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Breaking Traditions-Part 23:

As expected the next day the Malfoy's adoption plans had made the front page of the Daily Prophet and that was the last time anyone saw Narcissa for the foreseeable future. It was obvious that, despite Lucius' reassurances that everything would be ok, Narcissa was panicking that the adoption was about to fall through all because of her mother.

"I suspect she's trapped in the library," Lucius said, "she can make the Manor keep anyone out of any room. One thing I hate from the 1500s Malfoys who lived here," he sighed as he looked at him mother, "we have no way of breaking it and I do not want to leave her here alone. I don't think she'd do anything but I can't be sure. This has hit her hard."

"I think a part of her had hoped that Druella's time away would make her see sense but it just helped her plan her attempts to ruin Cissa's life," Priscilla said, "I wish we'd had more security then this may not have happened… I get that Andromeda did what she did but Cissa isn't running off and marrying someone who is like that Muggleborn."

"No. All she wants is a little girl and that is nowhere near as bad as what she did at all," Lucius sighed, "and yet she's being punished in just the same way and that isn't on," he said before a regal looking owl flew in through the open French doors and landed on the table in front of him and he sighed again before retrieving the latter, "just what I didn't want. It appears I'm required at the Ministry of Magic but I don't want to leave Cissa in this state."

"Go. I'll stay and see if the library will yield to me," Priscilla said as she rested a hand on Lucius' shoulder, "I have powers that you don't," she said before Lucius placed a kiss on her cheek and headed off to the fireplace and soon disappeared in a sea of emerald flames.

Priscilla looked around before she saw an elf and called it to her.

"Where is Mistress Narcissa?" she asked before realising it was her old personal elf, now her daughter-in-law's.

"In the library. She been eating but she is not good. Talking to herself and walking around with no shoes on," the elf squeaked.

"Daisy I order you not to punish yourself," Priscilla said as she rose before hurrying along to the library and finding that she couldn't get inside as she'd expected. She listened and could hear music coming from inside but she knew exactly what had happened and she began to pace in front of the door to the library.

"Now come on. I am still a Lady Malfoy and right now the current Lady Malfoy is possibly needing help and comfort and you preventing me from getting to Narcissa really will not help anyone," she said aloud before checking the door again, still the door wouldn't open. She resumed her pacing and trying to manipulate the Manor into allowing her inside the library.

Finally after an hour of endless pacing and talking a lock clicked and Priscilla wasted not time and walked inside before closing the door and felt it sealing them inside. She wasn't worried though as she knew she could get out.

She looked around and tried to spot Narcissa and then caught sight of her. The usually perfect locks looked untamed and wild, her clothes anything but perfect and her shoes discarded. Priscilla heard the mumbles and mutterings before freezing as Narcissa looked at her.

"The Manor let you in?" she glared.

"Yes because I convinced it to," Priscilla said before Narcissa ran at her but, of course, the older witch knew the signs and wrapped her arms tightly around her before forcing Narcissa over to the window and she sat down with her and held her. The Black madness was threatening to engulf Narcissa once more and she was damned if she was going to let that happen.

Priscilla held Narcissa close even though the latter was trying to break free. Eventually, though, the tears began to fall and Priscilla loosened her grip on her daughter-in-law and pulled her close.

"I'm scared… scared that this will fall through," Narcissa whispered and rested her head on Priscilla's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry that your mother did that to you. That's what we were trying to stop happening but it appeared that she somehow managed to sneak in," Priscilla sighed, "she must have used a glamour spell or something like that."

"That's just my mother all over really and she has revealed just that Lucius and I are wanting to adopt a child… no Baby Rosalie," Narcissa said as she corrected herself. Her future daughter had a name and she was going to use it.

"Some of the families support you and Lucius," Priscilla said softly as she looked at her, "Lucius managed to get through to some of them. Others will need convincing but some of the families are going to support you and Lucius through this and may even be thinking about if it does work. If it does then they will probably see about it as well."

"Why does she hate this so much?" Narcissa whispered.

"I think it's partly jealousy of the fact that you may finally get what you want and she never did or maybe she just doesn't like the fact that another daughter is standing up to her in a way. She's still furious over what happened with… So maybe she sees this as you heading down the same route and thinks that she can crush it."

"But I'm not like that," Narcissa said as she looked up at her, "I'm in love and married to Lucius. Why would I throw that away? I'm not throwing anything away, just finally trying to get what I've always dreamed of and clearly have to win the support of some families who believe the same as my mother."

"You shouldn't focus on it that way. You should focus on winning them around and talking to the families who support you already. They are what matter, not your mother. I never have liked her," Priscilla admitted, "but focus on winning those skeptics around and then proving them wrong as well. They're stubborn but once they see it work then they will change their mind."

"I hope you're right. I really hope you're right," Narcissa whispered.