Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Draco Malfoy ❯ The Tragedy of Narcissa Malfoy ( Chapter 7 )

A/N : Okay so this is super long! I have never written a chapter that was this long… and I feel like it’s a pretty good chunk of story. On another note, I feel no love from most of you reading this :( Reviews are much appreciated and make me write more :) to all of you lovelies that have reviewed, I love you and give you lot of cookies! Also I am going to be writing a short one shot from this story, I am thinking it will be about Graduation who would read that?

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Finding Draco Malfoy
Chapter Seven
The tragedy of Narcissa Malfoy

Draco glared at the breakfast before him, he and Harry had made quick work of the clean up, they had thankfully finished before Molly had returned. Now the order was sitting around him arguing about what to do about his mothers’ letter, she wanted out that much was for sure. Some of the members wanted to use her as they had used Severus, to gain information. But Dumbledore wouldn’t hear of it, Draco was thankful for that. His mother wasn’t a death eater, she had only married one; she didn’t deserve to pay for crimes she didn’t commit. The room was deadly silent after the headmasters announcement, it was clear that everyone was waiting for the answer to the same question; if Narcissa wasn’t useful o the cause what were they to do about her?

“Narcissa Malfoy is an innocent in this; we will do our best to help her.” Dumbledore murmured, his eyes straying over the sea of faces.

“I’m with Albus; my sister has never been the type to kill. She is very soft hearted and loves her husband more than life. That is the only reason she has waited this long to leave him, of that much I am sure.” Andromeda Tonks piped up, standing she made her way to Dumbledore’s side.

“If Dromeda is in then so am I, she knows Narcissa better than anyone here.” Sirius commented, smiling at his cousin. A general murmur of agreement swept the room.

“I believe all of you are over looking one crucial person,” Molly’s disappointed voice rose over the din. “Draco, do you think your mother is telling the truth?” Molly asked placing a hand on to Draco’s broad shoulders.

“I…” Draco paused; did he think his mother was being truthful? It was hard to tell, she was always very good at spinning a tale… but he didn’t think she would lie to him. “I believe Mother is telling the truth, she may love Father very much but… I am certain she is more afraid of Voldemort.”

“Then it’s settled, we will find a way to extract Narcissa, Mr. Zambini do you think you could persuade your mother to invite her to a brunch in Diagon ally?” Dumbledore Turned to Blaise and raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe, I would have to pitch it the right way… but Mother does love to chat with Narcissa. I’ll write to her right away.” Blaise turned as soon as he was finished speaking and headed towards the drawing room to find some parchment and a quill.

“Good then, Harry I need you to orchestrate an outing for a few of your fellow graduates on the same day.” The grey haired man ordered, “Chaperoned of course.” He added as he saw Molly about to protest. “We would never send our newest members in to harms way without back up. Well I think that will be all for now, you all have your assignments, lets meet here around 11 tonight to discuss this plan in more detail.” Dumbledore dismissed the Order, turning to leave himself.

“Albus, a word.” Molly called out to him.

Turning the elderly man smiled at her, “Ah Molly, of course I always have time to speak with you.” He replied walking towards her. As soon as he was near enough she gently grasped his arm and led him in to the sitting room.

“I would not want to be Dumbledore right now.” Harry commented, plopping down in the seat next to Draco.

“That woman is bloody scary…” Draco replied, turning to look at Harry. “Thanks for the help this morning; I would have been dead if you hadn’t wandered in.” Draco gestured to the room around them. “I would have never cleaned this all up.”

“Uh… don’t worry about it, believe me Ron has done worse.” Harry poked Draco in the ribs and chuckled.

“Are you telling lies about me again mate? I’m so hurt, and here I thought we were best friends.” Ron exclaimed, hopping up to sit on the table between the two.

“You better hope your Mum doesn’t catch you sitting on the table again or you feelings aren’t going to be the only thing hurting.” Harry joked, hitting Ron between the eyes with a piece of bacon.
“That my dear friend could be taken as a declaration of war.” Ron commented, idly fingering a biscuit.

“I am leaving now, before either of you get me in trouble.” Draco stated standing and backing towards the door.

“Oh Draco you break my heart… after all we have been through you would abandon me?” Harry asked batting his eyes.

“We haven’t been through that much Potter, that woman will murder us if we destroy this kitchen. I’m out!” the last part was yelled as he disappeared down the hall.

“Well he has good instincts…” Ron commented, letting a spoon of grits fly at Harry.



Twenty minutes later

Draco relaxed with a cup of lemonade as he watched Harry and Ron clean the entire kitchen.

“You know you could help, I helped you this morning.” Harry groused, mopping the floor.

“Molly said since you intentionally destroyed her kitchen no one is allowed to help you.” Draco shot back, lifting his feet so Harry could get under them.

“It’s true mate, just leave it. Mum ‘ll kill us if we try and get him to help, might as well take our punishment.

“You’re up to something.” Harry accused staring at Ron affronted.

“Why would you say that?” Ron asked turning to clean under the table.

