A/N: Happy Christmas Day 2 months ago, everybody!
I just want to take a second to dedicate this final chapter to my beloved sister, Grace, who is…sob, sob…going to Delaware for the summer to work. We'll all miss you SO much, Grace! I love you! (I know summer is quite a ways away, but I'm feeling SO sad right now…Even though Gracie will never actually read this! Lol)
So yeah…for Grace Alexandra My Secret Last Name
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing! NOTHING! I swear! (If I had a stack of bibles I'd swear on them. See? I'm serious!)
I am old and feeble now. You wouldn't see me as Narcissa Black, young, pretty, seductive. You wouldn't see me as Narcissa Malfoy, nervous, over-protective, unsure. No. You'd see me as an old woman with gray hair and a never-ending smile. You'd see me as the woman who sometimes got lipstick on her teeth. You'd see me as grandmother of the famous Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, big fighter for all-blood rights. Why, though? Why am I Scorpius' Grandmum, cheery lady, and bad-at-putting-on-lipstick nowadays?
And why, you must be asking, does Scorpius want equal rights for all people of all blood-status?
I'll address the latter first.
Lucius was never disappointed with Draco. He married a respectable pureblood, —Astoria Greengrass—who was in Ravenclaw, but her elder sister was a through-and-through Slytherin. He had a pureblood son, Scorpius.
But Scorpius would have murdered Lucius if he weren't already gone. As it is, I'm sure Lucius has turned in his grave quite a few times.
To begin with, Scorpius was in—and this is horrible, even if you aren't a Malfoy—Hufflepuff. There he met—ugh—Hugo Weasley, half-blood and blood-traitor. They became best of friends, though Hugo was two years Scorpius' junior.
Hugo introduced him to his sister Rose one day, when he went to the Weasley's for a few weeks in July. (Draco says he let Scorpius go because he wanted to have a good relationship with the Potters and Weasleys. "It's good to have good relations!" he always told Scorpius.)
Rose and Scorpius hit it off, despite Rose being in Ravenclaw. Then they ended up going to Molly Weasley's house, where Scorpius met Lily Potter—a Gryffindor.
He came home friends with the whole clan and going out with Lily Potter. She later convinced him of Mudblood and Muggle rights—ugh.
What a boy, huh?
I, personally, was slightly proud of him.
Lily Potter went for older men, so therefore she must be a bit out-there.
When we met the girl, I told her she really could have been in Slytherin, if she'd wanted to. She and Scorpius took this as such a complement that Scorpius actually sent me a note of thanks and Lily hugged me the next time she saw me!
And at least the boy was unique.
Besides, he was the spitting image of Draco.
As for the second issue, I was not a Dark Lord supporter anymore. And so no one cared about me.
Simple as that; no one cared enough to think of me as me.
Instead, I was simply sterotyped.
One day, as I was cleaning out the living room because Draco, Astoria, Scorpius, and Lily were coming over—Lily two months pregnant—I found an old photo album. How intriguing, I thought, and so I looked in it.
The first picture was of me the going of to Hogwarts, on Platform 9 and ¾ with an ugly little blue hat on. My face was shiny and first-year clean. I was smiling hugely, and jumping up and down in the picture. My mum would sometimes come into the picture and hold me down tightly. The moment she left, I'd begin jumping again.
I smiled and flipped the page. There was Andy, hugging me, and Bella kissing me on the cheek. Shivers went up and down my spine. Second Year. When Bella was still Bella and Andy was still a Slytherin. I suddenly began to cry, and a giant tear rolled onto the page. I brushed it away and looked on.
There, Third Year. I looked closely. It was my sisters and me holding hands and skipping onto the train. I smiled through my tears and turned the page.
Fourth Year. I was alone. I couldn't remember if either of my sisters were still at Hogwarts then, but either way, I was alone, striking a haughty pose and laughing. Now-and-again a friend would pop into the picture and hug me.
I blinked back more tears.
Fifth year. I was looking bored with Sirius next to me. A boy walked by the picture—I wasn't sure who it was—but I looked him up and down and smiled flirtatiously. He scurried out of the picture. I laughed, and then I looked bored again.
Sixth year—I never knew I'd be imprisoned that year. I was standing with a suitcase and no Sirius this time. I was yawning, but I'd stop abruptly as a gaggle of friends popped into the picture. We all talked for a moment, and then it would start again.
