Fic: Going Home: Part Seven
Title: Going Home: Part Seven
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alisanne
Word count: 710
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy.
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slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas, Day 7 (traditional): Christmas lights.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Authors Notes: Part 7 of Going Home (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Going Home: Part Seven
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Draco’s eyes locked with Narcissa’s in what looked like an intense, wordless conversation.
Harry, not sure what to do, looked out the window at the garden. Dusk was falling, and as he watched, he saw Christmas fairy lights, strung over hedges and wound around tree trunks, begin to glow. It looked ethereally beautiful, and Harry began to relax.
“Is this the only reason you invited me here?” Draco suddenly spat, tone bitter. “Because you need my magic?”
Narcissa sat up in her chair, her posture regal. “I asked you here because you’re my son and you need to know what’s going on with your father.”
“And if I say no to this donation?” Draco asked, tone cool. “Then what? Am I disavowed again? An outcast?”
Narcissa inhaled sharply. “If you are suggesting, Draco Lucius Malfoy, that the only reason I wanted to see my only son is so that I could somehow browbeat him into helping to save his own father’s life, then—”
Harry cleared his throat and reached for Draco’s hand in an attempt to deescalate the rising tension. “Excuse me, but is it even possible to donate magic between people like that?”
“I…Lucius’ Healer believes so.” Narcissa exhaled and transferred her attention to him, her shoulders relaxing. “And although it’s only a theory, we are willing to try it since all else has failed.” She smiled faintly at him as if she knew what he was trying to do, then regarded Draco once again. “And if you say no, Draco, it’s fine. I shall be disappointed of course, but you’ll still be my son. You’ll always be my son, no matter what you do or who you love.
“I’m tired of having my family separated. I’m not like Aunt Walburga, willing to sacrifice my family for some obscure principle. So no, Draco. That wasn’t the only reason I asked you here today.”
“Thank you, Mother,” said Draco, his tone conciliatory. “By the way, you haven’t said what exactly is wrong with Father.”
“That’s because we have no idea.” Narcissa sighed. “You need to see him to understand.” She rose, then hesitated, looking at Harry. “You’re welcome to join us, Mr Potter. After all, it seems you’re part of the family, now.” And turning away, she started towards the door.
Eyebrow raised, Harry looked at Draco, whose eyes were wide. “Mother, did you just—?”
Narcissa, already at the door, turned to face them. “What, dear?”
Draco stood up, Harry beside him. “Did you…did you just welcome Harry to the family?”
A small smile touched Narcissa’s lips. “I suppose I did.” She looked at Harry, mute apology in her eyes. “I admit, Mr Potter, you were not my first choice of partner for my son, but anyone with eyes can see how much you adore him and he you, so…I suppose I shall have to accept you, shan’t I?”
“Not as gracious as I’d hoped,” said Draco wryly, “but I’ll take it.”
A flush spread over Narcissa’s face. “You’re right. Where are my manners?” Walking back towards Harry, she reached out and clasped his hand. “Mr Potter, please accept my heartfelt apologies for the way my husband and I acted towards you before. I realise you have no reason to trust me, but we are truly sorry, and would like to welcome you to the family.”
Harry, not sure what to say, just smiled. “Erm…thanks.”
Narcissa, still holding his hand, pulled him towards the door. “Now, shall we go and see Lucius?”
Harry blinked. “As you wish, Mrs Malfoy.”
Narcissa smiled, squeezing his hand before releasing it. “One day, Harry, I hope you’ll call me Mother.”
Harry, unable to think of any response to that, simply inclined his head.
As she turned away and started once again for the door, Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, who shrugged. “What in Godric’s name just happened?” he whispered.
Draco shook his head. “I think you just got adopted.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t start getting too attached to the family yet, though. Let’s go and see my father first,” he whispered, moving past Harry.
“Okay.” Harry snorted. “And don’t worry. The only thing I’m attached to around here is you.”
Draco smirked. “That’s probably wise.”