“You never give up on getting help with chores… what’s wrong with you?” Harry exclaimed looking at Ron as though he might explode at any second.

“Nothing’s wrong with me, I just think it’s time to grow up a bit.”

“This from a man who started a food fight, not half an hour ago.” Draco muttered.

“It’s pod people isn’t it, Ron has been taken and replaced!” Harry shouted hiding behind Draco.

Both men turned to look at their obviously crazed friend.

“What the bloody hell are pod people?” Ron asked

“No idea, should we go find someone to examine his head?” Draco answered moving towards the door slowly, keeping an eye on Harry.

“It’s a muggle thing…” Harry stated still staring at Ron.”It was a joke… kind of.”

“Muggles are bloody crazed.” Ron muttered turning back to cleaning.

“Agreed, I’m still going to find Molly… just in case.” Draco stated, running from the room.

“Well… that was interesting.” Hermione’s voice came from the other door, “Can you three not have a normal conversation?” She asked entering and carefully picking her way across the mess. “I’m sure you’ve just scared poor Draco out of his wits Harry.” She giggled and sat in a relatively clean chair.

“Maybe.” Harry replied, returning to mopping.



After escaping the clutched of the kitchen Draco headed for the garden, he was sure Molly had said something about de-nomeing it earlier. Walking out the back door in to the blinding light of the morning sunshine was quite a shock. But it was one Draco was happy for, Grimwald was a particularly dreary house and the contrast of the beautiful summer day was a nice reprive. Scanning the yard he spotted Molly standing speaking with Blaise and one of her many sons by a small pond. The blond smiled and strolled over to them, the breeze felt magnificent on his face.

“Molly!” Draco called out as he neared the group. “Harry may have gone crazy… he’s going on about something called pod people…”

Molly laughed.”That does sound like Harry. I’ll have Poppy scan him when she comes by tonight just to make sure though. Draco this is my son Charlie, he’s just arrived from Romania, Charlie this is Draco Malfoy, he’s just been inducted in to the Order recently.” Molly introduced them, giving Charlie a, be nice look.

The red head smiled putting out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Draco, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Draco took the red heads hand and rolled his eyes. “Knowing Ron it was all bad.” Draco commented smiling back.

“Well… he said you were pretty, although I think it was meant in a derogatory way…” Charlie dropped off as he watched the blond turn and stomp back in to the house. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Draco is… sensitive about how feminine he looks… we should probably get in there before he kills Ron” Blaise said making his way towards the house, both Weaslys followed.


Draco stormed in to the kitchen and glared around the room, as soon as his eyes landed on Ron he launched himself at the red head.

“You called me pretty!” he cried shoving a handful of grits from the floor in to the other mans mouth. “I am not in any way pretty!”

Harry rushed over and pulled Draco off of Ron as Hermione helped the red head up. Charlie, Molly and Blaise all entered the kitchen then, shooting worried glanced at the blond Harry was restraining.

“What the bloody hell!” Ron exclaimed. “Why would you jump on me and shove dirty grits in to my mouth?”

“Uh… that could be my fault little brother. I told him you called him pretty last Christmas.” Charlie admitted, looking at the blond wearily.

“Draco is really sensitive about his looks.” Blaise added.

“I am not bloody sensitive Zambini. You wait until Potter lets go of me, then we’ll see who is bloody sensitive!” Draco yelled lunging at his best friend.

“Enough! Both of you should be ashamed of your selves, using such vulgar words in front of ladies! I’ve never!” Molly exclaimed grabbing them both up by their ears.

“Harry glanced at Charlie and snickered behind his hand as the two were forcibly dragged out of the room and down one of the many halls.

“You’re Mums scary.” Blaise commented.




Harry Blaise and Hermione spent the rest of the day together in the library. Hermione wanted to check out a few hexes she had heard about from one of the Aurors that morning, and the men wanted to stay as far from Molly’s wrath as possible.

“So do you think Draco and Ron will be done scrubbing the first floor before the meeting tonight?” Blaise asked.

“Doubtful,” Hermione replied, setting the rather large book she had been reading down on the table. “Have you heard from your mother yet?”

“Not yet, we have been holed up in here all day… maybe I should check to see if Mia is back with a letter.” He sighed standing and stretching.

“I’ll come to, a stretch would do me some good. You coming ‘Mione?” Harry asked standing and joining Blaise.

“Not just yet, I’ll meet you two at the meeting later.” She replied picking up her book once more.

“Alright then ‘Mione, see you later.” Harry called as the two men headed down the hall.

Blaise’s room was on the top floor, so it took the two of them quite a while to make it there.

“I swear the person who designed this place wanted you to get lost.” Harry commented, running his hand along the wall paper covered wall.

“Considering he was probably a dark wizard… it’s not that farfetched of an idea.” Blaise murmured pilfering through his pockets for the key. Finding it he unlocked the old oak door and walked in to the room. Harry followed, looking around the musty smelling room; it had two beds and two desks as well as two armoires.

