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Song: Come What May- Moulin Rouge
~Of Silver and Gold~
Chapter 22: Memories and Back to Square One
Narcissa was not the oblivious and humble wife that people thought of her to be. Many forgot that in school she hard earned her merits. And from the moment her parents told her she would marry Lucius Malfoy, she learned everything she needed to know about him. And love blossomed early, for she was lucky, and in turn, she found herself knowing her husband like the back of her hand.
She had to admit that she had suffered with Lucius, as they were teenagers he had actually joined the Death Eaters. While she thought that Half-bloods and Mudbloods were disgusting, she could never actually get that mark on her body. Her sister basically fell in love with the Dark Lord and followed him all the way to his demise. Lucius on the other hand had gone to Dumbledore to save him and her from their demise as well. She was a new mother at the time and Dumbledore accepted the fact that they were on his side.
Now things had changed slightly. She knew her husband, like her sister, were always attracted by the darkness. Both families always were attracted to evil, but she wasn't. She had other things to think about, mainly her children who were currently resting in their tents.
Now as she saw Lucius looking intently into the mirror she knew that this was going to start again, the dark was winning him over.
"Lucius are you sure you-" she began.
"Cissa please, I have a job to do for the Dark Lord" he said.
"What about our deal with Dumbledore?" she asked softly.
" It's still on, what he doesn't know won't harm us" he replied after a moment of silence.
She took in a sharp breath and clenched her hands tightly against her. She didn't dare raise her voice to him, but the thought of them reverting back to how they were was too much for her. Pursing her lips tightly she let out an angry huff before beginning to tread lightly.
"We aren't children anymore Lucius, we have our children to think about" she whispered.
"We have one child to look after, one and a-"
"Don't even finish that sentence, Angel is ours" her voice rose.
There were instances where she question of he truly loved their daughter as much as she did. Angeline was her daughter the moment she was placed in her care and she opened her beautiful eyes. Much like with Draco, she knew her sole purpose in the world was to keep them safe.
Lucius shook his head.
"Keep thinking that Narcissa, she'll be taken away from us eventually." He replied.
She refused to look at him for fear she would raise her voice all the more. She would not argue with him, she knew it was a distraction from the real issue.
" I hope you remember where your heart truly lies. This time around I won't join the dark, I have my children to think about" she whispered.
"You were always a dreamer Narcissa." He said and walked out holding the mask in his hand.
As he left, she covered her face and let her tears fall. She was too old for this she thought, she cried softly thinking of the eminent war, the war of Light v. Darkness. She loved her children and she would be against Lucius to protect them.
12 Grimmauld Place
Sirius felt impatient as he was all alone in the house. It had too many memories. He had walked through the house and felt a pang. He had forced himself to try and clean things up; he covered his mother's portrait, he opened the doors of the house, the windows allowing air to come in. Anything to remove the lingering stench of death that was felt there. There was one door that he had refused to open: the soft pink painted door that had so many unfulfilled promises.
His heart was feeling masochist this night and he had somehow found himself gripping the doorknob. Turning the knob, he took a deep breath; this very room had so many memories, this room would be their daughter's room.
The walls were a pale lavendar with white clouds and a pink door. They wanted a bright sky for their daughter and it was so bright, so….so perfect for their would be daughter. That rocking chair near the window was especially sentimental to him; there she used to sit and sing.
Flashback…
He was exhausted. She had so many cravings that ended up making him run to the market every hour to two hours. He yearned for a nap, but he knew that his child would be worth it, just to hold her in his arms.
As he walked upstairs, he was surprised to see Amorette staring at herself in the mirror. What had made him smile all the more was that she was standing in profile view and touching her small baby bump. Before he could announce himself, he heard her begin to hum and he leaned against the door frame hearing her.
"Never knew that I could, feel like this…." She began to sing.
She stared at the one wall that had the sky painted already.
"It's like I've never seen the sky before" she continued.
