Don’t remember if I put this story out yet.


This is a fan fiction that spans several years and piece by piece from both the books and the movie. All the characters are the property of J.K. Rowling. Thank you for letting me play with your toys.



Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, Narcissa Malfoy sighed. Having heard her husband planning on slipping an old diary of the Dark Lord’s 16 year old self into Ginny Weasley’s cauldron at the bookstore as the children were shopping for their new semester’s books.

She had argued bitterly with Lucius over fighting children, “Once they were over 17”, she said as legal adults, that’s one thing, but they’re still babies!” That was how she came to her decision. She would send Doby, her house-elf and personal slave, knowing the probability that the Potter boy would probably free the opinionated elf.



Harry was going to watch his first Quidditch World Cup match between Bulgaria and Ireland. He kept looking about him like a kid in a candy store as the Weasleys set up their tent. He couldn’t believe he was actually here. Never had he seen such a crowd. And all witches and wizards! Since the “zoo incident” he never got to go on such excursions. It was his first time being introduced to Mrs. Malfoy when he ran into Draco with both his parents instead of just the boy’s father.

Harry found Mrs. Malfoy to be quite attractive other than she looked like she was smelling something really foul. He also felt something else tugging at the back of his mind. He turned away so that she wouldn’t see the puzzled look on his face. He was sharing some Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans with Ron Weasley, his best mate, when he remembered a question Ron had asked a couple years ago. He had asked, “Who sent Doby?” “House-elfs”, he told Harry, “Are not able to do things or go places on their own unless they are free elfs and Doby was not.” Suddenly it hit Harry like a thunderbolt. Narcissa sent him! He saw how Narcissa was around the children here, even those that were muggle-born. He just knew that although she may hate his blood, his parents, and everything he’d come to believe in, he was not 17 and therefore not an adult in her eyes.






Draco lay in the hospital sleeping when Narcissa arrived both harried and hysterical. Professor Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey, as well as Professor McGonagal, head of Gryffindor House and Professor Severus Snape, head of Slytherin House were at the boy bedside. She was livid when she demanded that the Headmaster, Dumbledore, should expel Harry Potter for trying to kill her son. Before Dumbledore had the chance to say anything, Draco opened his eyes and said “NO” in the strongest voice he could muster. All except Madame Pomfrey, who had already walked away to attend her other charges stared at the boy. The boy, who was as white as the sheets he lay in repeated “NO” a little stronger. “I could still hear somewhat as Professor Snape was healing me.” Draco stopped for a breath. “Potter said that I did not appreciate the fact that I had a mother.” Narcissa stepped back stunned and sat in the chair Professor Snape slid behind her. Narcissa was struck dumb, this fight was over her! Just when she thought she couldn’t be surprised further, in strode her husband. He looked as if he’d age a year for each day he was in prison. “What…how…”, she stammered in surprise as she launched herself into his arms. “I’m as stunned as you”, he said. “More so perhaps.” “Doby came to me a short while ago with Harry Potter”. “He told me of the fight as well as an unbreakable vow. I was stunned. He told me if he knew about the unbreakable vow … then obviously the dark lord did as well. He also said if he suspected that it was you who sent Doby to protect him when he was only 12… so did the dark lord…and since the dark lord doesn’t understand love, then of course he needed to test your loyalty to him. This quest he sent Draco on (Potter does not know what it is) is obviously a suicide mission to see whether you would sacrifice Draco or not. I was asked to protect you”, he told his wife.” He knows once he has turned 17, we will be on opposing sides of a war, but it does not seem to matter to him. As long as your safe. It appears even our enemies’ love you.”


All were frightened. Severus as well as Dumbledore now realized why Draco, a mediocre student at best, was chosen for the task of killing Dumbledore. It was to test Narcissa. Would she allow her only son to be sacrificed to the Dark Lord to prove her loyalty? Narcissa was the Princess in the tower in Harry’s mind during his last occumlency lesson!

“By putting herself in a position to be killed to protect her only son, Lady Narcissa has reached apparently reached Potter on a level that Lord Voldemort could not”, drawled Professor Snape.

Clearly Harry would not have Doby bring him before you, Lucius, if he did not see the parallel between Narcissa’s act of placing herself between the Dark Lord’s wishes and Lily Potter’s sacrificing her life for him, stated Dumbledore as tears threatened to spill from Narciossa’s eyes. Lucius in one of his rare moments of tenderness put his arm about his wife as they looked down at their son in his hospital bed.

Dumbledore and Severus Snape shared a look as they realized that there was no further need for the occumlency lessons. Voldemort knew!






7 thoughts on “Princess

  1. I’m missing pieces again. 😦 I’m picking up on some extra intrigue, getting the picture of enemies working together, etc. Great concepts which I like a LOT. Without the background Hogwarts knowledge, though, I’m having trouble following. I wonder if there’s a way for you to work the stories so even those of us who haven’t read Harry Potter can keep up?


  2. Yay, Harry Potter fanfic! I started out my writing career writing HP fanfic, so I have a soft spot for it. And I’ve always liked Narcissa Malfoy—I got the feeling she was more complex than we ever got to see in the books.


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