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Narcissa of Wiltshire

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This story is No. 1 in the series "Of Light and Dark". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Narcissa’s world is turned upside-down and she remembers.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Harry Potter > Xander-Centered > Pairing: Narcissa MalfoyScorpioFR1511,0710266,6714 Jun 114 Jun 11Yes
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or from the Harry Potter series. I am not making any profit from this.






“Congratulations, Madam Malfoy. You’re pregnant.”

Narcissa’s head whipped up and she stared at the Medi-Witch in shocked dismay. Slowly, the old witch’s smile began to wan as she suddenly realized that maybe this wasn’t such a wonderful occurrence. She was used to her patients reacting to such news with wonder and joy, not…alarm.

Quick as a whip, Narcissa’s wand snapped up and around until it was pointing directly between the Medi-Witch’s eyes.

“Obliviate!”

Turning around, Narcissa lifted a highly polished silver bell off of a nearby side table. She rang it gently and a soft musical tinkle whispered through the room, followed swiftly by a sharp crack.

“Yous be calling for Mushy, Mistress?”

“Yes.”

Narcissa tilted her head to gaze at the small dirty house elf hovering anxiously at her side.

“Escort Madam Winterbloom to the floo, Mushy. See to it that she travels through safely.”

The house elf bowed low enough to brush the floor with its hideously large nose.

“Yes, Mistress. Mushy bees doing that right now!”

She turned away and walked off, trusting the creature to do its task. At the moment, she needed space and time to think. To plan. And possibly, to panic.

Wandering out to the balcony overlooking the back gardens, Narcissa gripped the railing along the edge and stared out at the beauty surrounding her with unseeing eyes. Instead, she was looking into the not too distant past and battling off both regret and longing before they could drag her under and swamp her with memories.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to be pregnant. How could she have even gotten in such a state? She’d taken all the proper precautions. She knew she had.

In her mind’s eye an image bloomed up and it was as if she was looking at him again. That big, dark haired and sweaty young muggle with the rakish grin. The man who hunted vampires and dark creatures on the American Hellmouth with a warrior woman and a channeler at his side.

It had been so very dramatic and exciting. Yet it had started out so innocently.

There were certain magical plants that were illegal to grow or purchase, however they were needed for quite a few dark potions. When she had heard of them growing wild in a small but dangerously dark American town she couldn’t pass up the chance.

It hadn’t been difficult to arrange a brief holiday in the Colonies. Most people believed that she was off to try and recover from recent events and Lucius’ most recent failure. True enough, in a way.

Traveling to the west coast of the States had been ghastly and the local accommodations pedestrian. Still, it would be worth it to get those plants. Then, on the night of the new moon when it was best to harvest the plant, she had slipped away into the dark and gone to retrieve as much of the ingredient as she could.

She’d been careless in her excitement and had managed to end up cornered by three vampire remnants. They were dirty disgusting demonic entities, very different from true magical vampires. She had just reached for her wand to dispatch them when he had arrived with his small team of fighters.

It had been fascinating to watch them fight off the creatures with weapons instead of wands. Instead of standing back at a distance and casting spells, they had gone directly to the creatures and wrestled them to the ground in order to stab them in the heart with wooden daggers. The danger they placed themselves in just to destroy their enemy had been extreme, but they had been victorious. Then they’d turned their attention to her.

Narcissa had never seen herself as a damsel in distress, but it had been an enjoyable treat being rescued by such earnest young heroes, despite the fact that she hadn’t ever really been in danger. Though they were young, the group dynamic had been interesting; filled with joy and love and a sort of fierce loyalty that she had never really seen before.

The blonde warrior woman was all grace and hidden power, a dragon in human form. The red haired channeler had practically hummed with the waves of energy that flowed through her like water. Then there was the muggle.

He had been big of bone and muscle. Dark curling hair and big dark eyes that saw the world in shades of hope and despair. He was strong and powerful in a way her husband never was. Never could be.

His was the strength of the soul and the heart. Lucius’ strength was, or at least had been, politics and money.

Narcissa had known instinctively that this group of young adults could either be the greatest of allies, or the most deadly of enemies. Not wanting them to realize that she was a dark witch and could very well be considered an enemy herself, she had introduced herself only as Narcissa of Wiltshire. No mention of the Malfoy family name nor of Death Eaters had crossed her tongue.

And yet…there was something about him. Something that drew her in and made her feel things she had never felt before.

She never meant for it to happen at all, let alone last as long as it had. He wasn’t even supposed to be there. Something about a trip that he was supposed to take, but didn’t due to lack of a muggle vehicle. But despite his plans, he did stay on the Hellmouth and despite her initial intentions, it did happen.

And really, it had been wonderful. Narcissa had shown him the joys of a woman’s body and he had shown her the joys of a pure heart. She had spent the remainder of that week living out the type of fantasy only found in those dreadful romance novels that teen witches found so fascinating.

What could it hurt, she had asked herself. Her husband was in Azkaban after that mess in the Department of Mysteries and she was on the American Hellmouth. A brief summer fling with a handsome and strong young man would hurt no one and nothing.

Only…now she was pregnant with that muggle’s child. She was going to give birth to a half-blood! She, a daughter of House Black and the wife of Lord Malfoy!

Narcissa had no clue what she should do.

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