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A MOTHER’S LOVE.

Protection. The art of shielding a loved one from great harm or danger, an action expected to be taken by a mother, in any circumstance. Of course, protecting her son was Narcissa Malfoy’s only intention nowadays, as it had been since he was conceived, but now more than ever.

Danger. It loomed around every corner, the unknown being faced on a day-to-day style. It was   unbearable   for the mother of one child, trying to shield a rebellious child from war.

DEVASTATION. The art of being destroyed to ashes, and having to rebuild oneself from the dust, whilst protecting her only pride and joy from any harm that may come.

TWO DAYS since Lucius Malfoy was tried and found guilty of all charges. Leaving behind his wife and son, the matriarch of course took it upon herself to keep her and her son safe. Especially now that the Dark Lord was planning on taking his fury with Lucius out on Draco. Narcissa was not having any of it. Already, she had tried to settle negotiations with The Dark Lord. It ended with a hard slap against her beautiful, porcelain cheek, a scolding, and a horrible offer. An offer that would be taken only if it meant her son would be at no risk. Draco had been personally invited to join the Dark Lord’s cause, and to accept the Dark Mark.

“ Draco, “ Narcissa initially pleaded, keeping her voice as low as she could manage, for she did not want to create a scene, “I have made a deal with the Dark Lord.” Her gentle eyes scanned his, and her pale, comforting hand, rested on top of his, gripping his wrist. “You’ve no longer any need to take the mark. I insist you do not take it, in fact. I’ve told you once and I will tell you a thousand times, there is no need for you to take your father’s place. He will be back with us.” Her other hand shook in her lap, where he could not see, “Until then, I will be the one to take the Dark Lord’s...” punishment  “demands. It is my duty as your mother to take the burden. Now, you will still be attending school of course, so I suggest we take a trip to Diagon Alley tomorrow to purchase your supply list--”

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          ❛  you know, draco, it appears i should be here every single day.  ❜  he nudges him lightly, trying to get that frown off his face if only by a little.  ❛  you’ll keep growing so fast, and soon enough i’ll find you’ll be taller than me.  ❜ 

 @mlfoi  /  that baby thing.

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               ‘ i'd trade my luck to know why he's caught in the crossfire. ’ / * @mlfoi !  stephen - crossfire

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                             ‘ you leave me no choice. ’     he says as the quill quickly slides through the piece of parchment, leaving behind neatly drawn words.   silence falls in the room while the professor composes the letter, his lips pressed into a thin line, making him resemble an unfair & poorly groomed mcgonagall.    ‘ look at what you’ve done ! ’   snape barks, finally directing his glare to the young malfoy.    ‘ you are going out of your way for a small student quarrel.  your father will hear about this. ’      /   @mlfoi   ♡           the glory & the scum by delain

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cookies and cream + rocky road !

cookies & cream: a family headcanon 

hannah is an only child, despite the fact that she had ALWAYS wanted brothers and sisters. it seemed to be the one thing her parents wouldn’t give her. they were both avid travelers, both very busy people, and one child was all they ever planned on having. hannah was the light of their world, the love of their lives, but they had never planned on having more than one child. maybe it was for this reason that hannah loved her AMERICAN COUSINS so much, her mother’ family. her mother had an older brother and a younger sister, both of whom married and had multiple children. hannah’s uncle john and aunt marie had four children, while her aunt christine and uncle joe had three. hannah visited them all fairly regularly, either during the summers or over christmas, depending on the year. her cousins were like the siblings she never had. they’re louder and bolder than she is, mostly, but she loves that they are. in their company she’s just a little louder - - just a little wilder - - than usual.

rocky road: a difficulty or struggle headcanon

both of hannah’s parents are remarkable people, both incredibly interesting in their own right. her mother was brilliant and beautiful and charming, her father suave, handsome, a masterful negotiator. they had both traveled the world, seen and done amazing things. they became highly successful in their careers, and were roundly respected by those that knew them. and then there was hannah. sweet, round-faced hannah. a pretty baby, but not striking, she would never become a striking beauty. she fumbled her way through transfiguration. she never showed any of the same signs of brilliance as her parents, and though they never pressured her into finding ways to match their brilliance, she always felt something of an outside pressure. (sometimes she felt they deserved a child more like them, a girl with her mother’s beauty and confidence, or a son, brilliant at spellwork, who could follow her father’s footsteps). it made her anxious about anything based on performance, including marks and exams. she has what her mother fondly called “a nervous streak” to begin with, but this idea of expectations, of wanting to be good enough, wanting to avoid the disappointed look in her father’s eyes she’d catch in unguarded moments (when she couldn’t quite get an answer, when her marks dipped just a little) caused the sort of extreme test anxiety that multiplied a ferret into pigeons and once sent her to the hospital wing. 

HEADCANON MEME! ice cream flavors : (accepting)

[facingdeath-a-blog]

           it takes a moment to take in the surroundings, and it feels no less strange when his vision stops being blurred. it has been a while  ——  he’s not sure how long, but all this time he’s been floating, and then suddenly he isn’t. instead, there is a room that feels like he’s seen it before, and. . .  a boy. it’s only after a moment regulus notices him, and feeling groggy is entirely useless even after death, so his ghostly head tilts to the side.

       ❛  you. . .  ——  look familiar.  ❜  his voice feels foreign too, and perhaps if he had a body it’d be more hoarse, but he doesn’t. another beat passes instead, and then as gaze runs over the room, something seems to suddenly click.  ❛  ——  narcissa. ❜ 

@mlfoi​  /  ghost verse sc.

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do it coward

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this is fanfiction snarry isnt it

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