He was then surprised when she looked towards the door frame and smiled softly at him. Her cheeks were rosy from the glow of motherhood and her blond ringlets fell perfectly to frame her face.
"Want to vanish inside your kiss" she sang at him.
He walked over and kissed her lips softly, glad for the invitation. His hand immediately landed on their baby bump and began to rub it.
"Everyday I'm loving you more and more" she whispered cheeks flushed.
It wasn't clear for who it was, but it was meant for both he and their future daughter. He then decided that this is where he would want to be.
"Listen to my heart can you hear it sings, telling me to give you everything" her voice got higher and was so melodic to him.
"Seasons may change….winter to spring….but I will love you till the end of time" she finished.
He kissed her forehead lovingly and she smiled.
"Come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day" she added just for him.
"Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place, suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace, suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste. It all revolves around you" he sang slightly off key.
She let out a laugh and he chuckled alongside her, her laugh was just magical and infectious.
He then remembered him sitting on that very rocking chair and placing her on his lap as they stared at the unfinished room, simply sitting in the rocking chair, rocking back and forth rubbing her stomach and feeling an occasional kick here and there.
End Flashback…
Now as he saw the unfinished room, he knew that the dreams were all but that, dreams. He had lost her beautiful wife and his child, he had nothing. He sighed and saw the true beauty of the house…it was nonexistent.
"I despise this place" he muttered.
He kicked things around and walked down stairs, he couldn't be in the third floor anymore. It was too painful.
A loud squawk was heard, and a simple letter was dropped into the house. He looked at it curiously seeing it was from the Ministry, but his curiosity was killing him. He decided that if it was something dangerous, he could fly off with Buckbeak towards another location.
So he opened the letter and began to read. The more he read the more he couldn't believe. It would be better….he would save Harry. Unbeknownst to him, a certain person's sacrifice made his life a little better.
Quidditch Tournament…
A sharp scream was heard through the campsite and Angel was woken up immediately. Tugging the bedsheets closer to her body she tried to get some kind of sign that nothing was wrong. She expected her mother to arrive and promise her this: but no one came. She knew she needed to get out; if anything she was taught the precautions girls like her needed to take in society. Looking down at her state of dressed, she wrapped a coat over her silk nightdress and slipped on her slippers immediately. Gripping her wand tightly before anything she took a deep breath and knew she needed to run.
She ran outside to see people running in different directions. She froze seeing people dead and some bleeding profusely. She ran to the opposing tent to see Draco running her direction as well. Immediately their hands grabbed one another, they ran outside.
"Draco, Angeline!" they heard someone screaming.
They turned to see Narcissa looking at them worriedly. She rushed over and gave them a quick look over as if to see if they wouldn't be harmed. They hadn't seen her show her emotions so openly before, and her eyes red made her lose some of her regality.
"Where's father?" Draco asked.
"I'll look for him" she responded instead gripping their shoulders tightly. "Remember what I taught you, run to the woods and Draco" she looked intently at her son. "Protect your sister no matter what. Remember, attack first, don't let them bend you."
She kissed both of their foreheads then rushed off trying to find Lucius. She wouldn't have left her children alone, but she had to confront Lucius about the danger he had placed on his children along with the Death Eaters. Angel looked back at her mother, despite Draco's pulls. She was scared but they had no choice but to go around the campsite in the dark trying to avoid the chaos. Bright lights were being thrown to the sky and all were probably some of the darkest spells. Angel practically clung to Draco afraid. Suddenly a large mob of people screaming were coming their way and pushed their way through the pair, her hand could no longer hold on to his hand and they were separated.
"Draco!" She cried out.
But it was no use. They were separated and she was utterly alone. Gripping her wand tighter she took a deep breath and remembered what her mother told her. Aggressive spells were foolish, start with defensive and do sneaky spells as needed. Only in danger would an aggressive spell do.
Ducking she moved through the woods, scared of any dark wizard finding her. Her hands shook as she stepped on loud foliage, or heard noises coming near her. She was frightened, but then laughter came her direction. Something was emitting odd flashes of light and noises like gunfire.
