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Narcissa is downstairs this afternoon, over near the observation window. Pacing. And being, in general, very Not Happy.

This might have something to do with a certain note she read (and destroyed) earlier.

Just maybe.

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"I don't care where we go, so long as he's safe." She sighs, running a hand over her face.

"Home isn't, anymore. It hasn't been for months and may never be again."

"He'll find us."

A gesture at the door.

"As many of us as show up here, he'll find us."

"Then what do you propose we do?"

It hurts for him to say this, but he guts it out.

"If there were no Dark Lord, there would be no problem."

Narcissa looks at him as if he's just given her the understatement of the year.

Because he has.

"Indeed."

And Lucius drops ionto a seat, dropping his weary head into his hands.

"I don't know."

Finally, she relents. It's obvious he is distressing over the situation.

Narcissa kneels beside her husband's chair, a gentle hand on his knee. "We have to figure out a way around it."

"I do."

He agrees.

"Perhaps I can tell him simply that Draco is no longer in this world? It is truth."

"Only if he agrees to never go back." Narcissa sighs softly and looks up at him.

"I'm not certain he would."

"He is rash, strong, and prone to believing himself untouchable."

And here, he actually manages to find a smile.

"Quite like a young witch I used to know."

Yes, he's talking about her.

She offers a small smile back.

"That could really be either of us."

A brief pause.

"when he comes back, we should all talk about this, the three of us. He needs to know he's not in danger."

Lucius nods.

"Of course, my love."

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