Chapter 1
The walls of this room are adorned by white and soft blue, mobile made by the finest materials, a painting of the family-the style was like a royal would demand in the old times- and one fine tapestry made of the wool, linen, and cotton with the names of the Malfoy family- with the grand window closed but the curtains are open to the sky.
Cloudy sky with no chance of sun augment the noble, desolated, and hopelessly decadent look of the Malfoy´s manor. One woman wearing an elegant green dress- meaning the dress covers her entire body but allows to shapes her curves if necessary- with blonde hair and perfect mascara is at the centerfold of the room.
Her dark eyes linger on the other side of the spacious room. On the other side, there´s a woman cover with black-not as if is her skin, no, it’s more as if darkness is her form or maybe, she is the darkness itself- white hair, blue eyes, and a thin line as the literal mouth.
Her attire exposes too much of her skin, if that is her skin. Where the shadow begin and she ends? Hard to tell, hard to care as her eyes appear to suffocate the oxygen in the room.
Metaphorically .... or not.
“Hello, Narcissa,” her voice is saccharine while Narcissa feels she can´t breathe. Only when SHE closes her eyes- the darkness is part of her or is she darkness itself?- “I see you marry well your mother was so proud of you, this has to be one of the best marriages in all aristocrat magical word, so to speak” She spoke off-handy.
Narcissa´s check is slowly coming to her natural color. “Who are you?”
“Oh, I have many names, but none of which you would understand. For now, I´m just a mother wanting to talk with another mother,” SHE promised chuckles as her eyes remain shut.
“What is this?” Narcissa Malfoy asked, having a hard time recollecting the last 5 minutes. Is she darkness or part of it?
“This is just a dream, nothing more than that...now, tell me more about Draco Malfoy, your son, you have plans for him don´t you?” SHE asked amused and Narcissa would like a prove this is indeed a dream or she has any control, however, as she saw flying banana things became clear for her.
“My son...my little Draco, oh he’ll be a proper pureblood, he’ll keep the lineage pure,” Narcissa spoke with such fervor and admiration it’s almost impressive, almost.
“Oh yes, make sure your son has pureblood offsprings, of course, even if the dating pool for purebloods are slim and slimmer now,” SHE mentioned the question. “After all, if you´re too weak the magical core of your family, you must do it right!”
“What?” Narcissa is poisoned in her sit. Feeling her heartbeat revolts in her ribcage as her eyes never dare to gaze upon SHE.
“I mean, you can´t even stand to look at my eyes without almost dying.” SHE shakes her head, baffled. “And the brides you have in mind are related to your son in a way or another.”
“Astoria is...” Narcissa tries to explain parenthood to the entity, however, SHE is not having any of it.
“save it, they´re cousins and she is the product of incest as well, which leave their offsprings having problems as well, the magic of this community is decaying right before your eyes and no one can do anything, pity!” SHE doesn´t seem all too merciful but SHE is never moving an inch from her side.
“What I can do then? I refuse to marry my son to a mudblood,” she sneers at the thought.
“Oh, you had thought about it... interesting, the gene pool of your family is a cautionary tale, at the best,” She states somehow hostile to Narcissa. “if you´re even considering marry him to a half-blood means you fear the implications to marry him with his own cousin,”
“And who else would be suitable for my son? To care about the name of the family...” her eyes drift to the tapestry. Narcissa Black Malfoy is overshadowed by the name Narcissa Malfoy and well, the Black traditions will die with Narcissa as Draco is a boy and boys don´t need to know how to fix their dresses or any other details.
“Ah, see I have a suggestion for you, I know you long for a girl, you always long for a girl to pass down the traditions of the Black family, what your mother and aunt taught you since day 1, correct?” SHE inquiries amused and Narcissa only nods.
She loves Dracos as a mother should but she can´t lie and say she would love to have a little girl.
“Marry your son with the Weasley girl, have a strong bride for your son, and have yourself a girl to mold,” SHE suggests and Narcissa scowls at the suggestion.
“Prosperous... absurd...”
“She is a pureblood like you and Ginny Weasley is not fond of poverty, no one is, you have far more riches than the Potters,” SHE adds softly.
Narcissa hates how she’s mulling over this suggestion. “A blood traitor... well, I´ll think about it, it not a pleasant idea but not better than a mudblood,” Narcissa bites her fingernails. “Not a terrible idea”
Narcissa blinks as she’s on her chair. The room is colored with purple, a color linked to royalty, isn´t the Malfoys royal?
She snaps her fingers and a house-elf appears. A new one, more polished. “I have a job for you”
“Mistress wants me to re-paint the room?” the elf asked
“Purple is a fine color, why I would like to change”
“But the room is not purple...”
Narcissa looks around to see the soft color of red. Oh right, the Malfoys prefer the color red above all.
Molly Weasley doesn´t have free days, per se, her husband is at the joke of the job he has- the Weasleys are a sacred pureblood family, and this open a few doors but not enough- Molly Weasley wanted a daughter to marry to a good husband, and after 6 failed tryouts, after so much pain and disappointment, they finally have little Ginny who soon will start her year at Hogwarts.
“Hello, Molly,” a saccharine voice jolts the woman back to reality. A woman as beautiful as she can only be a dream, never a reality.
“Am I dreaming?”
“That’s the only explanation, isn´t it?”
Molly nods. After all, even if Harry Potter is under her care-strange little boy he is- why such a woman would want to visit the Burrow.
“What’s going on?” Molly asked, unsure of what to say next to such beauty.
“Oh, Molly, let’s just chat to mother to mother,”
Molly nods, mesmerized. “But what´s your name?”
“Oh, I have plenty, but sadly none of them will make any sense for you... ut maybe it can make sense for your daughter,” SHE states calmly and Molly is listening.