Family Curses

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Chapter One: Embrace your fear, that way it might go away.

“The heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good”
Gabriel Garcia Marquez


The wind is cold against my face.
I had probably not been thinking straight when I agreed to meet him, here. Maybe I had, but my mind is not quite as clear these days. Everything seems a blur, consisting of tears and pain.

The war was over and we were rebuilding our lives.

We experienced pain. Many of us lost our loved ones and are still suffering.
We feel.
Right now, I feel how the heat in my body tries to warm me against the cold. I’m happy that I can feel even this little thing, because it means I’m alive. But I also feel pain, and it is the bad side of it.

I lost so many things in the war. Innocence is only one of them; I lost a part of my life that I can never get back. I also think I felt this way because I let my heart make my decisions. I need to think with my head, again. To be the intelligent person I was before the war.

Waiting, I thought, once more, about why I was here. He wrote me that he needed to see me, and that it was important. I know the reason. We all know why they are here, they are asking for our help. Though, not all of them.
There are some children playing with their toy brooms. I smile. They know nothing about life, they know nothing about the war, and most importantly, they know nothing about heartache. Not yet.

The biggest problem in all this? I am tired of everything that has happened. Tired of the destruction, the loss, and the responsibility we bore and still bear. We were still children when we fought a war. The war has changed me. I am sure it has changed all of us.

My heart is in so much pain, it has been like that since the end of the war. Our wands are weapons and we used them to destroy. I didn’t understand it. Muggles and Wizards, we are the same. We destroy; despite the great unimaginable costs to us.


He’s already here. I can see him; he’s watching the children play.
He makes his way to me. Finally, standing before me, he takes two steps back and smiles. He uses his wand and performs a warming charm, which I didn’t cast to warm myself. It is not how I usually am, yet another example of how lassaire-faire I am about life, now. I’ve never permitted myself to be like lazy till today. I never took anything for granted.

The sun is burning, but the cold wind is winning the battle. At some point I think of Draco and myself like the wind and the sun. Always fighting. I don’t really know him as a adult, only as the mean spirited boy from Hogwarts. But I’ve heard the rumors. Draco is on probation and Lucius is in Azkaban. As for Narcissa, I don’t really know much about her. But the owl I received from Malfoy said it has to do with his mother. He explained his mother wished to meet with me later, if I agree to help him. I knew from Ginny, Narcissa was sick and the Ministry granted permission to remain at Malfoy Manor to recuperate, until her verdict.

Again, it’s all speculation. I don’t pay attention to gossip. Perhaps, I should start now.

And I also know, that day, he didn´t stop to help people, but they say he didn´t kill anyone either. This is also very important. He is not a murder. But that is only one of the reasons I am here to talk to him today. The letter was shocking to read and I have to confess, I am intrigue to know what Malfoy needs me to do to help him, or his mother.

But people can change and that’s the real reason I’m here. Because I have to believe that even Draco Malfoy can change.

Of course, delving deeper and being completely honest, I am partly here because of my morbid satisfaction. I really want to know what Malfoy wants from me. It must be important if he asked to see me; he hates me, after all. I am sure that being in my presence is nearly painful for him.

His greeting is short, calm; almost a whisper.


“Granger.” He sounds sad; perhaps he has lost something like the rest of us.


“Malfoy.” My greeting is polite enough, but not friendly. We are not friends.


“You know why I asked you to meet me, here? “ He is staring at something, not looking into my eyes. Strangely, this time he sounds bored.


“I must admit, I have a clue why we are here” I keep my voice as calm, like his.


“I’m not doing it for myself. I’m here on behalf of the only person I truly love.”


“So, you love, as well . . . funny.” I reply sarcastically not wanting to feel sympathy for him.


“Yes, I love my mother and I need you to help her.” I´m silent

I know Narcissa Malfoy helped Harry in the final battle. She did it for the one person she truly loves, her son – the only person worth living for, in her eyes. It stands to reason that if she loves Malfoy, so he must love her. The love of a mother and child could make one a very formidable opponent. There was Lilly Potter and Molly Weasley. Molly killed Bellatrix for love.
It may be why I did things too. Love! It was always Dumbledore’s favorite explanation and most powerful weapon, now I believe is a bit ironic.


“Why me? I’m sure you can afford to pay for any help your mother might require.”
He pauses before answering.

“She is dying. She’s given up and giving in. She’s won’t fight to live any more, I love her and it’s important to me, because she’s my mother. I want her to die in her own bed, not in Azkaban.”

“I see. I didn’t know she was dying, I knew she was sick but I didn´t know it was so serious. I’m sorry, Malfoy.” I try to sound as if I didn’t care. But deep down I did. I knew what it felt like when the most important person in your life was dying.


“Yes, she is. She has been cursed, actually. The curse is like a tame version of the Killing Curse. It doesn’t kill you immediately; instead it’s slow and painful.”


“Isn’t there a counter-curse?” I had never heard of this? I can see Malfoy is a bit nervous and I am curious. I need to know more about this curse.


“No, but I am doing everything I can.” I can see in his eyes he is telling the true and that he is trying. I also see his body is relaxing, and I let myself do so, as well.


“And what exactly you need from me?” I asked, out of curiosity. His expression changed when I asked. I feel a little shame because I haven’t made a decision. I still don’t know if I can do something t help him.


“I need you to go to the hearing, and persuade Potter to go, as well, to testify. I was hoping you could tell them she didn’t curse you in our house and that Potter would remind them of what she did for him.”

Well, that doesn’t sound too difficult, does it?


“I don’t think it is a good idea for us to do this. What do we get from helping you?” I still feel like I need more to convince me.

