HP - And He Who is Last Shall Be First
Does anybody have either Ray LaMontagne's 'Three More Days' or Roxette's 'Knockin' On Every Door'? I know. Way to be on opposite ends of the scale.
Today is turning out to be a profoundly shitastic day. Wow.
I dreamt this up at 6:40 this morning when I was supposed to be running. It was prolly better when I was in bed. This is based on a set of fandom Post Secrets I did earlier in the year.
Harry Potter
Narcissa. Lucius. Draco. Gen.
PG (disturbing themes)
And He Who is Last Shall Be First
Nero Octavius Black Malfoy was born at 3:33 in the afternoon on the 4th of June in 1974, just in time for afternoon tea, because his father hated anything that interrupted his afternoon scones.
Narcissa's pregnancy had been an extraordinarily easy one, and Nero's birth was just as easy.
Entirely too easy for anything associated with a Malfoy.
Narcissa watched Lucius with their son, a bright pink mass of waving fists, gurgling noises, and a crown of pitch black hair much like Narcissa's hair had been before she became a Malfoy.
All Malfoys had to look the same, even if they had to be constructed to do so.
Upon his entry into the world, Nero hadn't even cried. He just sputtered a bit, wriggling for the mid-wife and then again in his father's arms as Lucius considered him curiously. "You've done well," he said imperiously to his wife, before handing Nero off to someone else.
Narcissa was entirely too shattered to deal with her husband and just held her arms out for her son. She had waited her entire life to be a mother; she would make right what had been wrong for her.
Nero was an excellent baby. Bright, attentive, terribly curious, and prone to yanking out bits of your hair when the Elf nurse brought him down to be inspected before bed.
On Nero's first birthday, and in the presence of the entire Black clan and the Dark Lord, Lucius put his wand in his son's tiny curled fist and waited for something to happen.
Nothing happened.
And more of nothing happened.
Nero tapped the wand on the floor, tapped it on the wall, and then dropped it on the parquet, preferring to totter over to grip at his mother's diaphanous robes.
Under her husband's narrowed eyes, Narcissa smoothed her son's unruly black hair, and went back to conversing with her sister about the horrors of the ginger-haired Weasley clan and how Molly Prewitt had debased her entire family.
The next morning, the nursing Elf awoke Narcissa in something of a state. She kept wailing and smashing her head against the wall.
In the nursery, Narcissa couldn't even bring herself to touch her son's limp body. She just blinked over and over and over again. Her son had not had blond hair the night before, and now that he was gone, Nero's hair was as bright as Lucius' own.
The doctor gave her a sedative and put her to bed.
She didn't get up again for three weeks.
Alexandria Hypatia Black Malfoy was born on the 24th of December in 1976.
The pregnancy had not been a smooth one. Despite the best of medications and the attentions of a cadre of doctors, Narcissa had spent most of her nine months in bed.
She was tired all the time.
The abortion had refused to take.
She already had a son.
His death was just a temporary state.
The only occasions Narcissa left her room were to venture into the garden to put the sacrificial baby birds, ground-up rose petals, and arsenic on Nero's gravestone.
Regardless, Alexandria pushed her way into the world first thing in the morning when her mother would've preferred to be answering her correspondence over tea. It was fine for Lucius's tea not to be interrupted, but clearly her own schedule was not as important to this child.
They would have to discuss that.
When Alexandria was born, Narcissa took one look at the bright mop of white gold hair and turned her back on the squalling child. It was a she and not a he, and clearly something had gone wrong with the spell if this was not Nero reincarnated.
Someone would have to die.
Despite Narcissa's best efforts, Lucius took to Alexandria as though he had given birth to her himself. He doted on her ceaslessly, bringing her toys and brooms and baby unicorns still smeared in their mother's silver blood.
The first time Alexandria's shattered the chandelier with her screams, Lucius sent out sixty-eight boxes of the rarest Firewhiskey to his closest Death Eater cohorts.
This child was no Squib; Narcissa took matters into her own hands.
On the first day of summer, Alexandria's body was found floating in the fountain in the garden along with that of her pet unicorn and her wet nurse.
Narcissa had always said Biddy was unnaturally attached to Alexandria.
Augustus was stillborn. There was nothing anyone could do.
On the first anniversary of his birth, Narcissa and Lucius declared a truce of sorts.
They were the last of a dying breed. There was a war coming. There would be no dynasty -- it was too late for that -- but they would try once more.
Draco Phineas Black Malfoy was born on the 18th of June in the year of the Monkey.
According to the Chinese zodiac, the Monkey child was skillful at flattery and extremely good at playing up to your weaknesses. It also said that the incorrigible Monkey will always get what he is after.
Unlike his predecessors, Draco's birth was an extremely long and arduous process. At more than one point, Narcissa demanded that they simply cut the child out, because this natural business was simply too much work. She was a modern woman and these were modern times; she saw no reason why she had to be pregnant at all when there were perfectly good surrogates who could go through all the hassle without Narcissa being forced to spread her legs and push.
And yet, push Narcissa did for close to thirty whole minutes, and when Draco finally made his way into the world, kicking and screaming the entire time, Narcissa felt a profound sense of finality and accomplishment.
Despite Draco's extremely red and wrinkled state, and the absence of even one hair upon his head, his first cry cracked the mirror in Narcissa's bed chamber. This was power, there was no mistake, and even Lucius could not find fault with this son.
Not this time.