“Sorry for the mess, Draco’s not the cleanest roommate… he’s used to house elves.” Blaise said, idly walking over to his black owl, perched in the corner. “She has a letter from Mother.” Blaise stated reading over the parchment. “She’ll do it; she’s invited Narcissa for tea Thursday.”

“Good, Dumbledore will be happy about that.” Harry commented sitting on the closest bed. “So what do you want to do till dinner?”

“Exploding Snap?” Blaise asked, walking over and holding up a deck.

“Sure.”


The kitchen was full to the brim once again with Order members. The only ones missing were Sirius, Remus and Dumbledore, Harry had some idea were the first two were, as for the Headmaster… he was always late. Draco was sitting next to Harry pouting, the blond had been cleaning all day, he and Ron had barely finished when eleven rolled around. Hermione was sitting at his feet idly playing with some strings coming from the hem of her skirt, while Blaise stared down at her from next to Draco. Harry wondered if Hermione was ever going to stop pining after Ron and realize what was right in front of her face. For a smart girl she could be very dumb sometimes. Ron was sitting next to Harry half asleep with a half a sandwich in his mouth. The Red head had missed dinner while cleaning and was determined to eat as much as possible before bed. Harry shot a sly smile at Sirius as he and Remus shuffled in the side door mostly unnoticed, his godfather caught his look, a light pink flush colored his cheeks as he steered Remus towards the group of teenagers.

“Hey Harry, haven’t seen you all day.” Sirius exclaimed, patting the younger man on the back.

“Blaise and I popped up to his room for a few games of Exploding Snap.” Harry explained grinning. “What have the two of you been *up* to today?” Harry asked knowingly.

Remus blushed and excused himself making his way for Molly and Arthur. “That wasn’t very nice Harry; you know how private he is.” Sirius admonished.

“Well if the two of you want privacy don’t walk in to a crowded room looking like you have just gone a few rounds between the sheets.” Harry stated looking to Hermione for back up.

“It’s true Sirius, anyone with a brain knows what the two of you were doing.” Hermione added grinning up at the animagus.

“We do not!” Sirius exclaimed earning the attention of a few people lingering close by.

“Yes you do.” Draco whispered rolling his eyes and turning his back to the nosy Order members. “I don’t even know the two of you as well as most of the people here and I could tell you had just shagged, so why don’t you stop bickering with Harry and go save you boyfriend from Molly’s clutches.” The blond sighed as Sirius shot him a terrible look and turned to walk towards Remus.

“Good Lord Draco I have never seen Sirius give anyone but Snape that look.”Ron whispered, coming out of his food induced coma. “Good on you.”

Draco sighed once again and leaned against Harry. Harry froze for a second but slowly allowed himself to relax in to the blonds touch. Hermione and Blaise shot one another a smile under the two men’s heads.

Dumbledore finally arrived ten minutes after Sirius and Remus, he looked bedraggled and Molly rushed forwards immediately to get him a seat and some tea.

“My friends,” He began slowly. “I have been contacted this night my Narcissa Malfoy, she is hiding in London. It seems Lucius intercepted an invitation from Madame Zambini and knew it for what we intended it to be. She is hurt but alive, I need an extraction team to search and assist Narcissa.” There he held up his hand. “I know some of our young people are quite vested in her personal safety.” He shot a glance at Draco who was half standing. “But this operation requires trained Aurors, with that said who would like to be the lucky two to go find Lady Malfoy?”

All at once everyone looked around the room; the only two hands raised were Nymphadora Tonks and Severus Snape. “Well that seems to settle it, Tonks, Severus, the mission is yours, in this bag is all the information you will need.” Dumbledore handed a large velvet bag to Snape. “This mission must commence within the hour, please use that time to go over a plan and ready your selves to extract Lady Malfoy. Meet me here in one hours time to leave.” With that Dumbledore headed to the fire, threw a bit of floo powder and was gone.

Draco stared at the fire… it had all happened so fast. His mother was hurt… she was alone somewhere in London. His father had done it, so why was he sitting in the kitchen at Grimwald still? Draco swept his eyes across the room, Severus and Tonks had left. How long had he been staring at his hands?

“Draco… Draco are you alright?” Harry’s voice cut through the fog. Draco looked up strait in to green eyes.

“No, I really don’t think I am.” He whispered running his hand through his hair.

“Dray, come on lets go sit in the library.” Blaise took his arm in hand and pulled the blond with him out of the room. The Golden Trio followed them out at a distance.

Severus and Tonks apperated to a dingy alley in the middle of London, Narcissa was just inside the building to their left, a small run down hotel. Severus had to give her credit, Lucius would never look here. He led the way in to the hotel and up a side staircase, room 302, that’s where they would find Narcissa. They opened the door to find the normally pristine woman doubled over in a chair. Her white blond hair was stained with blood; she was wearing a ripped night gown and a pair of house slippers. Severus hurried to her side and scooped her in to his arms, her body was limp and her eyes roamed all over the room unfocused.

“We need to get her to Poppy.” Severus whispered pushing past Tonks and in to the dimly lit hotel.

Severus prayed that Narcissa would survive apperation as they blinked out of the ally.