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Narcissa Militant	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17885 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Thank you again for all the reviews! This is the last part of Narcissa Tournamental, but the series will continue after this.
Part Five
Narcissa landed and immediately turned to the side. She hit something made of stone with her hip, but even that was useful, as telling her where one obstacle was. She immediately looked around.
They had landed at the edge of a graveyard. A Muggle one, to judge from the unwavering inscriptions on the stones and the lack of defensive spells Narcissa could sense. She stepped to the side and wrapped the shadows around her.
“Narcissa!”
Severus might hiss and snarl, but he ought to be grateful to her for getting out of the way and not endangering him by remaining near him. Narcissa could see the bubbling, hissing cauldron in the center of the graveyard, next to a crumbling headstone. At least three cloaked figures hovered around it, firing spells at—
A smaller, lithe, dodging figure. Two other dark figures lay motionless on the ground. And something thrashed in swaddling clothes at the Death Eaters’ feet.
Narcissa smiled. Harry had done well so far to avoid getting Stunned or otherwise incapacitated. But she knew his luck would run out at any moment. She made her way quickly through the growing dusk towards the battle. Severus lingered behind her as if he wasn’t sure which side he wanted to join.
An opinion that seems to often plague him, Narcissa thought, and managed to refrain from rolling her eyes, although it was a near thing. Severus would have to choose his side after this, and he would regret it if he chose to oppose her and Harry.
Harry hurled a knife at one of the Death Eaters, distracting him, and followed that up with a strong leap and roll that carried him behind the protection of a mausoleum decorated with winged humans. Narcissa paused herself. The Death Eaters were conferring between each other, and as much as Narcissa wanted to let Harry know she was here, she thought what they wanted might be important.
“He wants to be resurrected using the boy’s blood,” one of them said, in what sounded like a protesting voice.
“But if we can’t catch him, then we can’t use his blood,” said another, folding his arms and shivering a little. “We need our Lord. He can tell us how he wants to deal with the brat. Let’s use someone else’s blood.”
“And how are we going to do the ritual, Yaxley?” demanded one of the others, and almost stomped his foot. “The ritual needs the blood of an enemy! I hope you’re not suggesting that any of us are enemies of our Lord…?”
The chorus of hasty denials that arose made Narcissa melt backwards. She knew what ritual they were using, now. And she knew that she could not let Harry’s blood, or skin, or any other part of him, be used in it.
The Death Eaters seemed to have come to the opposite decision. They were spreading out now, to be able to get on either side of the mausoleum. All of them carried their wands openly, and Narcissa could hear them beginning to mutter nastier spells than Stunners under their breaths.
Then they need to die, Narcissa thought calmly, and raised her wand. She could cast some powerful spells nonverbally, and that was what she did. The black fog that rushed out of her wand immediately swarmed two of the Death Eaters.
Savage screams emerged from inside the cloud, followed by frightened ones, and then the crunching of bone and the flying of blood. When the cloud dissipated, there were only fragments of skin and some white splinters left.
The other Death Eaters stepped back as one. “There’s someone else besides the boy here!” one of them quavered.
What geniuses you are, Narcissa thought, and glided to a new vantage point. She would have liked to tell Harry she was there, but he might be able to figure it out anyway. She had shown him the Pseudo-Obscurial Curse, although Harry hadn’t managed to want to kill someone strongly enough yet to use it.
She ended up behind a small headstone, aiming her wand at another Death Eater’s ankles. When she incanted the spell, all the bones in his legs snapped. He fell over screaming and waving his arms, and Harry took advantage of the distraction.
With another hurled knife, he darted out from his hiding space and ran straight towards a golden gleam in the distance. The cup that brought him here, Narcissa thought, shading her eyes to see. He probably hoped that it had been enchanted as a two-way Portkey, and he could use it to escape.
Narcissa could hope the same thing, but she did not survive on hope. She threw a knife of her own, scratching the arm of the nearest Death Eater and forcing him to retreat, and then headed quietly after Harry.
Something reared up in front of him and tugged him down, though. Narcissa managed to see that it was an enormous, shadowy serpent with glowing eyes and snapping fangs. It coiled around Harry and imprisoned his arms as he fought to reach a weapon or his wand.
Narcissa cast a spell without slowing down. The Internal Inferno Curse would burn the serpent from the inside out, but wouldn’t harm anything or anyone that it held. She only had to—
The spell caught as a flicker of fire on the snake’s tail and then died out. Narcissa was so startled that she stumbled. The serpent flung its head around and hissed at her, the enormous tail scraping back and forth in the grass.