Regardless of whatever else happened, this would be the last Malfoy Narcissa Black would bring into the world.
She would have to make sure that he survived.
-end-
Today is turning out to be a profoundly shitastic day. Wow.
I dreamt this up at 6:40 this morning when I was supposed to be running. It was prolly better when I was in bed. This is based on a set of fandom Post Secrets I did earlier in the year.
Harry Potter
Narcissa. Lucius. Draco. Gen.
PG (disturbing themes)
And He Who is Last Shall Be First
Nero Octavius Black Malfoy was born at 3:33 in the afternoon on the 4th of June in 1974, just in time for afternoon tea, because his father hated anything that interrupted his afternoon scones.
Narcissa's pregnancy had been an extraordinarily easy one, and Nero's birth was just as easy.
Entirely too easy for anything associated with a Malfoy.
Narcissa watched Lucius with their son, a bright pink mass of waving fists, gurgling noises, and a crown of pitch black hair much like Narcissa's hair had been before she became a Malfoy.
All Malfoys had to look the same, even if they had to be constructed to do so.
Upon his entry into the world, Nero hadn't even cried. He just sputtered a bit, wriggling for the mid-wife and then again in his father's arms as Lucius considered him curiously. "You've done well," he said imperiously to his wife, before handing Nero off to someone else.
Narcissa was entirely too shattered to deal with her husband and just held her arms out for her son. She had waited her entire life to be a mother; she would make right what had been wrong for her.
Nero was an excellent baby. Bright, attentive, terribly curious, and prone to yanking out bits of your hair when the Elf nurse brought him down to be inspected before bed.
On Nero's first birthday, and in the presence of the entire Black clan and the Dark Lord, Lucius put his wand in his son's tiny curled fist and waited for something to happen.
Nothing happened.
And more of nothing happened.
Nero tapped the wand on the floor, tapped it on the wall, and then dropped it on the parquet, preferring to totter over to grip at his mother's diaphanous robes.
Under her husband's narrowed eyes, Narcissa smoothed her son's unruly black hair, and went back to conversing with her sister about the horrors of the ginger-haired Weasley clan and how Molly Prewitt had debased her entire family.
The next morning, the nursing Elf awoke Narcissa in something of a state. She kept wailing and smashing her head against the wall.
In the nursery, Narcissa couldn't even bring herself to touch her son's limp body. She just blinked over and over and over again. Her son had not had blond hair the night before, and now that he was gone, Nero's hair was as bright as Lucius' own.
The doctor gave her a sedative and put her to bed.
She didn't get up again for three weeks.
Alexandria Hypatia Black Malfoy was born on the 24th of December in 1976.
The pregnancy had not been a smooth one. Despite the best of medications and the attentions of a cadre of doctors, Narcissa had spent most of her nine months in bed.
She was tired all the time.
The abortion had refused to take.
She already had a son.
His death was just a temporary state.
The only occasions Narcissa left her room were to venture into the garden to put the sacrificial baby birds, ground-up rose petals, and arsenic on Nero's gravestone.
Regardless, Alexandria pushed her way into the world first thing in the morning when her mother would've preferred to be answering her correspondence over tea. It was fine for Lucius's tea not to be interrupted, but clearly her own schedule was not as important to this child.
They would have to discuss that.
When Alexandria was born, Narcissa took one look at the bright mop of white gold hair and turned her back on the squalling child. It was a she and not a he, and clearly something had gone wrong with the spell if this was not Nero reincarnated.
Someone would have to die.
Despite Narcissa's best efforts, Lucius took to Alexandria as though he had given birth to her himself. He doted on her ceaslessly, bringing her toys and brooms and baby unicorns still smeared in their mother's silver blood.
The first time Alexandria's shattered the chandelier with her screams, Lucius sent out sixty-eight boxes of the rarest Firewhiskey to his closest Death Eater cohorts.
This child was no Squib; Narcissa took matters into her own hands.
On the first day of summer, Alexandria's body was found floating in the fountain in the garden along with that of her pet unicorn and her wet nurse.
Narcissa had always said Biddy was unnaturally attached to Alexandria.
Augustus was stillborn. There was nothing anyone could do.
On the first anniversary of his birth, Narcissa and Lucius declared a truce of sorts.
They were the last of a dying breed. There was a war coming. There would be no dynasty -- it was too late for that -- but they would try once more.
Draco Phineas Black Malfoy was born on the 18th of June in the year of the Monkey.
According to the Chinese zodiac, the Monkey child was skillful at flattery and extremely good at playing up to your weaknesses. It also said that the incorrigible Monkey will always get what he is after.
Unlike his predecessors, Draco's birth was an extremely long and arduous process. At more than one point, Narcissa demanded that they simply cut the child out, because this natural business was simply too much work. She was a modern woman and these were modern times; she saw no reason why she had to be pregnant at all when there were perfectly good surrogates who could go through all the hassle without Narcissa being forced to spread her legs and push.
And yet, push Narcissa did for close to thirty whole minutes, and when Draco finally made his way into the world, kicking and screaming the entire time, Narcissa felt a profound sense of finality and accomplishment.
Despite Draco's extremely red and wrinkled state, and the absence of even one hair upon his head, his first cry cracked the mirror in Narcissa's bed chamber. This was power, there was no mistake, and even Lucius could not find fault with this son.
Not this time.
Regardless of whatever else happened, this would be the last Malfoy Narcissa Black would bring into the world.
She would have to make sure that he survived.
-end-