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raitala is leaving fandom. I'm a huge fan of her art and was fortunate enough to have her do an illustration for my story, Between Conspirators, which you can find here
One of my favorite's that she's done is an illustration of the scene in Deathly Hallows where Narcissa checks to see if Harry is alive. Raitala's illustration is here.
In honor of raitala, I have written a small snippet of fic using the above illustration as its reference.
A Mother's Love
H/D, EWE, 519 words
"Is Draco alive?"
For a moment, Harry wished he was dead. Maybe he could pretend?
Narcissa didn't give up so easily. "Harry, may I remind you that I can always tell when you're faking?"
Having failed to die of embarrassment, Harry opened his eyes to see Narcissa kneeling over him. Standing not far behind her was Lucius, who was staring at him with a look of disgust.
"Draco's fine," Harry croaked out.
Gracefully rising to her feet, Narcissa glided back to Lucius and took his arm in hers. "I told you that despite the disarray of Harry's clothing and his glasses being askew that we needn't interfere. Harry is well and has assured us of Draco's continued health."
"You misunderstood me, my dear. When I said that Potter was dead it was not a statement of fact." Lucius cast a glare at Harry. "It was one of intent."
Draco chose that moment to Apparate back into the small glade on the Malfoy estate. "I found the lube," he said before realizing that he and Harry weren't alone. "Mother, Father - what an absolutely appalling surprise to see you here. In the woods. At night."
"Your father," Narcissa explained, "has recently gained a smidgen of weight-
Lucius made a choked noise of outrage.
"-and I thought it might be nice to enjoy an evening constitutional. It was only by luck that we ran into Harry."
Bad luck, thought Harry. Even though Malfoy Manor was huge and had entire wings that were gathering dust, the place still felt too small to house both Harry and his in-laws. It had seemed like a good idea at the time to escape the claustrophobic feel of the Manor and have a bit of a romp on the grounds. Clearly, even the sprawling estate wasn't big enough for all of them. Maybe the entirety of England wasn't big enough. Perhaps he could convince Draco to move to Brazil.
Lucius eyed the obscenely large jar in Draco's hand before turning his gaze to his wife. "It just occurred to me, for some odd reason, that if Draco should be killed, in a dignified and not at all messy manner, it wouldn't be that terrible of a tragedy. Yes, you're inordinately fond of the boy, but if it's not as if you'd be childless or that the Malfoy dynasty would end. You're still young enough to give me another heir."
Narcissa sadly shook her head. "If something were to happen to Draco, I'm afraid I'd be doomed to live the rest of my life as a lonely widow."
While Draco kissed his mother lightly on her cheek and they talked of having a picnic in the near future as the glade was far too lovely a site not to take advantage of more often, Lucius visibly gulped.
Still prone and hoping not to attract further attention, Harry gulped, too. This conversation reminded him far too much of the conversation he'd had with Narcissa concerning what would occur if he ever broke Draco's heart. Even though he'd bravely faced Voldemort and certain death, sometimes his mother-in-law scared him shitless.
One of my favorite's that she's done is an illustration of the scene in Deathly Hallows where Narcissa checks to see if Harry is alive. Raitala's illustration is here.
In honor of raitala, I have written a small snippet of fic using the above illustration as its reference.
A Mother's Love
H/D, EWE, 519 words
"Is Draco alive?"
For a moment, Harry wished he was dead. Maybe he could pretend?
Narcissa didn't give up so easily. "Harry, may I remind you that I can always tell when you're faking?"
Having failed to die of embarrassment, Harry opened his eyes to see Narcissa kneeling over him. Standing not far behind her was Lucius, who was staring at him with a look of disgust.
"Draco's fine," Harry croaked out.
Gracefully rising to her feet, Narcissa glided back to Lucius and took his arm in hers. "I told you that despite the disarray of Harry's clothing and his glasses being askew that we needn't interfere. Harry is well and has assured us of Draco's continued health."
"You misunderstood me, my dear. When I said that Potter was dead it was not a statement of fact." Lucius cast a glare at Harry. "It was one of intent."
Draco chose that moment to Apparate back into the small glade on the Malfoy estate. "I found the lube," he said before realizing that he and Harry weren't alone. "Mother, Father - what an absolutely appalling surprise to see you here. In the woods. At night."
"Your father," Narcissa explained, "has recently gained a smidgen of weight-
Lucius made a choked noise of outrage.
"-and I thought it might be nice to enjoy an evening constitutional. It was only by luck that we ran into Harry."
Bad luck, thought Harry. Even though Malfoy Manor was huge and had entire wings that were gathering dust, the place still felt too small to house both Harry and his in-laws. It had seemed like a good idea at the time to escape the claustrophobic feel of the Manor and have a bit of a romp on the grounds. Clearly, even the sprawling estate wasn't big enough for all of them. Maybe the entirety of England wasn't big enough. Perhaps he could convince Draco to move to Brazil.
Lucius eyed the obscenely large jar in Draco's hand before turning his gaze to his wife. "It just occurred to me, for some odd reason, that if Draco should be killed, in a dignified and not at all messy manner, it wouldn't be that terrible of a tragedy. Yes, you're inordinately fond of the boy, but if it's not as if you'd be childless or that the Malfoy dynasty would end. You're still young enough to give me another heir."
Narcissa sadly shook her head. "If something were to happen to Draco, I'm afraid I'd be doomed to live the rest of my life as a lonely widow."
While Draco kissed his mother lightly on her cheek and they talked of having a picnic in the near future as the glade was far too lovely a site not to take advantage of more often, Lucius visibly gulped.
Still prone and hoping not to attract further attention, Harry gulped, too. This conversation reminded him far too much of the conversation he'd had with Narcissa concerning what would occur if he ever broke Draco's heart. Even though he'd bravely faced Voldemort and certain death, sometimes his mother-in-law scared him shitless.