The Black Legacy Druella's Awakening

First Impressions

   
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Narcissa wouldn't let Druella or Draco out of her sight. She stayed close to them, her piercing gaze flicking between the two as if daring either to step out of line. "Where is Dobby?" she snapped at Lucius, her tone sharp enough to make Druella flinch.

Lucius replied evenly, his voice carrying a hint of exasperation. "When he returns, he's ironing his own hands."

Druella's cheeks burned at the mention of Dobby. She hoped no one would discover her role in whatever trouble the elf had caused. Meanwhile, Draco was practically bouncing with excitement over his new Nimbus 2001. Druella listened as he explained how it would secure him a spot on the Slytherin Quidditch team—though she suspected it was less about skill and more about influence.

Soon after, the family made their way to Diagon Alley. On the way, they stopped briefly, and Druella caught sight of a girl standing nearby. Curious, she stepped closer.

"What's your name?" Druella asked bluntly, her sharp voice startling the girl.

The girl hesitated before answering, "I'm... Alex."

Druella tilted her head, eyeing Alex critically. "Are you a Muggle?"

Alex frowned, clearly confused. "What's a Muggle?"

Druella stifled a laugh, smirking. "Oh, nothing."

Before the conversation could continue, Bellatrix's commanding voice interrupted. "Druella, come here!"

Druella glanced back at Alex with a sly grin. Feeling mischievous, she discreetly conjured a feather that floated into Alex's hand. "For luck," she said with an almost mocking sweetness before darting back to her mother.

"Who was that?" Bellatrix asked, her tone sharp as ever.

Druella shrugged, rolling her eyes. "Just some Muggle."

Bellatrix's lip curled slightly, but she said only, "All right, but when we get to Diagon Alley, behave yourself."

"Yes, Mother," Druella replied dutifully, falling into step beside her.

As they entered Diagon Alley, whispers rippled through the crowd. Druella could feel their stares, hear the murmurs that followed her every move.

"Is that Bellatrix's daughter?"

"I believe so. The resemblance is uncanny, except for her eyes and less curly hair."

"Those eyes, though."

"She's the heir to the Noble House of Black. She looks sweet, poor thing."

The words swirled around her, a mix of awe and fear, but the moment someone muttered, "Bellatrix's monster," the whispers turned venomous.

Bellatrix whirled around, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Stop talking about my daughter like that!" she hissed.

The crowd stilled, stunned into silence.

"My daughter is not a monster!" Bellatrix's voice cut through the tension, her fierce tone softening slightly as she added, "Don't any of you dare blame her for my past."

A murmur of agreement passed through the crowd, though a few onlookers still exchanged skeptical glances.

"She's right," one man said, stepping forward. "The girl is not her mother. Let's not judge her for something she didn't do."

Druella trembled slightly under the weight of the attention.

Bellatrix's expression softened as she turned to her daughter. "Oh, Druella, darling, don't let them bother you. You're not a monster—you're my Black Blossom waiting to bloom."