Draco Malfoy (draco_un4seen) wrote in unforeseen_rpg, @ 2007-09-27 20:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | blaise, draco, madam zabini, narcissa |
Mother’s Arrive After Inferi (Flashback)
Who: Isabella Zabini, Narcissa “Black,” Blasise Zabini and Draco Malfoy
When: May 23rd, 1998, morning (flashback)
Where: Slytherin Dorms, Hogwarts
What: Isabella and Narcissa come to check on and care for their sons.
Notes:
Status: Complete
An owl from her contacts had brought unwelcome news to Isabella in the early morning hours, letting her know that Hogwarts had once again been attacked. She was highly displeased. The school was supposed to be safe now that Voldemort was dead, and her son was there. She'd left him there thinking that he'd be perfectly safe, and now he'd been right in the middle of an Inferi attack. This was unacceptable. Rousing Narcissa, she made plans for them to go right to the school to check on their sons personally. They Apparated to the front gates of the school as the light was rising over the still-ruined silhouette of the castle.
"We must find the boys," Isabella murmured to Narcissa, striding purposefully into the school. "And then we shall find Mistress McGonagall and let her know just how we feel about this." She stalked through the wrecked corridors, stepping around burnt bits of Inferi and general rubble, heading towards where she remembered the Slytherin dorms were.
Narcissa followed Isabella into the castle and through the corridors, frantic to find Draco quickly. "How could they have let this happen?" Narcissa asked out loud though she knew that Isabella would not have an answer for it.
Blaise was quickly shucking his burnt and gore-covered pajamas in favour of cleaner clothes, using a few cleaning charms to get rid of the worst of the residue of the night. Pomfrey had finally sent him and Draco away from Theo's side for a bit, telling them to get changed and bring Theo back a set of clothes as well. The Inferi seemed to have finally been cleared out of the school, and things were in the process of being cleaned up now. Grabbing a shirt and pair of trousers for Theo, Blaise went back out into the common room. "Are you done, Draco?" he called.
Draco had used cleaning charms but he still felt filthy, shivering in disgust at the bits of dead flesh that clung to his clothes and had been in his hair. He wanted a shower. He had to have a shower. He pulled on his dressing gown and picked up a set of clean clothes. He ran into Blaise in the corridor. "I am taking a shower," he insisted, shuddering again at the mess in the hall before heading directly into the bathroom.
As Isabella made her way down into the dungeons, the few people left moving through the corridors quickly veered out of her path, recognizing a woman on a mission. She breezed through the ruin of the door to the Slytherin common room, glancing with distaste at the charred hunks of dead flesh littered about the place. Her son would not be staying here. "Blaise!" she called out, seeing her son standing near the door to one of the boy's dorms. She swept over to him and gathered him into her arms. "My darling boy, you're safe."
Narcissa looked around and panic as Draco was nowhere near in sight. "Blaise? Where's Draco?" she asked of the Slytherin boy and fighting back a wave of nausea and dread that Draco might be hurt.
Blaise was a little stunned to see his mother come flying in through the door of the common room, though he reflected idly that he ought not to be surprised that she was one of the first people on site after the attack. Mother was always on top of things like this. "I'm fine," he murmured against her shoulder as she embraced him. "Just tired, that's all. Killing Inferi takes a lot out of a man." He turned to face Narcissa. "Draco is fine, Mrs... erm... Miss Narcissa," he stumbled, wondering whether he ought to be calling her Madam Black or Mrs. Malfoy, or whatever. Changing names was frustrating. "He's just stepped into the bathroom. Draco!" he called.
Draco stood under the spray of hot water. Very hot. He felt polluted by those things. He heard Blaise call his name. "Bugger off!" he retorted.
Narcissa relaxed slightly when she heard Draco's voice. At least he was alive, thank Merlin for that. "Draco? It's me, your mother!" She called out as soon as she neared the bathroom door.
Draco actually squeaked and dropped the soap when he heard his mother's voice. "Mother?" he called. Merde. "Stay there, I'll be right out!" He hurriedly rinsed and then dried himself, pulling on the clothes. He had a comb in the bathroom so he managed to get fixed up rather quickly if not as thoroughly as his mother would approve. He headed out of the backroom.
Narcissa waited for Draco outside and dared not look around the debris in the room not think about the attack and what could have happened to her son. She breathed a silent sigh of relief when Draco emerged a few moments later. "Darling, I came as soon as I heard, what happened, are you alright?" She asked in a concerned tone of voice as she refrained from rushing towards Draco and holding him in her arms.
"I wasn't ... injured," Draco said, looking more disturbed now when confronted with his mother now than when he had been fighting Inferi. He was suddenly perplexed by that realisation.
Narcissa nodded but still looked at Draco to make sure there were no more injuries. However she did notice that he still seemed frailed looking but refrained from voicing her concern out loud. "Yes, I can see that now, my son. But I was worried for you."
Isabella glanced around the burnt walls of the common room, taking in the destroyed furniture and piles of gore and other debris. This was appalling. The boys could not stay here any longer. She would have to find another way of playing up their image. "You are not to stay here any more," she said to Blaise. He looked at her questioningly, and she stroked his hair comfortingly. "I won't allow you boys to be in a place where you are in danger, you understand. Narcissa and I are going to take you home today."
"But Mother," murmured Blaise quietly, not wanting anyone else to here. "What about your plan?"
"Nevermind it," replied Isabella. "The school is not safe. Where is young Theo? Is he alright?"
Blaise nodded a little, still clutching the clothes he'd pulled out for him. Theo was much improved from where he'd been before, though still weak from the battle. "He'll be coming too, right?" he asked, glancing over at the reunion of Draco and Narcissa. Narcissa's constrained concern for her son was so different than Mother's unrestrained embrace of him. It was odd to see for him.
"Narcissa," said Isabella, hooking her hand into the crook of Blaise's elbow and tugging him with her to join the other two. "We have our sons now. It's time we went and had a word with Professor McGonagall before we return to the Manor. Boys, I suggest you pack your things, we shan't be staying here long. I've sent in a formal complaint to the Ministry about the lack of security here, and I do not believe that students will be allowed to stay any longer."