Harry sprang free, but he turned around and stood facing them instead of retreating. Narcissa hissed at him as well as she could when she was neither a snake nor a Parselmouth, but Harry only set his stubborn little jaw and stood there looking as if he would actually continue the battle.
I will have to have a talk with him about this later, Narcissa thought, and backed up slowly as the snake slithered towards her, feeling behind her with one foot to kick small stones out of the way. For a moment, it occurred to her that she could only have that talk with Harry if both of them survived, but she dismissed the notion impatiently. What was the point of thinking about things that would not happen?
The snake hissed again. Harry went still and stared with wide eyes. Narcissa twisted out of the way of a complicated strike that had started off feinting towards the left.
“She says—she says that she’s a weapon of her master, and you can’t destroy her,” Harry muttered, his voice shaking a little. He paused to recover, and added, “And that you’re a foolish human, but I think that part’s less important.”
A weapon—like the diary?
Narcissa lifted one small shoulder in a shrug. She supposed it explained the way that her spell had utterly failed to harm the snake. But, right now, that was less important than surviving. She had already decided that one strike from the serpent’s fangs would mean she was unlikely to live.
The serpent turned back towards Harry, as if she thought him more of a threat now that she knew he was a Parselmouth. Narcissa cast a spell at her, scorching the ground. She had thought of a way to render the serpent harmless for a time if she was indeed like the diary.
When the snake swung around, towering into the air and opening her mouth so that her fangs shot out, Narcissa Transfigured her into a book. The book flopped to the ground, bound in scaled leather and flipping its pages in agitation. Hissing emerged from their turning noise.
Narcissa nodded. Changing the diary into something else with the potion had worked, and even though this looked to be temporary, it would allow them to escape.
She circled around the book and seized Harry’s arm, hauling him close. “Come. We must—”
A Slicing Spell caught her along the arm. Narcissa grimaced and tugged her sleeve down. Very well, she should have been watching the other Death Eaters around her as well, and not concentrating so intensely on the snake or Harry’s battle with it.
Another spell struck her arm, but this one only pulled some blood from the cut and sent it streaming in a long rush towards the cauldron. Narcissa narrowed her eyes as she watched the blood sink into the water. They must be so desperate for blood of the enemy that they’d use mine not even knowing who I am.
A shape moved near them, and Narcissa nearly threw a curse before it resolved itself into Severus. “I must stay and see what happens next,” he breathed to her, shaking his head at the cut on her arm but reserving most of his attention for Harry. “You should go, though. They haven’t put up anti-Apparition spells yet.”
“They don’t think Harry knows how to Apparate,” Narcissa said, and nodded. “But you should come with us.”
“No. I have to spy—”
“For who or what?” Narcissa felt a little satisfaction as a very old suspicion of Lucius’s was confirmed, that Severus had indeed been spying on the Death Eaters. “Dumbledore is dead, and I don’t think the resistance that will be forming to the Dark Lord’s return needs a spy. I have my own ways of watching him.”
Severus stared at her with eyes nearly as wide as the ones he’d shown when he knelt before her in her disguise as “Lily Potter.” Then he shook his head. “That can’t possibly be right—”
“It is right.” Narcissa turned her back and raised a Shield Charm as another Death Eater launched a curse at her. “Now, unless you desire to witness the return of the Dark Lord or the transformation of his snake for some reason, come with us.”
Harry had remained still in her grip, but he tilted his head back now and gave Severus a skeptical glance. It seemed to be all that Severus needed to realize that he was being ridiculous. He glared back and began to run with them towards an even larger mausoleum than the one Harry had hidden behind. They would need shelter for the concentration necessary to Apparate.
There was a whumping sound behind them, and Narcissa glanced over her shoulder. She did want to see what the resurrected Dark Lord looked like, even if she wouldn’t be facing him for some time.
He was pale and skeletally thin as he climbed out of the cauldron, and a thin swirl of pale hair clung around his face, but only on the sides of his head, so that the middle remained bald. His fingernails seemed to curve like her own did when she was playing the part of Malfoy matron revered by society. His eyes were visible even from this distance, red as her blood had been while he stared across the distance. His serpent, herself again, curled at his feet and hissed in agitation. Narcissa shook her head. She knew that even those eyes couldn’t pierce the shadow spell she had wrapped herself in.
But he seemed to see Harry well enough. He hissed something in Parseltongue that had Harry choking and stumbling over his feet.
They ducked behind the mausoleum, and Narcissa seized Harry’s arm and hauled him close. She grabbed Severus with the other and then concentrated as hard as she could, wrapping her wandless magic around her. In seconds, they’d Apparated back to the spot outside the gates where she and Severus had taken off from.
