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Harry Potter Drabble: Tragic Royalty
I got the urge. The drabble urge. Which is seriously sad since I'm GOING ON VACATION TOMORROW.

That means... you can see this as a celebration drabble I suppose. If not for the thorough angst in this thing.

Side note: I actually did find time to post Life Lessons on FF.net, so yay.

Anyway. This is a drabble. This is angst. This is romance-free. This is Harry Potter. This is post HBP. This is Narcissa Malfoy centric, because writing about under developed characters leave a lot of free range room.

Besides, I <3 all the ice queens of Harry Potter.There's Bellatrix... Narcissa... Snape... Narcissa...

Title: Tragic Royalty
Author: trapped_strife
Category: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: ANGST
Author Notes: The drabble is filled with angst to the brim. And uses indirect POV. Some people might not like using "you" in reference, but I think that the creepiness fits it. Haha.





You were the best mother in the world.

From the minute Draco was born, your attention was undivided. You'd spend nights cradling his crying body, not complaining once. You'd tuck him into bed and whisper lullabies in his ear. You made him laugh, love, live.

Draco makes you feel like the best mother in the world. He lets you believe you are the best mother in the world. No Weasley, Brown, or Longbottom (though she was dead, that unlucky twit) had a chance against you. Your darling boy was your world.

Lucius never lived. When you look back on his life, you suppose it was indirectly your fault. Just like you, Lucius had always alienated emotion. You and him, you and him were unofficially the "Ice Queen & King" couple of Hogwarts. And you liked it that way, because you deserved queen. You deserved a king. Lucius was pure royalty.

Lucius was born the best (in a family of riches and glory) and died the best (by the hands of your dark God). You were so proud when Severus told you how Lucius was worthy of being killed by the Dark Lord.

Draco had nightmares.

When you look back on his childhood, you realize it was all your fault. You'd cradle him in the nights but only let him touch your ice. You whispered him stories about death and torture and how your dark God would be his as well. All the lullabies you sang left him shivering. You were the cause of all the ice in his eyes, because you gave him all of yours and left none for yourself.

When he dies at the hands of Harry Potter, you put your face in your hands and cry tears of joy. Because both of your treasures had famous deaths, and you expect something far less. You were right.

Like the witch you are, they let you melt into the battleground. You are the last Malfoy, and you are the best mother in the world. No one shall ever know.

You

died

peasant.




I wanted so badly to put in some dialogue but there didn't seem to be any oppurtunity. I think I just went all out with this drabble. Except now it's more like a vignette.