THE MALFOY FAMILY IS NOT KNOWN IN THE WIZARDING WORLD only for being part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, nor only for their characteristic platinum hair, but for only producing a male heir to continue their sacred purist lineage. An act–or tradition–that has been part of its history since the arrival of Armand Malfoy to Great Britain.
That is why when the womb of the newly proclaimed Narcissa Malfoy née Black begins to be the center from which her magic comes, everyone knows that the heir of Lucius Malfoy II is already on the way.
"He will be a big, strong boy, of course," Abraxas Malfoy says on one of his visits to the newlyweds, with one hand resting on his daughter-in-law's swollen belly and the other holding a thin cigarette.
The hand that still remains on Narcissa's belly emits a light glow the color of the first rays of morning, making the future grandfather hum with a smile of approval, "as small as a peach, but its magic is revealed to be strong, much more stronger than his father's at this age, I'm happy to say."
Abraxas's eyes move in the direction of his son, who lies firmly standing on the other side of the room, solely observing the interaction between his father and his wife. Lucius can't help but feel a pang of pain at the constant reminder of his father's disappointment in his quiet magic, yet the pang is just a small sting that dies quickly as he watches his father's fingers glow against Narcissa's womb, where her little son is forming.
"The healers say his birth will be in winter, father," Lucius says, finally finding his voice, making his father nod.
"Ah, the best time for a little snake to be born."
With one last touch of his hand on Narcissa's belly and placing a chaste goodbye kiss on one of her hands, Abraxas disappears into the air, but not before giving his son one last look, one that his father had given him only once, when he had joined the ranks of Lord Voldemort.
You finally do something right.
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The days progress between secret meetings and mornings plagued with deaths reflected on the first page of The Daily Prophet. But Narcissa closes her eyes and her heart to the war that stalks the outside world.
"You are a pureblood, little sister," Bellatrix told her one day, the ghost of an unforgivable curse still surrounding her wand, "you have nothing to fear."
But the truth is that fear is inevitable for her, and her heart always seems to flutter out of her chest to go after Lucius every morning and every night in which the Dark Lord calls him.
Are you more loyal to him than to me? That's what she wanted to ask, when another day passes and the side of his bed is cold and empty.
At first, each day inside the empty mansion felt like a martyrdom, but then, little by little and with the soft purr of her son's magic inhabiting her skin, Narcissa has stopped feeling alone.
Her little son, the small part of Lucius that accompanies her everywhere, grows inside her in the same way that a star does– slowly but with the certainty that its light will not be withered.
And although Narcissa knows that outside those four walls that protect them, simple lives like those of Muggles and magical lives are coming to an end, their existence being erased with a simple flick of the wrist.
The truth is that all life seems insignificant compared to the one that grows inside her womb, so while the world is divided between Muggle fanatics and blood classists, the only thing that matters within her home is the return of Lucius every day into her arms, and the way her belly grows and expands between lullabies and protection charms.
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As the first snow of winter falls on the first week of December, Narcissa gives birth.
"She is a strong, healthy girl."
The healer holds the small offspring of blood as clean as magic itself in his arms, while the baby wriggles like a small caterpillar in search of the warmth of the sun and her crying invades each of the hallways of the immense mansion.
A girl.
The word repeats within Abraxas, his tongue clicking in displeasure at what was supposed to be good news. The little creature who stole the place from his true grandchild cries even more, making him wrinkle his nose in disgust as he imagines the endless scenarios of misfortune that a female in a lineage as pure as his could bring about.
And as Lucius advances towards the stretcher where a sweaty, trembling Narcissa lies, Abraxas takes a step back, turning on his heel to disappear into the shadows of the main hallway.
"A girl," Lucius repeats, the reality of fathering a daughter who was supposed to be a son rushing down his throat with the same heat of a shot of firewhiskey. The little new member of the family snuggles against her mother's chest, searching for the heartbeat that moved to the rhythm of hers from the moment of her creation.
"Isn't she beautiful, Lucius?" Narcissa says in a breath, her eyes full of love and her magic—soft as the summer breeze and sweet as the nectar of morning dew—swarms through her pores to envelop the entire room.
"A daughter," is all Lucius says, bringing one of his fingers closer to the baby's small, slightly reddened cheek from crying so much, Lucius traces her features, soft, newly created skin seems almost foreign to his calloused fingers and hex conjugators.
Lucius can feel it, there, in a small corner of his heart, the magic of the little girl who is both his and Narcissa's making a small crib to live in forever.
He pushes her hand away, and with one last look at his wife, he leaves the room.
But Narcissa doesn't flinch, her heart dancing inside her chest as her eyes fill with the image of the little being she has created.
"A boy will be the son of the Malfoy family," she says, one of her hands tracing her baby's almost nonexistent eyebrows. Like a newly born star, the little girl yawns, her eyes still closed to the world she was not supposed to exist in, making Narcissa smile, "but you, Vela, shall be mine."
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR, ─ hi and please be welcome to this little au! firstly, english isn't my first language so please forgive me for any errors u see .
this fanfic begins during the very first book and will continue from there until the last harry potter book; of course, i'm not gonna rewrite the whole story or every single chapter, i'm just gonna take the main ideas and of course add my very own storyline; it's worth clarifying that the characters immersed in the world of harry potter belong completely to j.k rowling , and that i just want to take the liberty of giving each of them a kiss on the forehead for giving shape to this story while vela malfoy and her story belongs completely to me.
every book is gonna be like five-ten chapters long, it depends in how mione and vela story forms itself ✨.
also, i took the liberty to change some of the personality traits of severus snape because i personally wouldn't let a professor treat so badly their students, i always felt uncomfortable with that part in the movies and in the books.
aaaand i'm really not sure how often i will be able to upload the chapters, but promise you that every one of them will have my heart on it and without further ado, i hope that this little piece of me is a reading that you can enjoy as much as i do writing it and sharing it with all of you3, thank you so much in advance for every comment, like/kudo, saved and believe me when i say that they are more than welcome and grateful, have a nice day and i hope we read each other very soon!❣️
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