[HP] Years Whisk

When nothing happened, Narcissa always couldn't help recalling her first half of life.Maybe it's because the previous experience was too ups and downs, maybe it's because the time now is too long.

In a blink of an eye, so many things have happened.

Narcissa can still clearly remember the Black Manor when she was a child.At that time she and Andromeda were always comparing each other for a small piece of jewelry.The mother always smiled gently, but she favored her relatively young without leaving any trace.

Bella was a few years older than the two of them, and she never took part in the "boring romps" between her and Andromeda, always "pretending to be mature" and pestering her father to learn advanced "black magic".

If it was a festival or a ball, Aunt Walburga would come to visit with Sirius and Regulus.

Narcissa has always disliked Sirius.Presumably because he passed her by when she was young, becoming the 'youngest child' of the Black family.The adults' attention suddenly turned to him, which made Narcissa jealous.Later, when they all grew up, it was because Sirius was 'out of tune' with the whole family, and Narcissa naturally didn't want to get close to a 'heterogeneous', so she naturally rejected him.

As for Regulus, in Narcissa's memory, he has always been a taciturn shadow, staying quietly among the crowd, with little sense of presence other than obedience.

But now, why is she the only one left in the huge Black family?Except for the dowry she took away when she got married, there was nothing left that she could miss.

The former Black Manor was dedicated to the "Dark Lord" by the heir Bella, and was closed by the Ministry of Magic when the Dark Lord failed for the first time; the residence of Aunt Walburga in Grimmauld Square was in the second rise of the Dark Lord It was given to the Order of the Phoenix by Sirius at that time, and now it probably belongs to the 'savior'.

Narcissa couldn't help feeling a little regretful.If she had known this, she should have taken all those familiar objects away when she got married.Buy a separate courtyard in advance and arrange them one by one according to the memory.In this way, she will not have no place to mourn the nostalgic people now, and to miss for nothing, deepening the loneliness and length of time.

The Dark Lord occupied Malfoy Manor during his second rise. After the war, Narcissa hoped to leave that place full of painful memories far away.She felt that no matter how much it was cleaned and repaired, there was still a bloody smell in the manor, and screams and disgusting laughter could still be heard in the middle of the night.But Lucius insisted on continuing to live there. He refurbished the manor according to the layout when Draco was a child. Even though the Ministry of Magic would search him from time to time, he insisted on not moving to another place.

To be honest, the situation of the Malfoy family after the war was a bit delicate.Although Narcissa had saved the life of the "savior" during the decisive battle, the black marks on the arms of Lucius and Draco were always indelible "criminal evidence".In the final post-war liquidation, although the Ministry of Magic absolved them of their guilt, Lucius was still forced to withdraw from the power center of the magical world.The actual control of the Malfoy family was forced to be transferred to Draco, who was only 17 years old.Narcissa could only watch her son Draco run about the family affairs and fight with those 'old foxes'.All she could do was to stay by Lucius' side silently, and to give Draco his mother's care when he came home occasionally.

Narcissa is now in the Malfoy family's other compound in Provence, France.The lavender is in full bloom here, and she is going to collect some dried flowers and put them in Lucius and Draco's room, using the scent of lavender to help them relax.

The previous war had a great impact on Lucius.During that war, not only was he often tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, but he was also imprisoned in Azkaban.After that war ended, Narcissa almost never saw his smiling face again, and felt that the luxurious and confident nobleman had died along with the cruel war.Narcissa felt sorry for him, but didn't know how to help him, she could only hold his hand silently, accompany him quietly, or rub into his arms and give him a hug when he woke up at night.She knew that Lucius was so proud, he wouldn't accept sympathy or pity from anyone, least of all hers.

She and Lucius have been married for 23 years, and the two may have been together for much longer.

Narcissa thought that their marriage was a product of family and love.Lucius is a very competent husband. After deciding to marry her at the age when he should decide on a marriage partner, he deliberately built a closer relationship with her, and then gradually developed into a couple, and finally got married as a matter of course.

Over the years, he has been doing a good job. Even though there are always various speculations and gossip reports in the low-level gossip tabloids outside, he has never let her worry about those lovers outside of marriage, let alone Any bad habits, at least in front of her.

The only thing that made Narcissa feel a little regretful was that she didn't really understand Lucius' inner thoughts.Although she sometimes felt that Lucius probably didn't give her a chance to understand.

In the married life of Lucius and Narcissa, the two of them perfectly interpret the division of labor between the master and the hostess in a family.Lucius is in charge of all the external affairs of the family, while Narcissa is in charge of taking care of the family and socializing with other wives.

She would share things in her life with Lucius, and if she forgot to mention it one day, Lucius would pretend to chat with her casually about her daily life; but Lucius never shared his affairs with her , Her information on the outside situation all comes from pure-blood family gatherings or newspapers.If she took the initiative to ask those serious topics, Lucius would always brush them off or change the topic perfunctorily.He never told her about the dangers and difficulties facing the family, but he always asked her what jewelry he was looking forward to recently, and he would buy it and give it to her.

Narcissa used to think that this was very good. She understood Lucius' preferences in life, she knew how to manage the entire Malfoy Manor, and she had the social skills that a perfect family hostess needed.But when the crisis came, she found that she was wrong.

Lucius has been trying to protect her in utopia away from blood.Even, when the Dark Lord returned, she, the mistress of the Malfoy family who was the Dark Lord's 'right-hand man', was actually the last to know the news, and that was already the time when the Dark Lord was about to forcibly commandeer the Malfoy Manor. Lucius did not When there is a way to hide her again.

At that time, she found Lucius' anxiety, but she couldn't help him; she knew Draco's panic, but she couldn't protect him.From then on, she gradually woke up and tried to change, hoping that she could protect or help them a little bit.

