The Black Legacy Druella's Awakening

The Feast

Druella, Harry, and Ron were swiftly transported back to Fawkes, the magnificent phoenix, who soared away from the school. As they arrived at Hogwarts, they were escorted to Narcissa's office, where she began with a stern lecture about their rule-breaking.

"You three should've been more careful," she began, her tone firm. "Especially you, Druella. I'll be keeping an eye on you next term. Breaking so many rules, and you, Harry, and Ronald nearly getting hit by a memory charm." Druella looked down, chastened, but Narcissa continued, her tone softening slightly. "But in the end, you saved this school, so I suppose you three deserve special awards for your service."

Ron nodded solemnly, expressing his gratitude, but Harry's voice broke through the tension with a question they had all been dreading. "Dumbledore isn't coming back, is he?"

Narcissa stood, her gaze unwavering. "I am now the Headmistress. Dumbledore won't be returning. I expect you to show me the same respect."

Harry's disappointment was palpable, but Narcissa didn't soften her stance. She handed Ron a stack of papers, instructing him to "send the release papers so Hagrid could be freed from Azkaban." As Ron left, Narcissa turned to Harry and said, "Thank you for everything you've done to save this school."

Then, turning to Druella, she added, "And Druella, thank you for going after Harry. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have discovered how the chamber was opened. You did well."

Druella smiled at Narcissa's praise, feeling a warmth spread through her despite the exhaustion that still clung to her. "I'm glad I helped. Is Draco okay now?"

Narcissa, still holding the diary, nodded. "Yes, see me later after the feast," she replied, and Druella nodded in acknowledgment.

"Yes, Aunt Narcissa." As Druella made her way to the door, she turned to Harry, offering a small smile. "We did good together. Thank you."

Harry nodded, his expression filled with quiet gratitude. As Druella stepped out of the office, she saw Lucius and Dobby in the corridor ahead. Her uncle's eyes locked onto her, his glare sharp and disapproving. "You and Harry think you've won," he sneered.

Druella turned back to Narcissa. "Aunt Narcissa, you have a visitor."

Lucius stormed in, Dobby trembling at his side. Druella exchanged a glance with Narcissa, both of them understanding the storm that was about to break. Lucius began with a scowl, "You shouldn't have gotten involved." Druella couldn't hold back a snicker as he moved further into the office.

"This should be entertaining," she thought, folding her arms and standing beside Harry.

Lucius glanced at Narcissa, his tone dripping with disdain. "So, you're now Headmistress," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Narcissa replied coolly, "Indeed."

Lucius pressed further, "Did you find out who did it?"

With a piercing look, Narcissa responded, "The Dark Lord."

"Are you certain?" Lucius challenged, his voice skeptical.

Narcissa's eyes narrowed as she rolled her eyes. "Yes, I am certain." Her tone was unwavering, and she stood her ground against his accusation.

Harry, whispering, turned to Druella. "What's going on?"

Druella shrugged slightly, keeping her eyes fixed on the exchange. "I don't know, but pay attention."

Narcissa's voice cut through the tension in the room. "I know what you did."

Lucius's eyes flashed with anger. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said defensively.