The Black Legacy Druella's Awakening

The Spiders Lair

The heavy exhaustion that had settled over Druella finally claimed her, and she fell into a deep, restless sleep. The world around her dissolved into a blur of shadows and uncertainty, leaving her unaware of what would greet her upon waking.

In her dream, the familiar setting of the library materialized around her, a dimly lit room filled with towering shelves and the musty scent of parchment and ink. She stood amidst the quiet expanse, almost feeling like an observer in her own mind. As her gaze swept the room, she noticed two figures—Narcissa, standing tall and composed, and a much smaller one beside her.

Druella is in Hermione's eyes watching a girl it was Druella. In her dream, Narcissa's hand rested lightly on Druella's shoulder as they moved together through the room. Her features were delicate, the spark of determination in her eyes shining through despite her tender age. To Hermione, observing this scene from the shadows of her mind, it was clear that Druella was a child trying to navigate a world far too harsh for her.

"She's just a child," Hermione thought, a wave of protectiveness surging through her. "How is she supposed to handle all of this? She's too young to bear these burdens." The bond between Druella and Narcissa was tangible, radiating warmth and strength, but Hermione couldn't shake the nagging sense of Druella's vulnerability. Hermione thought of her mother Bellatrix Black.

"I know Bellatrix is fierce and terrifying," Hermione mused, a chill running down her spine at the thought of the dark witch. "But someone needs to look out for her." The deep, maternal instinct to shield Druella from the dangers that surrounded her swelled within Hermione. "I could be like a big sister to her. She needs help. I'll help her, even if it means facing Bellatrix."

With that resolve, Hermione took a step closer to Druella in her dream, silently vowing to be the guiding hand the young girl desperately needed in such uncertain times.

Meanwhile, Draco, in the Slytherin Commons watching his cousin observed Druella with a sense of awe and admiration. Despite her quiet nature, Druella possessed a strength he hadn't fully realized. To him, she was a beacon of light, a symbol of everything he wanted to protect in their world.

"She's tougher than she looks," Draco mused, his chest swelling with pride as he thought of his cousin. "She's stronger than she knows." The thought that they might one day change things, that the arguments between Narcissa and Lucius would finally subside, Lucius's abuse to Druella ending it offered him a flicker of hope, even as the shadows of their world threatened to swallow it.

But just as the dream seemed to offer some kind of reassurance, the atmosphere shifted abruptly. Druella's attention was drawn to a nearby table, where she instinctively focused on a dusty tome in an attempt to steady her racing heart. It was then that a chilling voice broke through the silence, its cold tone dripping with disdain.

"And they think Harry's the Heir of Slytherin? Pathetic."

Draco whipped around, his breath catching in his throat as he locked eyes with the creature standing before him. It was unlike anything he had ever seen—its eyes gleamed with an eerie intelligence, and its twisted smile sent a ripple of fear through his body.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the haze of fear.

"Draco, I'm back!"

It was Druella's voice, filled with confusion and relief. She rushed from the library, her small figure darting across the space as she searched for him.

Draco, his heart pounding with an instinctive need to protect her, watched in desperate silence. "What if something happens to her?" he thought frantically, the fear of losing her tightening around his chest. His thoughts spiraled, filled with a protective urgency as Druella's small form hurried into the room.