Loud jeering, roars of laughter, and drunken yells were drifting toward her location; then came a burst of strong green light, which illuminated the scene. A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wands pointing straight upward, was marching slowly across the field.
She hid behind a large oak tree, gripping the bark tightly. She knew she needed to run, but her curiosity got the best of her and she stayed. The fear at the pit of her stomach was rising and it got worse as she saw people in hooded clothing with no faces. They had masks that made them seem unlike a human being. She saw that they had their wands out and laughing. She looked up and saw high above them, floating along in midair; four struggling figures were being contorted into grotesque shapes.
She was disgusted as to how they were treating the human beings. They were muggles she believed, considering how frightened they look, not just because of the pain and horror, but they looked so new to magic. Fire destroyed and tent and she could no longer watch, she needed to find Draco. She was oblivious to the fact that one of the masked men was staring at her, almost ashamed about the look she had in her eyes, a look of disgust and fear.
"Lucius hurry up" one whispered.
He glared at them for even saying his name.
"Shut up Crabbe" he replied.
They followed the order and ran out causing more destruction.
Running she found herself trying not to cry. She wanted her parents, her brother, people that had protected her as long as she could remember. Magic was not supposed to be this ugly, she had only experienced the beauty. Shivering as a gust of wind hit her face, she leaned against the tree and blinked back tears.
"This isn't the time" she hissed to herself.
She knew that from her training, her mother told her that there was nothing more dangerous than being woman alone amongst danger. In every scenario girls would be the targets. 'You are weak to them my love, but that's why you will be the most prepared.' Her mother had made sure she would do just that.
As she rushed through, she saw a man rushing her way, looking aggressive. He didn't want a wand to be pointed at her, he wanted to grip her. Screaming she yelled the most important spell she knew:
"Flipendo!"
Immediately the man was pushed back and landing against the tree. She shook for only a moment before she began to really run deeper into the woods. Angel was looking for Draco frantically, but thought that if they had a chance of reuniting, then Draco would be by the woods.
The chaos was unwavering and she avoided burning tents, screaming people and those cackling men. She walked into the woods and noticed other people doing the same. She heard children crying, old women calling over one another trying to find their children and other family members who they had lost.
She was suddenly pushed and yelped in surprise as people were being so hysterical.
"Merlin be careful" the person said.
She figured out that it was a boy and she pushed herself back from his side.
"Sorry" she whispered.
" 'tis fine" he whispered.
She began to walk ahead, that is until she heard a yelp and she walked faster into the woods not wanting to be caught by anyone. That plan obviously failed when she felt a cold hand wrap itself around her wrist and she was pulled towards the figure.
"It's alright" she heard the person whisper.
Her body immediately went from frantic to relaxed and she wrapped her hands around his wrist glad she had found him, despite the darkness that surrounded them.
"Dra-"she began.
"Shh…just watch" he whispered.
She nodded, despite the fact that he couldn't see her in the dark, but nonetheless he seemed to know she agreed, and watched the scene.
"What happened?" said Hermione anxiously, stopping so abruptly that Harry walked into her.
"Ron, where are you? Oh this is stupid - lumos!"
Angel then learned that the person she had bumped into was one of the dorky trio.
"Tripped over a tree root," he said angrily, getting to his feet again.
"Well, with feet that size, hard not to," Draco commented
Angel looked surprised as she saw her brother looking absolutely relaxed. She had to admit that Draco was a master of hiding emotion, a quality she wasn't very good at yet. Maybe it came with age, she thought before she felt eyes before them and she got out of her stupor to face the glares.
"Shove it you inbred blue blood " Ron hissed.
Angel raised her brow and glared hearing the taboo term of the pure bloods "inbred" it was disgusting and not to mention untrue. The lineage was taken care of already, because the purer the blood, the stronger the genetics so children kept the major qualities of the family.
