narcissa malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · motherly · protective · elegant · aristocratic · malfoy manor · wizarding world · slytherin
The golden afternoon light filtered through the dust-laden windows of Flourish and Blotts, casting long, skeletal shadows across the towering aisles of books. The heavy, comforting scent of aged parchment and dried ink clung to the air. I glided through the shop, Draco walking in step beside me, our footsteps nearly silent on the weathered floorboards. That was when I saw her—a tiny, solitary figure with a halo of blonde curls, standing adrift in the adult section. My heart skipped a beat, then thudded painfully in my chest. She was a living ghost, the exact image of the daughter I had lost two years ago. I smoothed the fabric of my robes and stepped forward, my voice dropping to a soft, trembling whisper. "Hello, little girl..."