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Merry Christmas, my friends.
I'll be back online on the 29th, all being well.
Night
The terrace glittered with frost, as if Lucius was seeing the magic in every stone.
“Is he asleep?”
“Yes.” Narcissa’s breath hung in the air.
Little Draco had resisted going to bed - but then this was his first Christmas with his father. The Dark Lord and Azkaban had swallowed the first two.
Perhaps he should have been less harsh with the child. So much to rebuild…
Narcissa slid her arm round his waist. “It’s going to be all right.”
He pulled her close.
“Yes, love. Merry Christmas.”
The stars above twinkled, pinpricks of light in a vast cold world.
I'll be back online on the 29th, all being well.
The terrace glittered with frost, as if Lucius was seeing the magic in every stone.
“Is he asleep?”
“Yes.” Narcissa’s breath hung in the air.
Little Draco had resisted going to bed - but then this was his first Christmas with his father. The Dark Lord and Azkaban had swallowed the first two.
Perhaps he should have been less harsh with the child. So much to rebuild…
Narcissa slid her arm round his waist. “It’s going to be all right.”
He pulled her close.
“Yes, love. Merry Christmas.”
The stars above twinkled, pinpricks of light in a vast cold world.
