Chapter 7
The next morning I decide to wear the necklace, hoping that it would get some sort of reaction out of Narcissa. Everything that's happened over the last couple days have made me feel crazy and slightly regret my decision. Maybe if Narcissa saw the necklace, it'll reaffirm that maybe they all aren't insane.
I got dressed in some basic jeans and a white shirt that I brought with me from America. As far as I know we weren't going out tonight.
Grabbing the necklace that I kept hidden in my bag in the back of the wardrobe, I place it around my neck. This time, looking in the mirror to make sure nothing else happened to my appearance before I leave.
Putting my shoes on, I make my way to the dining room. Narcissa was already there eating her breakfast. Father and Draco nowhere in sight.
"Where's the others?" I ask.
"Work," Narcissa said, looking up at me. "They work for the Ministry of Magic."
That must be their government system? With a nod, I sit down across from Narcissa. My heart raced waiting for her to say something about my necklace. Maybe she didn't see it? Or she really didn't know what it was?
"Your brother is an Auror," she said, still looking at me.
"What's that?" I ask.
"It's like Muggle police."
"Muggle?"
"Ordinary people. I think in America they call them No-Magis? Honestly, I could care less."
I nod and start to dish out my breakfast. They have names for people who don't have magic? I mean that would make sense, it's just an easier way to describe someone.
"That necklace," Narcissa finally noticed. "I gave that to you when you were a baby. Before we sent you off."
"You did?"
"One of my sisters gave that to me when we were kids. Said it reminded her of me."
"You have sisters?"
"Had… One won't speak to me and the other was killed during -"
"During what?" I pressed.
Narcissa looks down at her bowl. An awkward silence spreads between us. She refused to continue. It was starting to piss me off that everyone was being so secretive about everything. I deserve to know more than anyone. They sent me away for “protection” and they won't even tell me anything now that I'm here.
It's ridiculous.
I reach across the table, placing my hand on top of Narcissa's. I was going to do whatever I could to get information.
“Mom, please.”
Narcissa looks up at me. A sad look in her eyes. I didn't like guilt tripping but when she sighed, I knew it was the right thing to do.
"There was a war. We all did things we now aren't proud of. Really flipped our lives upside down."
"What?" I ask with a small smile. "Were you guys on the wrong side or something?"
She looks at me with pointed eyes. They were on the wrong side… That must be why Ollivander was terrified of Father when we walked into the shop? Did they torture people? Kill people?
"Caly," Narcissa said, maneuvering our hands so hers was on top. "In our world, there are purebloods, half-bloods, and muggle-borns. Our family - the entire Malfoy family - are purebloods. We had this idea that the Wizarding World should be runned by us, considering our blood wasn't tampered with. There is a lot that goes into that war, we all are still trying to recover from it."
"Surely after a couple generations everyone would become purebloods," I stated, moving my hand away from her. "If each magical person would marry another magical person, at some point they would become pureblood, right?"
"As I said, it's complicated."
We both finished breakfast in silence. None of my family are telling me the full extent of this war. First it was Draco and the whole plane fiasco, now Narcissa not giving me the full story. I don't dare ask Father about it. I have a strange feeling that he is still one of those "recovering" people.
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Couple hours later, and multiple times getting lost around the house, I find Narcissa sitting in the Floo network room. She stares up at the paintings of family members (according to Draco). I sit down in the seat next to her, waiting for her to say something. I was the one interrupting.
"Bellatrix Lestrange," she said after a moment. "That's what my sister's name was. And Andromeda Tonks."
I look at the painting she must be referring to. A small black spot covers two of the woman's faces. Our family portrait hangs next to it, except I'm not there.
"I love you, Calypso," Narcissa said, eyes still on the paintings. My stomach drops, but not from fear or nerves. It's been years since I've heard someone say that to me. "I feel awful about having to give you away. I never wanted to. But if the Dark - if Voldemort would've gotten his hands on you, or The Nightshade Circle… I never would have forgiven myself. I had to protect you, no matter how."
"Don't beat yourself up. We have each other now, what could possibly go wrong? I know you blame yourself, but you mustn't. This world we live in seems to carry a lot of darkness with it."
She's really taking the whole “giving me up” situation hard. Though it's fine… everything's fine. After all, they found me again. Now that she's seen the necklace, her reaction, the potion, everything, I believe what they say. Even if it's a little strange at times.
Granted they could've told me that they had a house elf, that way I didn't have a heart attack when I saw him. But that's the point, this is a trial and error sort of situation. I've been out of their life for, I believe, sixteen years. I grew up with different ideas and hardships. It just gives us all more perspective.
"I don't blame you," I say. "If anything it just shows how strong you as a mother had to be. Protecting me, and Draco."
"You are too good to be in this family," she said, taking my hand in hers. "I'm sure that all will change once you find out exactly what we did."
I blink at her in a mix of confusion and surprise. What they did? The concealment potion, giving me up, that's what they did. What else had they done to me?
I dropped the subject. Right now wasn't the time to bring it up. If I had to beg and threaten, I would get to the bottom of the secrets. Even if it kills me.