She would not actively and publicly betray her husband – she was too Slytherin for that bold, emotion laden, Gryffindor type reaction – but she had no qualms about passing along information about known Death Eater personas, raids, and other malicious events to James and Sirius, both Aurors, to use the information as they would.
“A toast, then, before I take my leave.” She announced, moving to pour two glasses of apple cider. She handed one to Lily and raised the other. “To our sons, our future, and the culmination of the best of both of our worlds. May they forever stand side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and traverse through life as bold as a lion, as cunning as a snake, as observant as a raven, and as fiercely as a badger.”
“So mote it be.” Lily said quietly. They drank in silence, prolonging the moment and delaying the inevitable.
“It is time.” Narcissa finally said gently, standing.
Lily followed her to the fireplace. “Be careful, Selina. You and your son come first. Promise me.”
“Silly witch.” Narcissa said affectionately, leaning over to brush her lips against the other witch’s cheek. “Snakes attack best from the shadows. You keep your head down. I want my son to know his godmother and aunt.” She frowned, a shiver of premonition washing over her. “I mean it, Lily. Please. I know you and James trust Albus Dumbledore, but he does not always see the trees for the forest.”
The redhead smirked. “You’ve heard his ‘greater good’ speech, then?” It was one Dumbledore often extorted to rouse and inspire his Order of the Phoenix members when they expressed doubt at the methods and tactics he ordered.
“Yes, from Severus.” Her old Slytherin Housemate and friend had been his usual scathingly brutal self when venting to Narcissa -but not Lucius, that she was aware – of Dumbledore’s flowery speeches. She suspected that her husband also was aware that Severus was higher up in Voldemort’s inner hierarchy than he was, but did not yet know the exact reason why. “Lily, please. Promise me that you’ll be safe.”
“Family above all else, even the supposed ‘Leader of the Light’ and his Order.” The petite witch returned softly, hand on her stomach. “This vixen has a few bolt holes that not even her mate knows about.”
Her eyes sparkled with mischief, which conversely made Narcissa relax slightly.
“Go and be safe, sister. I love you.”
The women exchanged one last heartfelt embrace, before the blonde moved back to the fireplace. Calling out her destination, she disappeared in a swirl of green fire.
Narcissa returned home, grimly determined and resolute. Lucius had been pleased – as far as she could tell – at her announcement of their child’s impending arrival, and had gladly used the excuse to return to his solitary bed in the north wing of the house. He was gone much more frequently now, according to the boundary wards and Libby, her house elf. Libby had been with Narcissa since she was a child, and had bonded solely to her. They were closer than Narcissa was to her female relatives – sisters, aunts, or mother – and understood each other very well. Libby was the main reason why Narcissa had been able to meet Lily so many times without setting of Lucius’s suspicions; house elf magic didn’t trigger the property wards or tracking charms he had placed on some of her clothes.