Draco’s lip curled. “You say that as if you actually admired her.”
“I did. Lily Potter was one of the most powerful witches I have ever met, as well as one of the most courageous. Her parentage had absolutely nothing to do with that.” Narcissa said sharply. “But that brings us to the other half of this conversation. You are not your father, Draco. Not James, and not Lucius. You are a powerful, intelligent wizard with your own mind and path. So tell me true. Do you honestly believe in blood purity and that there are some people who are less because of who their parents are?”
He opened his mouth to reply that of course he believed in blood purity! He was of noble blood, that could be traced back to the great Morgana le Fey herself! Magic coursed through his veins, unlike those muggles, who would never know the thrill of casting a spell or shooting through the air on a broom. Didn’t that make them less because of it? Sure, some of them were lucky enough to mate with those of magic blood, and occasionally they had children that inherited the magic, but even they were less. Less powerful, less magical, less intell…Draco stopped. His mental reasoning and justification suddenly had a witch sized hole in it. A witch with bushy hair, named Hermione Granger.
Hermione was a Muggle born, a fellow student in his year at Hogwarts, and had been the bane of his existence since his first day at school. She was the brightest witch in their year, and usually the first to master whatever new spell, charm, or potion they were working on in class, often with no effort. Magic came effortlessly to her, theory and application, which shouldn’t have been possible if she didn’t already have the power to perform the spell work in the first place. But she was a Muggle born. Her parents had no magic whatsoever, so how had they produced such a powerful witch?
Narcissa read the thoughts on his face with ease, and smiled to herself. Time to land the final blow to Lucius’s teachings. “Lily was a Muggle born, and one of the most powerful and smartest witches I have ever met.” She repeated quietly. “She was also your godmother, come to that. Magic chooses us, just as our wands do. Parentage and blood is only a small fraction of the reasons why.” She curled her lip in disdain. “Besides, the Dark Lord is a half-blood.”
“What?!?!” Draco yelped.
“Tom Marvolo Riddle. Born to a witch and a muggle. Lucius bragged about it, though I’m sure that he would’ve made sure that he had a way to kill Riddle himself, if he started to veer in a direction not in line with Lucius’s beliefs and guidance. Thought it amusing and ironic. Said he agreed enough with Riddle’s end goal to follow him until the time was right, and anyone with that much natural power and charisma would do great things. He later excused his allowing Riddle to brand him like a sheep by saying that he didn’t wish to get on Riddle’s bad side! Your precious Lucius, along with all of his pureblood noble witches and wizards, willingly groveled at their lord’s feet, in the mud, and kissed his robes!” She said icily, her words having even more impact for her too calm tone. “And with every brand that he pressed into their flesh, Marking them as his, so they ended centuries of wizarding heritage and tradition and lineage.”