Seventh year. Lucius was there—kissing me on the cheek. I'd giggle and turn in my arms to kiss him full on.
I smiled at traced Lucius' features, the tears falling freely now. A blast into my past, or so this seemed.
The next picture was me on my wedding day, looking lost and scared, but staring at Lucius with utter devotion.
Next was me holding Draco and kissing him over and over again and crying.
Afterwards was a picture of Draco going to Hogwarts, looking a lot like I had on my first day. Next was, stuck in there with the pictures, Draco's first letter home. I traced the words, sobbing.
I turned the page with finality. Draco's graduation. We certainly didn't like to take too many pictures. It was a made-up graduation—Hogwarts had forever lost my boy after his mad seventh year.
The next was Draco and Astoria. I remembered the dress—it was the night we met her. They were looking at each other with such love that I couldn't believe I hadn't realized it before; they were meant to be.
Next was their wedding. I gasped when I saw Draco—he had tears in his beautiful eyes. I hadn't realized that? Oh, yes—I'd been crying too hard myself.
After that were pictures upon pictures of the wedding and the reception. I skipped over many of them—they didn't interest me. I could still clearly remember the wedding, and besides, they all looked the same.
The next was of a screaming Scorpius. He must have been newborn. I could tell it was I who held him—my red fingernails were clutched so tightly in the picture there was no mistaking it.
There were so many more pictures of Scorpius I won't bore you with the details.
As my son and his wife walked in, I gasped.
"What is it, Mum?" asked Draco, going to kiss me.
I smiled at him and wiped my eyes.
"Draco! Astoria. So good to see you two. It's this." And I showed him the album.
The picture was of all of us—Lucius, Draco, Astoria, Scorpius, and I.
It was Scorpius'—fifth Christmas, I think.
Speak of the devil, because just then Scorpius and Lily came in.
"Grandmum! Mum! Dad!" Scorpius greeted. He hugged his mum, shook Draco's hand, and kissed me.
"Lily, Scorpius. I've missed you two! And how is my little pumpkin?" I leaned down and put a hand on Lily's slightly swelled belly. She was still quite skinny, but I could already see my great-grandchild in her arms.
She laughed and hugged me. "Hullo, Grandmum. Your little pumpkin is doing so well—I'm proud of him!"
"Oh, I am so glad it's a him, Lily. Carry on the family name!"
"Grandmum, Lily might not be right!"
They'd wanted it to be a surprise.
"Believe me, Scorpius, she is. Women know these things." His mother grinned cheekily at him and went to hug Lily.
"I wanted you two to see this. Look—that's Lucius, Lily, your granddad-in-law! And see—there's our baby Scorpius. Draco—you look so young. And there's you, Astoria. Smiling so much—you were so proud of our little boy! Remember how well-mannered he was that day? He wanted to scream and jump up and down, we could all tell, but he didn't."
Lily pinched Scorpius' cheek and he laughed. "Don't pinch my cheek, my little wife."
"I am not yours, and I will pinch you're cheek whenever I want to!" said Lily teasingly. She giggled as he grabbed her and tickled her for a moment, and then kissed her.
"Ahem," I said.
They looked up and laughed. "Sorry, Mrs. Old-Fashioned!" joked my grandson.
I looked back at the picture—Draco holding Astoria tightly and Lucius holding me, kissing my forehead. Scorpius smiling angelically, his hair tousled from the mad games he and Lucius played. I looked up at the man before me an tears once again sprang into my eyes.
I was so old.
Lucius was gone.
Scorpius was married.
I'd soon me a Great-Grandmum.
I thought back to my First Year picture.
Oh, this long and winding road I've traveled.
Oh the whole, I like where I've ended up—Paradise.
A/N: Thanks 1,000 times to: Pinky Green, Kyota-chan, lalababee, Weird and Happy, Time Vortex, rentharrypotterfan808, Bad Mum, hondagirl, stella8h8chang, The Original Hufflepuff, Avindara Nirvene. Most of you stuck with me the WHOLE story, and I love you SO much for that!
You all are now my favorite people in the world!! Also, SO many shout-outs go to the AMAZING Time Vortex for beta-ing this for me. You are a saint! xD Also, I want to say thanks SO much to Huffie (TheOriginalHufflepuff) for setting this challenge, even though it's 2 months late! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!