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Amy Narcissa Malfoy	By : dutchgirl1 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 17975 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 7: The Family

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Hermione had been living with her birth family for a week and was still trying to get used to everything; formal dinners, house elves, the manor itself, her brother and the attention from her parents, as she was used to being left alone to read. She had decorated her room with the help from her personal house elf, Dopey, the walls were a rich red tone and the bedspreads were a dark yellow, all the furniture in the room were made from mahogany. Her library had a nice big leather sofa, where she could be found all hours of the day reading, a couple of times the elves had to wake her up, seeing as she had fallen asleep on the sofa.

It didn’t take long for her to settle into a routine, she would wake up every morning at seven in the morning, shower, get dressed and then go down to eat breakfast with her family. After breakfast she would go upstairs, read until lunch time and then once again go down to eat with the family. Her afternoons were filled with walks around the garden and talks with her mother, who didn’t have to work and was fascinated with Hermione’s life. She hadn’t seen Draco or Lucius outside of the dining room, since her arrival, she knew they were trying to give her space and not scare her away, but she wanted to get to know them, seeing as they were a family.

She had written Ginny and Ron a couple of times since her arrival at the Manor, keeping them updated on the progress and changes in her life. She was planning to go to the Burrow at least one day before she went to go school, she wanted to see Mrs. Weasley and talk to her about everything that had happened. She had also written the Grangers and had promised to visit them, because she missed them and wanted to keep them in her life.

The glamour charm that her father had put on her as a baby, was still active, she wasn’t prepared to remove it yet. She had been thinking about it since she had arrived at the manor, but couldn’t bring herself to change her appearance yet. But she knew she would do it before going to Hogwarts, not only because it would make her parents happy and proud, but because she was dying of curiosity.

She was deep in thoughts, that she hadn’t heard someone knocking on the door. She almost screamed as she heard her brother call her. “Hi Draco, come in.” She was sitting in her library, with a book on her lap, which she closed as her brother came in the room.

“Our Hogwarts letters arrived, I thought you would like to read it here, instead of downstairs.” Draco gave her the letter and sat himself on the armchair, that stood across from the sofa. He knew she felt more at home in her rooms, than in the rest of the manor.

“Yes, thank you.” She opened the letter, and was surprised that it was addressed to Amy Malfoy, instead of Hermione Granger. “How did he know that I’m a Malfoy?” She had a curious expression on her face, trying to decipher this mystery.

“I think father wrote him a letter, explaining the situation. You’ll have to talk to him. But that’s not important! Did you get the Head Girl position, or not?” He asked her impatiently. She continued to read her letter and after a few seconds, nodded her head at her brother, who smiled. “I knew you would get it.” He moved slowly and embraced, whispering congratulations in her ear. “Want to go downstairs and tell mother and father?”

“Yes, we’ll go in a second, are you Head Boy? The letter didn’t say who is.”

“No, I’m not. You’ll find out in two weeks on the train. Head Boy and Girl have to share a compartment in the train.” Hermione looked shocked, as her brother told her this tidbit of information, she had read Hogwarts: A History countless times, but it hadn’t mentioned this. “Let’s go down now, mother and father will be pleased.”

Together they made their way to the sun room, where her parents were drinking their morning tea. Every time Hermione saw her mother, she was in awe of her beauty, and wondered if she was as beautiful as her mother, she had seen the portraits on the walls and knew that almost every member of the Malfoy family was beautiful and she hoped she would be too.

“Mother, father, we got our Hogwarts letters today.” Hermione never understood why Draco was always so formal towards their parents, even at home, surely it would be acceptable to show their feelings in the comforts of their own home. She saw the expectant look on her parents face and waited for Draco to continue his sentence, but seeing as he was waiting for her, she took the lead.

“I made Head Girl.” She said with a small smile on her face, she didn’t like to show off her accomplishments. Hermione was surprised when her mother almost jumped up from the sofa and hugged her, but had to smile at the gesture. Small things like hugs, made her feel more at home and she knew her mother would do everything in her power to make her feel at home.

“Congratulations sweetheart.” She heard her father, Lucius Malfoy, say. She looked at him and smiled, she had so many questions for him, things she wanted to know that her mother couldn’t and wouldn’t answer her. From the corner of her eye, she saw that Draco was now sitting on the empty sofa. Narcissa joined him there, patting on the knee, as if she was saying that it was already that he wasn’t Head Boy.

“Thank you. I was wondering if I could talk to you sometime? Preferably alone?” She looked him in the eye, daring him to say no to his only daughter. Draco looked between his father and his sister, wondering what she wanted to talk to their father alone and was surprised as his father nodded, stood up and guided his sister out of the room.