Maybe, she is really an incompetent mother and wife, Narcissa thought.Fortunately, however, she still has time to make amends.

The sunlight gradually became stronger. Narcissa put the lavender in the basket, put away the tools, and prepared to go into the house to rest.With a slight 'pop', a house-elf appeared beside Narcissa. "Mistress, Master Draco is here. Waiting for you in the living room."

Narcissa put down the basket and went into the living room.In the living room, a handsome young man with short platinum blonde hair was nestled on the sofa relaxedly, flipping through the documents in his hand, drinking lavender tea and eating the blueberry biscuits she baked in the morning.Sensing that someone was approaching, he raised his head vigilantly, and when he saw that it was Narcissa, he naturally raised a smile: "Mom."

It's her little dragon.Her Draco is 20 years old this year, and he is already an outstanding young man.Even after all those dark times, it's nice that he can still have that smile now.

Narcissa bent down and kissed Draco's left and right cheeks, but Draco muttered in dissatisfaction: "Mom, I'm already 20 years old, and I'm already a mature head of the Malfoy family. Don't treat me like that." Treat me like a child." But Draco's body movements did not show the slightest resistance, instead he slightly moved his face closer to cater to Narcissa's kiss.

"It's a French kiss, just do as the Romans do." Narcissa smiled.She directed the house-elf to put away Draco's clothes: "Besides, no matter how old my little dragon is, it is Mommy's treasure." Draco blushed, but did not refute.Narcissa then asked: "Is your negotiation in Versailles going well?"

"The assets of the Malfoy family in France have not been affected much by the mysterious person, and the peace talks with the Caroline family have been relatively smooth. After all, we have been allies for so many years, but the old things of the Merovingian family see that I am young. Want to take advantage of me, how is it possible? Later, when I drew up the contract, I tricked them, I guess I haven't realized it yet." Draco said triumphantly.

"Have you seen the third lady of the Caroline family?" Narcissa teased Draco: "What do you think of her? She is a famous beauty in France. If you feel a little tempted, you must seize the opportunity. Save the last outstanding All the little girls are picked up by others."

"Mom—" Draco said with a long tone: "Don't worry, anyway, I can't find you a daughter-in-law with a hemp seed in the end."

Narcissa frowned slightly: "Draco, why do you still have such prejudice? Although your father did not show much appreciation for those witches with no traditional inheritance, it was more based on the social situation. At that time, the pure-blood It's normal to look down on goblins. Your father, as a great nobleman, of course has to show it. But now, with the victory of the Order of the Phoenix, the rise of goblin wizards is unstoppable. As for your future wife, your father and I will not Interfering with your choice, as long as you are happy."

Draco shrugged disapprovingly, and muttered in a low voice: "If I really marry a Mudblood, Dad will definitely drive me down from the position of Malfoy's head." He drank the last sip of lavender tea and snapped his fingers , beckoning the house elf to clean up the table, then got up: "Mom, before I came over, Dad asked me to take you home for lunch. Although he didn't say anything, I think you two haven't seen each other for three days, so he must miss you. "

Narcissa handed him his clothes, and scolded with a smile: "Little slicker, how dare you tease your father?" Although she came to France for three days, she chatted with Lucius through the double-sided mirror every night. "But it's time to go back. I've already picked the lavender, and I can make it when I go back."

Draco put on his clothes and tidied up the documents in his hand: "But before I go back, I have to go to Diagon Alley. Occamy's egg shells are gone. I have to add some to make Felicia."

Narcissa beckoned for the house elf to bring over the basket full of lavender she had packed: "Get smaller quickly", she put the small basket in her coat pocket: "Then, I will go with you, and then we will go back together Home, give your dad a surprise." After she finished speaking, she walked towards the fireplace, and when Draco walked in, she sprinkled a handful of Floo powder: "Diagon Alley."

The two of them walked leisurely to the potions shop.However, while walking, Narcissa suddenly heard a roar from behind: "The remnants of the evil Death Eaters—go to death! Avada Kedavra!" The crazed man raised his wand, pointing directly at Draco.A green light shot out from the madman's wand and rushed straight at Draco.Before Narcissa could react consciously, her body had already jumped directly at Draco, hugging him tightly, blocking the green light for him.

"Mom! Mom—disarm you! Imprisonment quickly! Restored! Healed!" Draco's panic-stricken cries and the crowd's screaming and panicked noises could be heard beside his ears.

Narcissa saw an empty whiteness in front of her eyes. The blinding whiteness reminded her of the white daffodils that Lucius had planted for her in the Malfoy Manor when she and Lucius were married.Gradually, Draco's heart-piercing shouts and the noise of the crowd faded away.The last thing that flashed in her mind was a deep apology: this year she might have to miss the appointment, so she couldn't be with Lucius and watch the daffodils in full bloom with him.

All is quiet and dark.

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Why do you want to open this article?

Probably when he was about to review Harry Potter for the last time, he was suddenly moved by these few words.

"Malfoy glanced sideways at his wife. She stared blankly ahead, her face was as pale as his, and her long blond hair hung down her back, but under the table, she gently held the table with her slender fingers. He grasped Malfoy's wrist. Malfoy felt her touch, reached inside his robes, drew a wand, and handed it to Voldemort. Voldemort held the wand up to his red eyes and studied it carefully."

"Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were running through the crowd, not fighting at all, just calling out for their son.

Walking in the aisle between the tables, Harry saw the Malfoy family of three huddled together, seemingly wondering if they were supposed to be there, but no one paid them any attention.Harry saw family reunions everywhere. "

So I suddenly wanted to write about their love and their life.

We are probably all evil people who are shameless, and the only thing we can be proud of is probably loving each other.