“Promise me that you will tell him, though.” James said abruptly. “And that you will teach him to look out for his younger brother, as he may – no matter what sides or Houses they’re in.”
“War is coming, Selina.” He said softly. “It creeps over us, like a shadow on the land. Voldemort rises in power. I know that you may have to make choices in the future that will put us in direct opposition. Like Sirius and Regulus eventually had to. But they’re still brothers and blood, and that will show true when it counts. Please.”
Narcissa met his gaze for a long moment, before slowly inclining her head. “I promise I will protect our sons as best as I can, James. And when it counts, they will protect each other. This I swear, by blood, magic, and intent.” A gold quill streamed out of her wand, inking the words she had vowed onto her arm in glittery script, before sinking into her skin and disappearing.
“So mote it be.” Lily said quietly. “Shall we proceed then with creating our fierce little protective dragon?”
Draco gasped as he was thrown out of the memory and back into his own head. He met the level gaze of his mother, still reeling with the implications of what he had seen and learned. “You – I – I’m the son of a Potter?!?!”
“You are a Black.” She corrected firmly. “You are the last living male directly connected to the Black line, by both your father and your mother, and that makes you the heir, even more so than Harry. But yes. The man who sired you was James Potter, not Lucius Malfoy. His line ends with him.”
Draco’s mind was whirling. It was too much. “All-those-years!” he spat. “The lectures and lessons and punishments when I didn’t quite act the way a Malfoy was supposed to conduct himself! And the whole time–”
“Lily Potter was as close to a best friend and sister as I ever had.” Narcissa interrupted bluntly. “She was brilliant and ruthless and at times vicious and cruel. But she also laughed and loved and lived with every fiber of her being. She was the epitome of what a witch should be, no matter their parentage.” She put her hands firmly on Draco’s shoulders, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Lucius had the illusion of more influence over you because I allowed it, to protect us both. I put negative triggers in your mind, associated with the words Muggle, Muggle-born, and Harry Potter, among others.”
“What?” he whispered.
“You needed to be able to naturally react how Lucius wanted, yet I needed a back door besides the bracelet to bring you back to me, should the opportunity arise.” She drew her wand. “Hold still. This will only take a moment.”
It was as if someone had cleared out cobwebs from his mind and senses. Everything was brighter, cleaner.
“How do you feel?” She asked. “Muggles. Muggle-born. Harry Potter. Hermione Granger.”
“I feel…nothing.” He said slowly, waiting for the surge of rage and hatred he normally felt at hearing the despised words and names. “So it was all the blocks?”
“Yes. It was safer for you if you had no knowledge of anything else but Lucius.” She said quietly. “Safer if you were taught to be a true Slytherin and pureblood, despite being the son of a Gryffindor.” A wan smile flitted about her lips. “Your impulsiveness and temper are very much your father’s – James’s – influences.” She raised a finely arched pale brow. “Something I believe, that young Harry has inherited also?”