“I’m sorry, Selina.” He murmured into her hair with a sigh. “I didn’t tell anyone – not even Lily or Sirius – that I was going to try to use the Draught to counter the Killing Curse. The only reason Remus knew was because he came to check on us in the aftermath and heard my heartbeat with his enhanced senses. He made the arrangements to get me and Harry out of the country; he didn’t even wake me up until we were well out of Britain. And then I was busy grieving, just as much as you were here.” he shook his head, smoothing her hair back with a gentle gesture. “By the time I thought about contacting you I didn’t know how to do so safely, that wouldn’t put you and Draco into more danger. You were safe here, I thought, protected by your name and status, plus Lucius’s reputation. I made triply sure that any of the information you gave us was destroyed, and we never revealed our sources. And honestly, I never meant to be gone for ten years. I wanted to wait until the madness had died down a bit, and then come back home – and you.”
That got her to push out of his embrace and take a step back to glare at him accusingly. “Why? You only went along with Lily’s mad plan in the first place because you were indulging her, not because you actually cared for me.”
He froze, his entire body stiffening with shock. “If that’s what you truly believe, then you fuck the buggering hell off right now, Narcissa. How dare you?”
She winced at the icy venom in his voice, squeezing her eyes shut in frustration as he began rummaging through the cabinets, presumably looking for his wand.
“James…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.” She said into the silence. “I know you cared for me, in your own way. I just – our relationship has always been an odd one. Some days you were more older brother than my best friend’s husband, and when we were little, you were more like a cousin than crush material.” She perched on the bed, watching him. “And I know you need to get to Harry and I need to return home, but this may be the only time to have this conversation, so…please.”
“No. I need to go see my son, tell him that I’m alive!” He snapped. “And then I need to go kill Dumbledore. So bugger off; we’ll talk later.”
“James Potter, you will do no such thing! Sit down!” She tackled him; they both went flying back onto the bed, with her ending up sprawled over him once more.
“Dammit, ‘Lina.” James groaned. “I don’t remember you being so damn physical before.”
She blew her hair out of her face in exasperation. “You incite violent tendencies in all you meet, James. Not just me.” She propped her elbows up on his chest, making him grunt, before peering down at him. “You can’t go see Harry. Not yet. Everyone thinks you’re dead! Including Harry! If you just show up, he’ll think you’re a ghost or something, or that he’s gone mad! Term is over in three days. You can see him then – oh. No!”
“What?” he demanded.