They stood there for a second, panting. It was almost intolerably different, in the slanting beams of this sunset, from the one they’d fled.
Narcissa turned to Harry. He nodded to her, knowing what she wanted to hear, and muttered, "He said that I was going to die and he would use all my blood to feed his snake.”
“Well.” Narcissa smoothed her hand down Harry’s arm. “That just shows that he’s not very intelligent. I was the one who caused all the trouble for him this evening, so you’d think he’d be threatening to feed me to the snake.”
Severus choked. Narcissa looked at him and raised a commanding eyebrow. He shifted a step, then gave a tense nod.
“Harry, please go ahead and find Draco,” Narcissa said. “And don’t tell him the truth until you’re alone and you’ve put up those spells I showed you over the Easter holiday. If anyone asks before then, just act in shock and say I managed to find you and rescue you from Aurora.” In truth, she had not seen Aurors anywhere in the graveyard. She would find her, of course. It would simply take a bit longer.
Harry nodded, a dazed expression on his face. Then he flung his arms around her waist and held on. Narcissa stroked his hair, and heard the low sound of him fighting back against his own sobs.
Then he pulled away and ran towards the school. Having something to do right now, orders to obey, would soften the blow. Narcissa watched him go, and silently increased the number of people she would find vengeance on.
She finally sighed and turned to Severus. He was staring at her with much the same expression as he had been before. She gestured towards the darkness of the road to Hogsmeade. “Walk with me.”
He did, his steps tense and his hand always on his wand. Narcissa nodded to his left arm. “How much pain will the Mark give you if you don’t answer the summons?”
Severus’s eyes twisted up. “Enough,” he said, voice clipped. “You could ask Lucius that question.”
“Oh, I could, but I also invented a potion that will deaden the pain,” Narcissa said, shrugging. It couldn’t remove the Mark completely, which was part of the reason she had never introduced it to any other Death Eaters. But it would keep her husband from feeling as if his arm was being seared off.
Severus jerked to a stop and stood staring at her. Narcissa tilted her head in inquiry. “What?”
“How could you do that? I am a Potions genius and have found no solution.”
“There are things that are a matter of discipline, training, and books in the Black library,” Narcissa said. She felt a shimmer of relief move through her. This was a simpler solution than the Memory Charm or curse she had been thinking would be necessary to make Severus “forget” what he’d seen tonight. “I will give you the recipe if you will swear never to mention to anyone what you saw in the graveyard.”
Severus paused. Then he turned so that his back was to the gates and the crowd clustered around Harry—so no one could read his lips, Narcissa noted approvingly—and fixed his gaze on her. “You offer me the recipe instead of some of the potion you have brewed yourself?”
“You would not trust what I had made and want to brew your own in any case. I am setting up a trade that will not waste the time of either of us.”
A scant second later, Severus inclined his head. He had an odd, twisted sort of smile, but he chose to use it now. “What am I say if someone connected to the media asks me for reports?”
Narcissa paused a moment before she answered. It was likely that the Ministry, and perhaps others, would cast doubts on Harry’s word, just as they had on his statement that he hadn’t put his name in the Goblet of Fire.
Then again, she had her own plans for dealing with those who were disrespectful to her foster son.
“You may say what you please,” she said, “as long as you do not reveal the truth.” Her eyes darted to Severus’s left arm and back. He would not want to mention, or at least not focus attention on, the fact that he had the Dark Mark anyway. “And as long as you do not mention me being there in any way.”
“Agreed, Narcissa.” Severus paused, his lips pursed. “I find myself wondering how much of Lucius’s success in the Ministry and socially is your success.”
“Do continue to wonder,” Narcissa told him coolly, and turned away. “I understand that it builds healthy connections in the brain.”
She crossed through the gates and into the small crowd of people knotted around Harry and Draco, scattering them effortlessly. Harry, his arm around Draco’s shoulders, looked up at her.
He was a raw fourteen-year-old in that moment, not a raw assassin. Narcissa knelt down in front of him and gathered him close. “Shhh,” she whispered. “I understand. And I will keep my promises. All of them. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Most of those listening would believe it was a simple platitude to a child, the kind of thing any grieving mother might utter without being able to keep the promise. Harry met her eyes, and reached out, and held on.
Draco did the same thing from the other side a moment later.
Narcissa held them.
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staar: Hey, of course Narcissa and Harry will succeed. Narcissa would not allow anything else.
SickPuppy: Well, they didn't manage to prevent Voldemort from getting resurrected, but at least it was okay in the end!
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