"I believe we are in need of a new heir."

Absolute silence rang through Malfoy Manour as Narcissa Malfoy's heart nearly stopped. Her mouth felt dry as she tried desperately to convince herself that she had misheard, that her husband would not be so cruel. Her breath caught, her tongue feeling heavy and useless as if it was coated with lead. She sat still as stone, staring at Lucius as he casually cut his steak. The silverware made soft clinks against the china plates. The noise sounded much too loud to her ears, enveloping her completely as if she was drowning in it. Lucius slipped the meat between his lips, redness of the meat looking sickening against his pale lips. Narcissa's stomach lurched and with a start she breathed deeply, her hands trembling. Her knife clinked continuously onto her plate due to her shaking fingers, drawing the attention of her husband. Lucius blinked calmly and looked up from his plate, regarding her coolly with barely concealed distaste.

"He has performed no magic as of yet. It is almost as if he is a squib." Lucius said irritably, his voice sharp and his lips curling in disgust. "It is shameful. He is not suited for the Malfoy name. It is best that we have him disposed of now before anyone takes any real notice. He is young enough for people to believe he has died of Dragon Pox so I believe that is what we will tell the public."

Narcissa took short gasps of breath from her mouth trying to calm herself. She felt as if she were drowning.

"Narcissa." Lucius breathed slowly, her name sounding casual, tender even. However Narcissa froze as she noticed the annoyance laced between the words. She dropped her knife as if it had burned her, clasping her shaking hands together in her lap. She pursed her lips tightly. Lucius raised an eyebrow in her direction. "What troubles you my sweet?"

Narcissa said nothing, her eyes trained on the onyx wood of the dining room table. Warm liquid pooled in her grey eyes as she attempted to breathe through her constricting lungs. She ignored the pain of her well-manicured nails digging into her palms, her knuckles slowly whitening. She flinched as her husband's pale hand reached out for her, recoiling into her chair. Lucius's eyes narrowed as his lipped thinned in impatience. He forcefully tilted Narcissa's chin up to face him his eyes flashing with anger.

Narcissa stared into her husband's stormy eyes for a moment, quavering in fear. She dropped her gaze submissively causing her husband to smirk with triumph. He dropped his hand from her chin and returned to his dinner.

"It is decided then we shall drop the boy off tonight, and set up his body in the morning. The funeral will be next week." Lucius said dismissively as he cut into his steak.

Narcissa felt cold as if the blood in her veins had been replaced with ice. She opened her mouth to object but all that came out was hollow air, as if her own voice had deserted her.

No! She screamed, the word echoing loudly in her head. Please!

A sudden cry rang out and Narcissa jumped. The yell dwindled down to quiet sobs and Narcissa heart clenched painfully. She gave her husband a wary glance, her heart racing in fear. She slowly began to get up from the table, her expensive robes swishing around her feet elegantly. Before she was even half way out of her chair Lucius caught her wrist his eyes stormy with anger. Narcissa froze, holding her breathe in panic. There was silence for a moment as Lucius studied her.

"Where do you believe you're going?" He asked slowly. Narcissa swallowed gently, tears stinging her eyes. She hesitated for a moment, however her husband's hand clenching painfully on her wrist prompted her to speak.

"The child is crying Lucius…" She said slowly her voice shaking. Lucius scoffed.

"The squib's pathetic nightmares should hold no meaning to you now." Lucius spat angrily. His nostrils flared before he composed himself, his features now impassive as he let go of his wife's now bruised wrist. "Sit down Narcissa and finish you dinner."

Narcissa stared at her husband, the man she had convinced herself that she loved for several years. Her breath came in quick gasps as her sons cries rang through the halls. At the sound of her child's whimpers dying down helplessly Narcissa Malfoy finally snapped.

"No." Narcissa said firmly. Lucius froze; his fork paused halfway to his lips. He was still for a few moments before slowly putting his fork down onto his plate with a soft clank. He turned to his wife, his eyes cold.

"Excuse me?" Lucius asked coolly. Narcissa stood up straight, inclining her chin haughtily as she let the pride of the Black name flow through her for the first time in years.

"I refuse Mr. Malfoy. I also refuse to give you a new heir. I absolutely refuse to allow you dominate me the way you have the past ten years and with the very life of me I refuse,"Narcissa shouted the last vehemently, spittle flying from her lips. "To let you dispose of my son! He is my son and I will be damned if you touch a hair on his head you monster! Even if he is a squib, even if he never performs a single spell in his life, he does and always will mean something to me. Something more than you could ever mean to me Lucius, by any stretch of the imagination!"

Narcissa gasped quietly, trembling from her outburst. Fear and adrenaline pulsed through her veins as she gathered the ends of her lovely robes into her shaking hands, looking everywhere but at her husband. She heard the cries of her son once again and felt her heart lurch. Turning without thinking she ran to the nursery, pulling the door open quickly and running to her child's bedside. She knelt by his bed, gently stroking back his sweaty hair and murmuring comforts to him. As she soothed him he slowly began to fall back asleep, his eyes closing slowly and his breath evening out. Narcissa felt her shoulders relax, as the tight feeling in her chest began to loosen.

Now Narcissa Malfoy nee Black was many things. Bigoted. Pretentious. Venomous. But one thing she was not and planned to never be was a fool.

So as Narcissa Malfoy stroked the hair of her only and first child she murmured a spell. Without her wand and with only her words and will Narcissa whispered to her son, tears streaming down her cheeks. She studied the tearful, confused child's face, remembering the curve of his chubby little cheeks and the point of his tiny little nose. She put everything she had into that spell, all the heart and will she had as a mother she ingrained in those words. And finally when the spell ended Narcissa Malfoy let go.

