The Malfoys spoke openly, assuming the little one was too young to understand.
Draco was born prematurely because of a prophecy.
As a "Harry Potter" fan, I knew the stakes of that prophecy—it changed the fates of many.
Born as July ends, the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal. One must die at the hands of the other.
Upon hearing the first part of the prophecy, Lucius used a potion to induce the birth early.
Thankfully, Narcissa had always maintained her health well, and Lucius, ever the cautious husband, made sure it didn't harm her.
But the premature birth made Draco weaker and prone to constant crying, which quickly wore Narcissa down.
How could Lucius, utterly devoted to his wife, just stand by and watch?
This was the wealthy Malfoy family, after all.
With the help of a hefty sum of Gold-Galleons, a team from St Mungo's provided 24/7 care, and Draco slowly blossomed into a delightful little cherub.
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Lucius even shut out the world, skipping social obligations to care for his wife.
This changed my view of Lucius, the typically depicted schemer and coward of the original series.
He was seen as an opportunist, someone who, despite his wealth, had initially picked the wrong side.
A follower of Voldemort, he messed up everything.
He lost his notebook, which in the original stories, Harry destroyed with a basilisk fang, eliminating a Horcrux.
The crucial crystal ball shattered in a tussle with Harry, failing to complete Voldemort's assigned task.
And he deserted his post in the final battle…
But here and now, he was a dedicated husband.
He went to great lengths to keep his family safe.
I even checked Narcissa’s arm—true to the original, she bore no mark of the Death Eaters.
Her husband had created a sanctuary for her, free from any influence.
She was protected, treasured.
Who says matches in pure-blood families can't be full of love?
I envied their closeness, perhaps too obviously because Narcissa seemed to notice.
"Luke, not here... Aurora is awake..."
Lucius and I had just finished eating, and it seemed to make him hungry.
“I’ve used Muffliato, don’t worry," he reassured.
His voice deepened, filled with a magnetic pull.
He demonstrated his desire in no uncertain terms.
And I, I could only watch as he polished off the leftovers from Draco and me.
"Luke, why is Aurora still watching..." Narcissa murmured into her husband's ear.
Her arms lingered on his shoulders, a mix of invitation and resistance.
Could we have been found out?
Lucius cradled me, casting spells to scan my body.
His expression grew serious.
“Muffliato doesn’t work on Aurora... no... actually, no magic does..."
"Luke, remember the prophecy?" Narcissa's voice shook as she clung to him, visibly distraught.
"That person, he has a power the Dark Lord never had..." Lucius added slowly.