I could see how hard this was for him. He was all but begging me to help him; for her, for the love they shared. No longer relaxed, I was now facing a frustrated Draco Malfoy.


“I would think you would bask in the pure satisfaction of helping someone who is, for all intensive purposes, innocent. Isn´t that your favorite hobby?” I tensed when I heard the comment, how can Draco Malfoy be so flippant in a situation like this.

Sending him my most hateful glare, I replied testily, “No, Malfoy, it isn’t my favorite hobby. I much prefer to see ferrets, like yourself, begging for my help.”

He coughs cleaning his throat. A slight laugh escapes him. He doesn’t feel confident and I can feel myself smiling a bit. “Granger, you are a funny person, but I think I’m right.”

Did he just try to make a joke? Now, that is just bizarre. I smile now entirely. However, somewhere between his cough and my smile, I made up my mind.


“Fine, I’ll do it. But I must speak with Harry first. I can’t promise he’ll be so giving of his time.”

His features are somehow changed. He seems less threatening, but I’m not fooled. I know
the devil wear many masks, just like Draco Malfoy. I suddenly remembered the evil, foul-mouthed little boy from Hogwarts; his face had always been fixed into a permanent sneer. Malice all over his fine features.

I keep repeating one word in my mind – love. I know that deep down helping Narcissa Malfoy could help me, as well. But not in the way Malfoy suspects. It could help me to heal and feel happy again. Doing something good for someone can make me feel good about myself. It will give me something to think besides the post-war tension and stress.

Now the hard part is coming to my senses. I have to tell Harry that I have agreed to help Malfoy.

He nods his head. “Thank you, I will be sure to thank you in a most graceful way.”

Is it a threat? I don’t think it is, he doesn’t like me and I am pretty sure that he is in emotional pain. He’s fighting his mother’s battle, he’s done it before. He is not here because he likes me, he is here because he has no other choice. I offer a solution to repair some of the mess in their lives.

“I don’t know the date yet.” I said quietly.


“We can meet; you can talk to my mother in a few days, so she can tell you her reasons.
I am sure it could be important for you to know why she is not doing anything to stay out of Azkaban. My father thinks it is a very good idea, and even if he wants his wife with him, he also wishes her to be at home when she passes away.”

I can’t stop noticing the sadness in his voice. Something is telling me not to listen; it is dangerous and if I go there I could lose myself.


“Well, thank you again, Granger. It’s been a pleasure to see you.” He is walking to the Apparition point, his face has again changed and he’s wearing a different mask.
I stay here for another two hours before I go home. Just to feel the wind because from time to time I need to remember I am alive. I need to remember the good times and also planning for the future.

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Harry has been taking pain potions. I know it and Ron knows it.
A few days after the war, we went our separate ways to think. We needed space and quiet.

Now, I see Harry smiling more and it is comforting. Ron is eating and that tells me he is going to be okay. I guess all of this had to happen in order for us to get some normalcy in our lives, again. Just being apart from each other helped us to sort things out. I know I needed it. I cannot read minds but I am almost certain my boys needed some personal space, as well.

I step into the room, somehow scared of what I’m here to say. I drape the blue cardigan I was wearing over the armchair, and smell the air in the house. Nothing is changed. All is the same, the walls, the furniture, the rooms; but we are not. We grew up in the middle of the war. We learned so much and I believe it made us better human beings, in the end.

Harry notices me when I turn to enter the kitchen. He greets me warmly and continues to recount to Ron something about visiting little Teddy and playing with him.

“I need to talk to you both, it is very important.” I said making some tea. I do it as distraction from what I’m here to say.

Ron nods his head; Harry dashes to the loo first. Finally, we sit, and with trembling hands I take a sip of my tea, worried about what is going to happen when I tell them.


“I agreed to do something and I think you are not going to like it.” I spoke as calmly as possible.


Harry was the first to speak and he sound wary. “And what would that be?”


“I saw Malfoy today.” I hoped they wouldn’t note the fear in my voice.


“I knew you were out, but I had no idea that you went to wizarding London.” Ron is always worried about me, it is sweet of him.


“So you saw the ferret, and then what?” Harry was starting to sound terse, a sure sign of his anger.

“We spoke . . . about his mother.”

Harry gave me a shocked stare.

“And? “ Ron asked, his voice shaking a bit.

“He needs us to help him.” I feel like I am talking out of my body. Harry still seems shocked, and Ron is beet red, while I want to run away.

I knew in that in this exact moment everything was going wrong. I should have taken a bit more care and warmed the conversation a bit. It might have been better. Well, possibly not, but it wouldn’t had hurt to try.

Harry is speaking, his anger in his icy tones. It scares me a little. “He is not worth our help.”

I know but I’m going to do it, I think. I’m going to do it for myself and, maybe, a little for another woman that loves. I wanted to prove, even if people hurt you, you can still be the better person and extend a hand when they are in need. It’s why we fought a war.

But it went so badly. I knew it would be, but I believe I deserve credit for trying. Before long, Harry had Floo-called Ron’s parents.

I explained myself, after the shouting and yelling had died down. I was surprised, but Molly felt it was a good idea.

On the other hand, Arthur thinks this is silly. Even after confessing that I believed in everyone’s capacity to change, he argued that it is impossible for people to change. Even more so with Malfoys, they don’t change.
I was shocked. Still, I would wait and make them see reason. Arthur knows better and, I’m sure he’ll eventually agree with me. And Harry and Ron will help as well. In the end, they are Gryffindors. They have good hearts, and are the most fantastic and loving people I have ever known.


Maybe. I hope anyway.

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