“Mother, what was that about?” He asked his mother.

“They’re going to have a father-daughter talk, that is much overdue. Tell me son, what do you think about a congratulatory dinner for Hermione? We could invite Ronald and Ginevra Weasley to join us, seeing as how they are her best friends.” Narcissa looked excited at the prospect of having a small dinner party. “We could also invite Blaise and Theodore, then they could finally meet your sister.”

“I think it’s a good idea mother, but maybe you should ask Hermione about Blaise and Theodore before you invite them, I don’t know how she feels about them, you know how terrible we Slytherins were or better yet, still are to her.” Draco was happy his sister had forgiven him for all his mistakes after the war and that they weren’t enemies when she found out, otherwise it would have been a catastrophe.

As Draco sat in the sun room he couldn’t help but think back to the war, it had happened so fast, it still surprised him every morning that it was in fact over. With Dumbledore’s help, Harry had been able to destroy the seven Horcruxes and kill the Dark Lord, after his death all the Death Eaters were arrested and sent to Azkaban to get the kiss. What surprised Draco the most, was that his father and Snape, weren’t sent to Azkaban, because Dumbledore claimed that they were spies for the Order. Since the end of the war he had wanted to talk to his father about it, but couldn’t find the courage to do it.

Whereas Draco was thinking about the past by himself, his father and sister were making their way to Lucius’s library, where they could talk privately, as she had requested. Hermione was quite nervous about the talk she was going to have with her father, even if she didn’t show it. As they reached the library, they took a seat opposite each other on armchairs. Lucius looked at his daughter, waiting for her to start talking, seeing as she wanted to talk to him and not the other way around.

“How did Professor Dumbledore know that I’m your daughter? I don’t mind, but I would like to know.”

“I went to visit him after we told you. I wanted to inform him, in case you would decide to go by Malfoy instead of Granger and he always has been a person I could confide in. I know you have a lot of questions and for once, I’m going to be completely honest with you, so ask away and if you at some point want me to take Veritaserum, I will. I want you to be able to trust me and believe me when I say this, I’ll do anything to make that happen.” Hermione hadn’t been expecting such a statement from her father, but was pleased none the less.

“Thank you for offering to take Veritaserum, but I don’t think it will be necessary. I have to admit, some questions will be quite hard to answer, but I need to know, even if I don’t really want to hear it. Why did you become a Death Eater? Why did you become a spy for the Order?” She knew these questions would be hard for him, but without his answers, she wouldn’t be able to let go of the past and accept and call him, her father.

“Both are easy answers. I became a Death Eater because it was expected of me, my father, Abraxas, was a close friend of the Dark Lord in Hogwarts, and one of his most faithful Death Eaters. I was raised to believe the same things I taught Draco and following the Dark Lord, was a natural step for me after school. I believed most of these things, until I found out your mother was pregnant, after that I wanted out, which obviously was impossible, so I became a spy instead. I knew I had to protect you and your brother and I know I didn’t do a good job of it, but I would have sacrificed my own life, to make sure you both would have a future without him in it.” He hoped his answer helped her understand him more. He wanted to able be to have a normal relationship with his daughter and not have her be afraid of him. “After you both were born, I did the best I could, to not hurt anyone. I’m sure you can remember the battle in the Department of Mysteries, I threw hexes, but none that would seriously harm anyone.”

“Yes, I remember that battle all too well, I still have the scars.” Lucius looked surprised at this revelation, he didn’t know she had been hurt during the battle. But then again, how was he supposed to know? He was sent to Azkaban right after the battle and when he came out, he hadn’t seen many Death Eaters.

“Who hurt you and what did they do?” He asked, showing concern for his daughter.

“Dolohov, he sent a nasty curse at me, I don’t really remember all that much, I only remember suffering from pain in my stomach and have the scars to remember me every day.” She had to contain her tears as she thought about the curse shot at her, she couldn’t remember what is was called but she would always remember the consequences. With moist eyes she told her father the rest. “Sadly, the scars aren’t the only thing that I carry with me because of that day. I won’t ever be able to give you grandchildren, because of Dolohov.” Lucius didn’t know how to react, he wasn’t used to seeing woman react emotionally. He stood up from his armchair, sat himself on the arm of her armchairs and hugged his daughter, trying to comfort her, without words. As Hermione felt her father’s arms around her, she began to cry, not being able to contain the tears anymore, she hadn’t told many people about the scars and the curse, not even the Grangers knew about it. Lucius knew everything would be alright, she was alive and didn’t suffer too much from the scars. He vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to help her lift this curse.
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