I don't own Harry Potter!

Note: This idea rattled around my brain and wouldn't leave. So, here it is in all it's unfiltered glory... Please know that Malfoy's aren't exactly my cup of tea, but after one wacky dream this morning, it couldn't be helped.

Synopsis: Narcissa Malfoy wakes up one morning with future knowledge of what happens to her family a year before Draco's first year. Horrified at learning what happens through a third party's eyes, she takes steps to escape Lucius' hold with Draco, save her son, save Harry, rescue Sirius, and catch Pettigrew. There's just one minor detail that she's unaware of, she wasn't the only one.

Opening the Blinds

A gasp rang out in a darkened bedroom, as a female figure shot-up from a laying position to a sitting one. The ragged breaths weren't noticed by anyone, as the figure was alone in the room. Her eyes were wide with fright and fear. The last thing she remembered was a bright green light and pain.

She took deep breaths until she had her breathing under control. Finally, she had calmed herself; despite the fact that she was organizing all of the images that had passed through her mind in her slumber. She looked around the room to calm her mind with familiar sights, only to realize... nothing in this room was familiar!

The room was far larger than it should be. There were two doors where only one should be, and where there should have been a closet, there was a large armoire. She shakily took another deep breath to calm herself, before she tried to stand, only to fall back onto the bedding.

She tried again, and managed to clumsily make her way to one of the doors. She opened it, to find a long hallway. Shutting it gently, so not to alert anyone of her presence, she opened the other door to find a large dressing room, with another door at the other end of it. Before she could get to the second door in the dressing room, her gaze fell upon a full sized mirror.

"Darling, you don't look very put together today," the reflection in the mirror spoke to her.

That was when her eyes widened in horror.

"I'm blonde?!" the woman gasped out in shock.

Of course, that was the last thing that she should be worrying about, especially when nothing about her reflection was familiar. Not only that, but since when could mirrors speak?!

It spoke well of her constitution that she didn't faint, but she did sit down on the platform near the mirror, "Where am I?"

The mirror responded, "Darling, you're in Malfoy Manor. Surely you can remember that?"

The woman's eyes widened in horror, and she coughed out, "I'm WHERE?!"

"Darling, it's impolite to make one repeat themselves," the mirror replied haughtily.

"I must be dreaming."

"Well I never!" The mirror huffed, "This is no way for you to act, Narcissa Malfoy!"

The woman pinched herself, only to freeze in horror, "Narcissa MALFOY?!"

"No need to shout, Darling. You should get dressed. Your son could be stoping by at any time now," the mirror continued impertinently.

The woman now identified as Narcissa Malfoy stood and nearly swayed, but she planted her feet firmly, "Mirror, what is the date?"

"June 4th, the year of our Lord 1990," the mirror stated. "Now, best get dressed. You wouldn't want to look foolish for your son."

Doing some quick calculations in her head, Narcissa took a chance, and called out, "Dobby?"

The house elf appeared in front of her in the dressing room with a loud pop, "Mistress called Dobby?"

"Dobby, I need your help," Narcissa stated calmly, as she took the elf by the hand and led him back into the bedroom. "Can you ward the room?"

Dobby nodded and with a wave of his hand, "It is done, Mistress."

"Dobby, I need you to keep this from all others in the house, can I trust you?" Narcissa asked Dobby, hopeful he could help her.

"Dobby can do this if Mistress asks," Dobby looked confused.

"Thank you, Dobby," Narcissa reached down and hugged the house elf, making the elf gape and freeze in surprise. Which she noticed, and pulled away slowly. "The thing is, I woke up from my slumber with someone else's memories in my mind. Dobby, what do you know of Harry Potter?"

"Mister Harry Potter is great Wizard Hero," Dobby replied in confusion.

"Yes, he is. He's also just a boy and he needs our help," Narcissa told Dobby.

"Mister Harry Potter need Dobby's help?" Dobby gaped at his Mistress, she wasn't acting as she normally would.

"Yes. Dobby, I need your help too. I am not the Narcissa Malfoy that you are familiar with. I don't have her memories, I only have basic knowledge of the Malfoy family. I don't even know how to put robes on, as I wasn't raised a Wizard. Can you help me hide this from Mr. Malfoy?"

"Master Lucy not know?" Dobby blinked in confusion, before asking, "What about Master Drakey?"

"I'll let him know, when I think I can trust him," Narcissa stated. "Dobby, I know that this is a big ask, but I need your help more than anyone else's. We can't trust Dumbledore, we can't trust Mr. Malfoy, and we can't trust the Minister. But there are things we need to set into motion if we both want to survive the next few years."

"Dobby will help Mistress Cissy, if she thinks he can?" Dobby blinked in surprise.

"Thank you, Dobby-"

"Mistress Cissy thank Dobby again. Dobby not been so happy!" Dobby began to cry.

"I'm sorry for how the Malfoy's have treated you over the years, Dobby," Narcissa pulled him into a hug and let the little elf cry.

"Mistress Cissy is being a kind Mistress!" Dobby choked out.

"And Dobby has always been just as kind," Narcissa replied softly.

Dobby was balling now.

Narcissa hugged the little elf and swept him up into her lap, "Dobby, I know I'm not going to act like Narcissa Malfoy would, but I will do my best to keep up the ruse, until we can escape Malfoy's clutches."

"Escape Master Lucy?!" Dobby gaped up at his Mistress, his tears all dried up.

"Yes. We need to do something, and I think I know where to start, but first, I need to get dressed. Could you help me find an appropriate outfit to go to Gringotts in?" Narcissa asked.

"Dobby help!" Dobby nodded and hopped off of her lap, opened the blinds, and was soon sorting through the armoire.