Title: Worthy of knowing
Rating: G/PG
Summary: Narcissa lies to the Dark Lord in the Forbidden Forest. These are her thoughts in those moments.
Words: 500
A/N: This is in response to tabitha666 prompt "Her thoughts as she lies to Voldemort about Harry's death". I hope you like it and I'd love to know what you all think.

When the green light knocks back the young body my breath leaves my chest in such a painful burst I almost cry out. The crumpled form is all I can look at. The boy looks so small, when moments ago he looked so brave, larger than life almost.

Beside me I feel movement. Cloaks swishing across the forest floor and I hear murmurs, anxious and unsure. I peer quickly out the corner of my eye and see my sister bent down beside the Dark Lord's head. He's lying on the floor, the blast of his spell appearing to have knocked him off his feet. I feel a brief moment of satisfaction before the grief for the child washes over me again.

I hear the Dark Lord stir and banish Bellatrix from his side as he stands up. I am no longer the only one staring at Harry Potter's body, broken and still. I think of Draco, inside the castle scared and alone, or... no, I couldn't think of that.

The Dark Lord says something and I suddenly feel a fresh spike of pain only slightly sharper than the thought of Draco's death. But only slightly. As I open my eyes I see that I have landed on my knees. Everyone is waiting for me to check the boy, check to ensure he is definitely dead.

I feel bile in my throat as I step shakily towards the small figure. He is so still, his skin pale and his eyes closed behind those pretty eyes. My own eyes flicker to Lucius who's thin, lined face reminds me so much of Draco's. The blonde hair lank but still so soft. I remember combing my fingers through my darling son's hair when I held him to me. I would give anything to feel that again.

I kneel down beside Potter's body and gently place my hand inside his muggle top. The skin is cold but still soft. As my palm flattens against that smooth chest I hold my breath, and then, I feel it. A strong, steady heartbeat. I feel my neck heat and I lower myself down towards his face, soft breath fanning my cheek.

As quietly and as surreptitiously as I can manage I whisper the question burning inside of me.

"Draco... is he alive?"

I feel the heartbeat speed slightly before a soft and gentle, "Yes."

I feel my fingers claw quickly and I realise my fingernails must be cutting into the young boy's skin. The boy my Draco's age. I want to soothe the pain this child must be feeling but I now know what I must do.

I stand shakily and my knees feel unsteady. I look straight into the red, evil eyes of the Dark Lord. My darling Draco is waiting for me, needing me to be strong. Awaiting Harry Potter to fulfil his destiny and save us all.

I open my mouth and I feel the dryness catch in my throat.

"He is dead, my Lord."