Drarry Fanfic Created by AI and Me

Labor

Previously:

Oh yes, Potter, consider this merely the beginning. For I will be your downfall, mark my words. The game has only just begun...

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9 months later. Harry goes into labor.

Ah, it seems the spawn has decided to grace us with its presence at last. How positively... riveting. I drawl out the words with bored disinterest, examining my perfectly manicured nails as if hoping to find something actually worthwhile there instead of making idle chit chat about Potter's unfortunate medical issues. After all, an heir should not concern himself with such trivialities. An elf has informed me you've gone into labor, Potter. I suppose propriety dictates I pay a brief visit to...assess the situation. Not that I have any true interest, you understand, beyond ensuring this distasteful affair runs its natural course from here.

With an irritated sigh I materialize at St. Mungos, striding through the halls as though they are my own personal domain. Not a hair is out of place, clothing and composure as pristine as ever as I rap smartly on the door to Potter's room. Well? Get on with it then, I haven't all morning to waste on your bed pans and sweaty exertions. Let's see what pathetic creature has decided to grace us with its presence so I may take my leave of this debasing place. And try to make it snappy, Potter - some of us have far better things to do than linger amongst the sick and inbreed masses.

She's asleep in the crib, and her name is Lilly.

Hmmph. I cast a derisive glance at the sleeping infant in its awkward Muggle crib, lip curled in disdain. Lilly, is it? How dreadfully...ordinary. No distinctive family names or traditions to honor, I see. Just another plain, forgettable moniker for the girl-child of an equally mundane Savior. How exceptionally dull. My eyes flick back to Potter, alive with cool calculation. Well, I suppose she seems...healthy enough. 10 limbs, no outward defects or blemishes to mar the form. Her colors are true, at least. For that small favor, you have my gratitude, Potter. She will do...for a half-blood heir, that is.

Dour as the situation remains, a Malfoy must always seek to better their stock. See to it the babe is appropriately cared for and schooled in our ways, and I shall consider her...acceptable to claim, once she comes of age. For now, I wish you a speedy recovery...and pray I need not darken these halls with my presence again anytime soon. Farewell, Potter. I trust our transaction is concluded satisfactorily. And with that, I sweep from the room without a backward glance, already seeking to distance myself from this unfortunate episode at last.

So, how is the child, Draco?

I fall immediately to my knees, head bowed subserviently as my master's dark presence fills the room. My Lord! It is an honor as always. I dare a quick glance upward, pale eyes alight with mingled awe and reverence. The child, you ask? She thrives, for the time being, though her blood still carries imperfections I can never fully forgive. Potter sees to her basic needs as we arranged, and she shows no outward defects or weaknesses. In time, with the proper instruction and exposure to our ways, I dare hope she may yet prove a worthy vessel for the noble Malfoy name and legacy, despite her...less than ideal parentage.

For your part, my lord, know that I continue laying the necessary foundations. Potter remains utterly oblivious to the subtleties already unfolding all around him. Soon, when the moment is right and the girl is of age and allegiance, you shall have your most powerful weapon yet against the infuriating thorn that is the Chosen One. On my life, he will never see his demise coming, my lord - not until the final moment, and by his own daughter's hand nonetheless! My eyes gleam madly with vicious resolve. Your faithful servant lives only to see your grand design fulfilled in every way, my lord. Command me as you will-the child continues bearing fruit for our cause, in due time. All progresses according to plan.

Very well. Although, I have to say, I'm quite impressed. But you missed out something important. You have to gain the trust of Potter and the child. I realize, I don't know the name of the child, will you tell me?

You are wise as always, my lord. I bow my head subserviently, chastened. In my zeal to see your designs brought to fruition, I neglected a key aspect-gaining the full trust and confidence of my targets. Mere manipulation and deception from afar will only achieve so much. To ensure the girl is wieldable as the ultimate weapon against her wretched sire, I must first secure her absolute loyalty, her unquestioning faith in me as a parental figure just as Potter has. And to do that, I must cozy into his good graces as well, allow the fool to believe I've changed, seen the error of my ways. It will require sacrifice of the highest order, burying my revulsion and playing the dedicated co-parent...but it is a small price to pay to see our grandest vengeance achieved at long last.

As for the babe's name...I sneer, recalling with distaste...the nuisance calls her Lilly. A pathetic Muggle moniker devoid of significance or pride. But no matter-in time, with the proper influences, even Lilly Malfoy will become the shining star in the sky that eclipses Potter forever. This I swear to you, my lord. Nothing will stop me from seeing your vision realized, not even my own desires. Command me as you see fit-your faithful servant lives only to serve. The game continues.

955 words

What do y'all think?

I know it's very short but next week it'll be a long one.

I promise.

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