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Continued in Going Home: Part Eight (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneWord count: 710
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas, Day 7 (traditional): Christmas lights.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn.Authors Notes: Part 7 of Going Home (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Going Home: Part Seven
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Draco’s eyes locked with Narcissa’s in what looked like an intense, wordless conversation.
Harry, not sure what to do, looked out the window at the garden. Dusk was falling, and as he watched, he saw Christmas fairy lights, strung over hedges and wound around tree trunks, begin to glow. It looked ethereally beautiful, and Harry began to relax.
“Is this the only reason you invited me here?” Draco suddenly spat, tone bitter. “Because you need my magic?”
Narcissa sat up in her chair, her posture regal. “I asked you here because you’re my son and you need to know what’s going on with your father.”
“And if I say no to this donation?” Draco asked, tone cool. “Then what? Am I disavowed again? An outcast?”
Narcissa inhaled sharply. “If you are suggesting, Draco Lucius Malfoy, that the only reason I wanted to see my only son is so that I could somehow browbeat him into helping to save his own father’s life, then—”
Harry cleared his throat and reached for Draco’s hand in an attempt to deescalate the rising tension. “Excuse me, but is it even possible to donate magic between people like that?”
“I…Lucius’ Healer believes so.” Narcissa exhaled and transferred her attention to him, her shoulders relaxing. “And although it’s only a theory, we are willing to try it since all else has failed.” She smiled faintly at him as if she knew what he was trying to do, then regarded Draco once again. “And if you say no, Draco, it’s fine. I shall be disappointed of course, but you’ll still be my son. You’ll always be my son, no matter what you do or who you love.
“I’m tired of having my family separated. I’m not like Aunt Walburga, willing to sacrifice my family for some obscure principle. So no, Draco. That wasn’t the only reason I asked you here today.”
“Thank you, Mother,” said Draco, his tone conciliatory. “By the way, you haven’t said what exactly is wrong with Father.”
“That’s because we have no idea.” Narcissa sighed. “You need to see him to understand.” She rose, then hesitated, looking at Harry. “You’re welcome to join us, Mr Potter. After all, it seems you’re part of the family, now.” And turning away, she started towards the door.
Eyebrow raised, Harry looked at Draco, whose eyes were wide. “Mother, did you just—?”
Narcissa, already at the door, turned to face them. “What, dear?”
Draco stood up, Harry beside him. “Did you…did you just welcome Harry to the family?”
A small smile touched Narcissa’s lips. “I suppose I did.” She looked at Harry, mute apology in her eyes. “I admit, Mr Potter, you were not my first choice of partner for my son, but anyone with eyes can see how much you adore him and he you, so…I suppose I shall have to accept you, shan’t I?”
“Not as gracious as I’d hoped,” said Draco wryly, “but I’ll take it.”
A flush spread over Narcissa’s face. “You’re right. Where are my manners?” Walking back towards Harry, she reached out and clasped his hand. “Mr Potter, please accept my heartfelt apologies for the way my husband and I acted towards you before. I realise you have no reason to trust me, but we are truly sorry, and would like to welcome you to the family.”
Harry, not sure what to say, just smiled. “Erm…thanks.”
Narcissa, still holding his hand, pulled him towards the door. “Now, shall we go and see Lucius?”
Harry blinked. “As you wish, Mrs Malfoy.”
Narcissa smiled, squeezing his hand before releasing it. “One day, Harry, I hope you’ll call me Mother.”
Harry, unable to think of any response to that, simply inclined his head.
As she turned away and started once again for the door, Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, who shrugged. “What in Godric’s name just happened?” he whispered.
Draco shook his head. “I think you just got adopted.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t start getting too attached to the family yet, though. Let’s go and see my father first,” he whispered, moving past Harry.
“Okay.” Harry snorted. “And don’t worry. The only thing I’m attached to around here is you.”
Draco smirked. “That’s probably wise.”
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Continued in Going Home: Part Eight (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Heh, I'm fascinated to see where this goes, too. :)
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And Narcissa strikes me as being very sensible. *nods*
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