For she knew that was the last time she would ever see her son.

Taking a shaking breath she heard the footsteps of her husband outside the nursery and she steeled herself for what was to come. Tightening her son's blanket's around his body she stroked back his hair from his face, kissing his damp forehead one last time before rising delicately and rearranging her robes.

As she turned to face him Narcissa did what she hated most but had practiced for years in the presence of this man. She pretended to be the fool she was not.

"I am leaving you Lucius. I am taking Draco and we are going to live with my sister Andromeda. I will send you both the divorce and custody papers by owl." She avoided his eyes as she spoke, her voice firm and strong. She did not flinch when she heard him step closer. For as nervous as she pretended to be, she knew what was coming. She swallowed before looking up to take one last look at the man she had tricked herself into loving.

Narcissa's stared at the point of the wand with a steady gaze, letting her eyes rise to meet those of her husband's. There was no use in feigning shock now. Her husband was much too angry to notice her calm.

"Goodbye Lucius." She whispered her voice almost inaudible. And in the very corners of her mind she whispered words that even the greatest of Legilimens could not pry from her.

Goodbye my Draco.

"I am sorry about this Narcissa dear. Really. Obliviate!" Lucius said vehemently.

Narcissa Malfoy expected to die, not to forget all memories she ever had of her son. Now, as she screamed, her voice echoing through Malfoy Manour and her heart breaking, she knew that this was much, much worse.

Lucius Malfoy's nostrils flared as he stared angrily at his son's sleeping form. His wife lay unconscious on the floor, and he stepped over her form swiftly. He growled at the sight of the boy's tear-stained face, staring at him with disgust. Lucius looked away from the child quickly, searching the room for a moment before spotting his son's bedside lamp. It was a light blue ceramic lamp with flying boats painted on the surface in water colour. It was beautiful and his wife had spent weeks during her pregnancy molding and painting the lamp for the new coming child.

He blasted the thing with a well-aimed reducto.

Draco awoke with a startled scream, spotting his father instantly. The boy's small feet slid desperately along the sheets in attempt to get as far away from his father as possible as he began to scream in fear at the sight of his father's wand. The child's screams rang through Lucius' ears as the boy began to sob in panic, calling for his mother hysterically. Lucius noticed a small cut on the boy's cheek, liking a slice from the broken ceramic. Lucius felt a surge of satisfaction.

Less than what the squib deserves. He thought to himself.

Lucius did nothing, merely staring at the face of his offspring with distaste.

"Be quiet." Lucius says tonelessly. Instantly Draco shuts his mouth, tears slipping down his face silently. He covers his mouth with his small hands, staring at his father through watery grey eyes. The boy hesitated a moment, staring at the man unsurely.

"F…Father? W…where is mum? Sh-sh-she was just here..." the boys voice squeaked softly. Lucius's features pinched in disgust at the shaking child. He sneered at his son, feeling satisfaction in the young boys flinch. Feeling no need to speak, Lucius merely stepped to the side, revealing the unconscious Narcissa behind him. Draco's screams started anew as he clambered as far away from his father as he could quite possibly get, falling off the bed in the process.

Lucius sighed impatiently, stepping around the bed quickly. Before Draco could even run Lucius grabbed his son, fisting his hand into his white blonde hair. He ignored the child's cry of pain, yanking the boy up roughly as he apparated.

Draco's body was thrown roughly to the ground, the pain in his skull increasing as his head bounced against the dark pavement. He gasped desperately in agony, staring up at his father in child-like confusion as the man took a step away from his crumpled body, dusting his hands together as if to rid them of dirt.

He tried to speak but his voice twisted into a cry as tears began to leak from his eyes. Swallowing, he recognized the metallic taste of blood. He had bitten his tongue during the fall. His body shook with silent sobs as his voice lay caught in his throat. His father sneered at him, his hatred palpable. He felt something wet and slimy sliding down his cheek and vaguely realized through his blurred eyes that his father had spit on him.

"You dirty, useless, worthless squib. You do not deserve the name Malfoy. Die here and spare me the shame of having to claim you as my heir." His father said venomously. Draco saw stars as his father's boot connected with his head. He felt warm blood spilling into his eye as the skin swelled. He breathed shallowly as the world began to darken around him. Before Draco could recover Lucius gave him a merciless kick to the rub, followed by three more just to rid himself of anger. Draco's mouth was open in a silent scream as his body was set on fire. He breathed in shallow hitches as the pain consumed him. Draco watched his father dust off his robes and prepare to apparate. He could not help but frantically reach a hand out to try to grab onto his father's trousers despite the pain overwhelming him.

"F…ther…" Draco attempted weakly. Lucius merely sneered again and stabbing his infamous cane into the boy's palm.

"Filth." Lucius said coldly over the boy's shouts of pain before lifting his staff and apparating away with a pop. All that was left in his place was the silence of the dark night and four year old Draco Malfoy's small gasps of pain. Draco laid there, for longer than he could count, feeling as if his breaths got shorter with each inhale, as if the pain was taken over him. The corners of his vision began to darken, the darkness closing in on him. As little Draco Malfoy died he thought of his mother. How kind she was. How beautiful she was. He thought of her voice. Of the way her fingers felt when they ran through his hair. Of the way she smelt. Draco thought to himself as his breathing slowed to a near stop that his mum didn't deserve to die. She was too nice to die, little Draco thought. As Draco had his last thoughts, the thoughts of dying little boy who just wanted his mum, his skin glowed a dull white.

And the pain was gone.

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