Narcissa tried with all her might to reverse the words Lucius had said, tried to plant more happiness and love and truth in her son's heart, but it was too late. Gone was the eleven year old boy who had all the love in the world, replaced instead with a tentative child who still had that love inside of him, but was covered in a mask of not fully developed hatred.
Looking at him, she knew he still had decency, that all her work was not unravelled. She knew he still craved love and adoration, and still wanted to give it but had forgotten how to, and, for the first time in his entire life, she was worried for him.
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Fanfiction"Watching her son grow was the greatest pleasure and the greatest pan of Narcissa Malfoy's life." ~ ⇒ drarry ⇒ boyxboy ⇒ angst ⇒ suitable for all readers ⇒ draco growing up, as told by narcissa. ~ THIS WORK IS MINE, HOWEVER ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO...
