Beg Me

Narcissa heard curses in coming from the other room and slowly made her way towards the sitting room.  She held tightly onto the cane trying to ignore the pain in her legs as she moved.  Once there she settled herself in an armchair.

“Draco dear, what has happened to upset you?” She asked quietly.  

Her son’s face with tinged with red, forehead creased and his silver eyes were blazing when he turned back to her.  She watched his face fall into concern when he looked at her.

“He said no.” Draco stated with a bit of anger.

“Who?” Narcissa asked patiently.

“Bloody Potter.” Draco spit out.

Narcissa gasped, she never thought her son would contact Harry Potter.  After the war, the only contact their family had with him had been at the trials where Harry spoke for her and Draco.  She reached out her hand.

“Show me.” She demanded.

Draco pulled the crumpled parchment from his desk and handed it to her.

She read the missive and sighed. Of course Harry would say no.

“Try again, this time don’t insult him.” She stood and walked out slowly, parchment still in hand.  Once she got to her room she smiled.  She loved her son, but he could do with a tune up to his attitude and she knew just the tool to use, plus she really needed something for the pain.

Narcissa reached for her quill and began to write.

Mr. Potter,

It has come to my attention that my son sent you a rather offensive missive.  I understand your answer completely.  I have never understood my son’s fascination with bad manners around you, but feel free to react or respond how you see fit. Short of irreparable damage of course.  I do wish to renew the request for the potion, He was right to ask you.  As no other Potion Master will be as capable and thorough as you will be.  I ask for myself and will pay whatever expenses you need.

I fell ill with only a twinge in my leg shortly after the last battle.  I am unsure what I was exposed to during the Dark Lord’s stay.  Normal torture was a regular occurrence as you well know from the trials.  I was witness to only two dark rituals.  Those may be the key to unlocking what has happened to me. The memories are with the ministry for your viewing if needed. You may show them this letter as my permission to gain a copy.  I am at your disposal.  

Let my son pursue this on his own, but don’t let him know I have talked to you. He does need to learn better manners where you are concerned.

Humbly Your,

Narcissa Malfoy.

She called her personal owl and tied the letter to its leg, hopefully it arrived before Draco’s next letter.  She looked back down at Draco’s first letter and shook her head.

Draco was fuming, and still pacing the carpet in the sitting room long after his mother left.  He did not understand, he did not see what was wrong in his letter.  He asked for help even saying he would do it himself if he could. He walked over to the desk in the corner and tried again.

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