She began to walk towards him, planning to do what Granger had done to Draco the previous year. She was tugged by her arm back towards Draco and only glared at the redheaded boy.
"Nice language Weasley" Draco said.
Angel noticed that Draco's eyes gleamed in amusement from his comment. She knew that Draco enjoyed taunting them but she didn't see the joy in it, it angered her is what they did. She stayed quiet and avoided the curious gaze of Harry who was looking between the pair.
"Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her spotted, would you?"
Draco's gaze was directly to Hermione and nodded her direction. Hermione looked confused and Angel wondered just how he knew that Granger would be spotted. Suddenly a bomb was heard from the campsite earning a jumped from all members all except Draco.
Harry was surprised that Angel showed absolute fear and holding Malfoy's hand tightly her skin pale and eyes showing absolute fear. The light green surrounded them between the trees and it was interesting how Draco wasn't surprised.
"What's that supposed to mean?" said Hermione defiantly.
"Granger, they're after Muggles, "said Malfoy. "Do you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around. . . they're moving this way, and it would give us alll a laugh."
Angel frowned slightly and couldn't help but wonder why he would be so calm about this, when she on the other hand was so frightened.
"Calm down" Draco whispered towards her.
Angel nodded showing nothing but absolute trust at him.
"Hermione's a witch," Harry snarled.
"Have it your own way, Potter," said Malfoy, grinning maliciously. "If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are."
Ron's face turned absolutely red and lunged forward only to be stopped by a hurt Hermione.
"Never mind Ron" Hermione said holding him back.
"Scare easily, don't they?" he said lazily. "I suppose your daddy told you all to hide? What's he up to - trying to rescue the Muggles?"
"Where're your parents?" said Harry, his temper rising. "Out there wearing masks, are they?"
As Harry's cheeks reddened, he realized that he wasn't just arguing with Malfoy, but with Angel, who's cheeks were red from his comment. She looked absolutely insulted and hurt while Malfoy turned his face to Harry, still smiling.
"Well. . . if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?"
"Oh come on," said Hermione, with a disgusted look at Malfoy, "let's go and find the others."
"Keep that big bushy head down, Granger," sneered Malfoy.
"Come on," Hermione repeated, and she pulled Harry and Ron up the path again.
"I'll bet you anything his dad is one of that masked lot!" said Ron hotly.
Angel's saw nothing but red and walked towards him, pushing him down. Hermione began to step in her way, but while being younger, Angel was feistier.
"Don't you dare even think of accusing my father of-"
"Poppet, don't waste your time on the lower class. Come on." Draco said interrupting her.
He grabbed her hand and was tugged along. Her glare then shifted to Harry and it was more intense.
"Watch your tongue"
All the idea of truces were gone, the small moment that happened at the box press, the moment where she looked very pretty in red, the moment that she talked to him and stared at him, were over. The moment that Harry accused her parents of being the masked men she was done. Harry could see that in her eyes that showed nothing but hate.
She walked away with Draco who as they went deeper into the woods, saw him wrap his arm around her shoulder to tug her close, probably comforting her or what not.
He knew that from the moment she looked away he had buggered everything up. He was back to square one and worst of all, this year….he felt that maybe that was a big deal for him. Maybe this year…he'd be ready for that Slytherin.
End of Chapter 22
Author's Note: I've noticed that some of you get confused in certain chapters and some don't. So I'd like to explain the ending. Basically Angel is oblivious to the conniving schemes that go around her, because it's out of respect for her birth mother, while Draco isn't as blind as she is. He is a better Slytherin than she could ever be because he's a complete Slytherin to the core.
As for Harry, he knows that he royally messed up for calling Lucius and Narcissa death eaters. For Angel, this was the worst thing that someone can do, and for Draco…he doesn't care. Harry knows he's in the dog house and well he's back to the hostility with first year. Sadly this was the time when he felt that it was time to step up and make a move towards him. Oh doesn't matter
-.- He'll see Cho soon.
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