Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"So what name do you like?"

Regulus looked much more haggard and his figure was much thinner.

The collar of the shirt seemed loose and the robe seemed to be floating in vain.

Perhaps it was Legilimency that made Draco share his mother's emotions so clearly that it seemed as if they came from his own.

In addition to the hardship of parting, there is more.

I was afraid that if I showed the slightest concern, I would scare away my cousin who was already running further and further away.

"Sister, you can tell me your worries."

"I'm not that vulnerable."

Although he was so depressed that he looked like he was seriously ill, Regulus still smiled.

The instantaneous gleam in his eyes brought back the demeanor that the young master of the Black family should have.

"I'm fine. Just worried about Kreacher. He's been a bit difficult lately."

She listened to Regulus's words together with her mother in the past, knowing the clumsiness of the lie but having no intention of exposing it.

"Don't worry too much about him. The elf's magic is much more advanced than most wizards."

I tried to comfort her, but I also understood that something must have happened.

That's why Kreacher couldn't even keep his magic in balance, and that's why Regulus was so worried.

"of course."

Regulus just smiled.

Both of them have a tacit understanding not to delve into the details.

"But, sister, you suddenly asked about my name, could it be...?"

Regulus narrowed his eyes and stared at Narcissa, while Narcissa unfolded her folding fan and covered her lips with it, half smiling.

"This is not a question a gentleman should ask a lady."

There was no direct reply, but the exchange of glances was enough to convey the good news.

"Dear sister!"

Regulus's expression suddenly showed ecstasy.

But Narcissa and Draco were also keenly aware of the fleeting regret and sadness in his eyes.

"I want to know the name."

Narcissa spoke without compromise and Regulus smiled mischievously.

"What if it's a girl?"

Seeing his cousin raised an eyebrow, he spoke helplessly, but her words were no longer heard by Draco.

-

"You must have been confused all along."

"Why were you given a boy's name?"

The name of the constellation Draco has brought him many misunderstandings since he was a child.

Draco itself is a word without a female persona.

I remember that because of this, when I first met Pansy and Daphne, I heard Pansy complaining loudly at the gate of the manor -

"Why do we have to play with stinky boys!"

I also remember this name, which earned me Weasley's sneer and ridicule in the first-year express train.

"Obviously she's a girl."

Only now did I see the reason in my mother's eyes.

"Your father once hesitated, but fortunately, he loves me very much."

Narcissa said this calmly, as if speaking out in person about the love between a couple was just a normal thing.

"Draco. It's your cousin's favorite name."

Before Draco could speak, Narcissa continued to talk to herself.

"We all suspected that he died because he rebelled against the Dark Lord for some reason."

"In addition to commemoration, what we hope more is that you can be as brave as he was."

Seeing her daughter's eyes slowly turning red, Narcissa stepped forward.

Gently stroking Draco's hair which was no longer waist-length.

Then, he kissed his daughter's forehead deeply.

"Everyone in the inner circle knows about it. You have made your choice."

Listening to the mother's gentle voice, the pool of my heart once again reflected the scene of my farewell to Harry.

And the torment I suffered during those three days.

"I didn't give up. I just..."

"I really can't do that anymore..."

I lean against the warmth of my mother's chest and whisper quietly.

The heartache is still unbearable, and the tender feelings in my heart and lungs are still causing waves of pain, but I can no longer shed a single tear.

I felt my mother nodding gently on my forehead and hugging me tightly.

"never mind."

Narcissa's eyes glowed with determination, casting a faint shadow.

-

At about the same time, Snape stepped into the Oval Office of Hogwarts with gloomy steps.

"It's time to begin, Severus."

"You promised her safety."

“This is the best way.”

-

The blazing flames of the gardens rose to the stars, the springs that once flowed from the marble statues,

It has turned into bursts of black flames with a fishy smell.

It had always been her favorite corner in the manor, where she would always pour out her heart to Pansy and Daphne in front of the fountain.

But now, even the milky white female peacocks have turned into snakes.

It seems that Voldemort always likes to change everything for the better.

He stared at the poisonous flames and looked back coldly at the blood-red, slender snake eyes that were staring back at him.

"The Dark Lord is touched by your positive attitude."

"But you are still young. You have great potential, but you also need to receive complete training."

"Before you offer your advice to the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord would sincerely advise you not to act rashly."

He sounded a warning with a contemptuous tone, and felt that his father, who was standing quietly behind him, was a little uneasy.

"Thank...thank you, merciful master."

"But this is definitely not a thoughtless, rash pursuit of performance."

Voldemort just stood there quietly, with the giant snake beside him coiled freely around the fountain.

He didn't do much.

But just the lack of human breath in that look made Draco involuntarily sneer.

"Excellent. You have the courage to face the Dark Lord."

"But remember, the Dark Lord does not condone failure."

He understood Voldemort's persistence in him, and although he was happy about it, his words were also threatening.

"Father has always been helping you maintain your power in secret."

"But it cannot be denied that your most powerful men are still in Azkaban."

Draco slowly regulated his breath and focused his mind.

It was not easy for him to face Voldemort's gaze, which was so heavy that it almost broke his knees.

Speak smoothly and without stuttering.

"I have an idea. Maybe I can let them go without revealing the secret of your return."

As he said this, he noticed that his father's figure seemed to sway as he fell to the ground.

He also clearly noticed the light in Voldemort's eyes.

He swallowed softly and spoke quietly.

"As you know, Dementors can only feel and affect the emotions of living beings,"

"Wizards are easily corrupted because human emotions are too complicated."

"And this is exactly the nutrient that Dementors crave the most."

"This is common sense among wizards, Draco Malfoy."

"You might want to get more specific."

"Yes, it is."

He was interrupted just as he was about to say it. It seemed that Voldemort didn't have much patience when it came to completing the task he wanted to complete.

He lowered his head and looked at the carvings on the toe of his shoe. He tried hard to concentrate and try to smooth his breathing again.

"I thought, if you could assist them, temporarily leaving your human form—"

"Maybe it can confuse the Dementors. Maybe that's why,"

"To make your loyal friends less susceptible to the Dementors."

"In this way, perhaps they can gradually recover their physical strength and magical power and leave Azkaban on their own."

Draco finished speaking calmly, and the giant snake behind Voldemort seemed to reflect his emotions and straightened up half of its body.

-

Asking for gifts, asking for love.