissed Walburga, "You nearly gave me a heart attack…"

"Sorry, love," said Orion carelessly, immersing himself into the Daily Prophet once more, "Has anyone heard about what happened to one of the Ireland Chasers?" (5).

"He doesn't care about anything!" hissed Walburga to herself, bustling about the house, getting ready for the two arrivals.

A loud pop alerted everyone's attention. "Mistress, Dobby has prepared the refreshments!"

"Let me see, then," demanded Bellatrix, following Dobby into the kitchen.

The door started to open again. Walburga stared around the room. "Everyone's here?" she pressed. "No one's getting fresh air? Good. Then it must be either Cissa or the Dark Lord!"

Druella rose. "I want to see my grandchild."

It did turn out to be Lucius and Narcissa. Narcissa held a baby bundle in her arms.

Lucius started, "Meet our son—"

There were sighs of relief all around the room.

"Yes, we mustn't worry anymore," agreed Lucius.

"Our son, Draco Lucius Malfoy," beamed Narcissa.

"They're here?" exclaimed Bellatrix, opening the kitchen door and carelessly slamming it right in poor Dobby's face.

"That elf needs to hurry," huffed Walburga. "We don't know when the Dark Lord is coming."

"May I hold him?" Druella asked her daughter.

"Of course," said Narcissa, handing the bundle to her mother.

"He looks so peaceful, just sleeping there," observed Druella.

"Unlike everyone else present here, I'm actually not looking forward to the Dark Lord's arrival," said Narcissa, taking a breath, "He'll want a hold, and he won't be gentle. You can't exactly say no to the Dark Lord."

"Oh, dear, you know it'll only be for a second, then then it'll be over and you can calm him down," soothed Druella. "Thank you," she added as Dobby handed them some coffee. (6).

"I know, Mother, but that doesn't mean I have to like it," sighed Narcissa.

Three knocks came on the door, all in rapid succession.

"Oh!" exclaimed Bellatrix, "It's him! It must be!"

She opened the door immediately. "My Lord," she murmured, bowing. Everyone in the house sunk into a low bow, with the exception of Narcissa who was holding baby Draco—who simply lowered her head.

As the Dark Lord stepped inside Malfoy Manor, baby Draco began to stir and let out a loud cry. Narcissa attempted to quickly soothe him, knowing full well that the Dark Lord's presence was in no way calming for him.

"So, I take it you have received the boy that you wanted, Lucius?" asked the Dark Lord. Draco's cries only began to get louder.

"I'm stepping out of the room," said Narcissa firmly, as if daring anyone to argue with her. Once they were in the quiet kitchen atmosphere, Narcissa was able to calm him quite easily.

So, it was the presence of the Dark Lord that upset him so.

Narcissa sighed as she absentmindedly ran her hands through her baby's soft blond hair.

"Lucius, bring your wife in here. I want to see your son close-up," ordered the Dark Lord.

Narcissa stiffened once more, holding her baby tight to her and making soothing noises. She did not carry a baby for nine months and endured those agonizing hours of contractions while in labor only for her baby to be touched by…him.

"Cissa," called Lucius. "The Dark Lord wants to see you."

Narcissa took a deep breath, made sure Draco was sleeping, and rose up to enter the living room. "Ah, Narcissa…and here is the new Malfoy," said the Dark Lord as he saw her walk in. He stepped towards her, peering inside her baby bundle.

Narcissa resisted the urge to separate the distance from herself and Draco with the Dark Lord.

"Lucius, what is he called?" asked the Dark Lord.

"We named him Draco after the constellation," said Lucius.

"Good choice," said the Dark Lord, "Maybe you aren't completely pathetic. We'll shape him into a perfect Death Eater yet. May I hold him?"

Narcissa wanted to throw up at the mere thought of her boy being made a 'perfect Death Eater.'

When she hesitated, Bellatrix urged her, "Go on, Cissa! It's an honor for Pureblood newborns to be held by the Dark Lord!"

She looked at her husband, who merely nodded. Narcissa handed her baby over to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord held him, placing a finger on his forehead. Narcissa shuddered as he did so—his finger had a touch of frost that she wanted nowhere near any baby. (7).

"Welcome to our fold…Draco Malfoy."

Just as the Dark Lord said that, Draco let out another loud cry.

"Give me my baby," said Narcissa firmly. The Dark Lord handed Draco over to her again, and she began the process of soothing him.

Unlike many others sitting in this room, Narcissa just wanted the Dark Lord's power to end.

It hadn't even begun. (8).

The unfortunate thing was that there was nothing that she could do about it.

A/N: Aye everyone, Ana still writes stuff! Probably not the stuff that my Meaning of Life readers want, but she still writes! I'm out of inspiration for that one lol but I'm trying :3 If it helps, I do have 800 words of it. I'm so proud, I didn't use an extension! XD I have seriously noticed a decline in my writing, it's not even funny T_T. Seriously though, apologies to my judge :3

I have another cold. I should trade in my sucky immune system lol. But I'm so glad it's Labor Day Weekend! I needed this in my life XD

Footnotes: eight, one for each prompt used.

Thank you to Lin (Marvelgeek42) and Alina (CupCakeyy) for looking over and editing my story! :3

Please R&R! :)

-Ana