"So, none of the children wanted to bring honour to them and their families? Surprising but... predictable." Voldemort sneered. "It's a shame," he spoke, turning to Lucius, "that you couldn't retrieve the prophecy." He spoke, his snake rising his head, causing Lucius to stumble back.
Watching all this, Narcissa turned pale and began to fear her husband's life once more. Stepping to his side, she spoke.
"There could be another way." She spoke, catching his attention.
Turning to her, Voldermort raised a non-excitant brow.
"Madame Malkin has an ancient artefact at her store. Apparently it was from Aesteria, and gives the holder powers of prophetic dreams, astrology and necromancy. If we get the artefact then you could have a better insight to the war." She spoke- trying to remember what her friend told her many, many years ago. "You could get the prophecy."
Eyeing Mrs Malfoy, Voldemort nodded, revealing his rotten tears as he smiled.
"You have until the boy gives himself in." He spoke.
Nodding, Narcissa dissaperated instantly, leaving Voldemort to stand smug.
"You're lucky your wife is so resourceful. I doubt you'd be standing here if she did not speak up." Voldemort said, before walking away from him, joining Bellatrix and some other death eaters.
"Malkin!" Yelled Narcissa, "Malkin!"
Tiredly an elderly woman plodded down the spiral staircase, confused as to who was in her store.
"I'm afraid the shop is closed. You'll have to come at nine o'clock tomorrow." She spoke, before seeing who it was who she was speaking to. "Oh Narcissa, how are you?" She smiled, but had it faltered as she saw how nervous the woman looked. "Merlin, Narcissa, you look awful- sit down."
"No no- Malkin, I need you'd help." She spoke, rushing to stand before her. "I need the dress- the one the gods gave. The Dark Lord needs the prophecy it gives." She said, rushed and desperate.
"I'm afraid that's not possible. You must be chosen to have the dress- along with its powers. Besides, a young girl was already chosen. If the dark lord wants the prophecy, he'll have to go to her."
Widening her eyes, Narcissa gasped.
"What have I done?"
"If the Dark Lord wants that prophecy- he'll need her." Malkin spoke. "Narcissa, you cannot aid him."
"If I don't give him the girl- he'll kill me. Lucius and Draco too." She spoke, "What is her name?"
"I will not assist such a cause. I shall not send a child to her death."
"She shall not die if she cooperated with the Dark Lord."
Scoffing Malkin shook her head.
"This girl shall never agree to such a man."
"Then she'll have Merlin and the gods to save her. Please Malkin."
Looking at her friend and best customer, she sighed.
"Weasley. The girl has the power." She spoke, quietly- unproud of her actions.
Getting her breath caught up in her throat, Narcissa couldn't breath.
"You... you are quite sure?" She asked, disbelieving of her words.
Nodding Malkin took some steps back.
"She is a good girl. Bright little thing. It'll be a shame for our world to loose such an asset."
"I know. It gives me great pain to allow myself to do this." Narcissa whispered- her whole body feeling deflated.
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Destiny- Drinny
Fiksi PenggemarCompleted When Ginny gets moved into Slytherin, the whole school is fuming, apart from a blue eyed blond, Draco Malfoy. Maybe this is his chance to get her to see he isn't as bad as she thought and maybe, just maybe, a friendship will blossom, and p...
