They were waiting. She didn't know what for, but they were waiting. Five minutes passed, and Harry didn't move.
Voldemort stood staring at his body. And then:
"Narcissa, check if he's alive."
Blood pounding in her ears, she made her way over to him. She tapped him on the arm, and his finger twitched.
She inhaled sharply and immediately leaned over him.
"Harry... my boy, Draco, is he in the castle? Is he alive?"
Potter looked at her then, his face full of terror because why didn't he die, and mouthed:
"Yes."
She could have cried right then. She almost did, but instead she stood and announced:
"Harry Potter is dead."
The Death Eaters cheered and clapped, and Hagrid sobbed. She didn't hear them, though.
Her boy was safe, and that was all that mattered.
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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...
