Chapter Text
October 31st, 1981
Fear was an emotion Narcissa knew all too well. Every day for years she was on the verge of combusting in terror. Lucius wasn’t the same man she married. At one point, she might have loved him. Now, she can’t bear the thought of allowing him to be anywhere near her son. As a mother, she couldn’t — she wouldn’t allow her husband to use Draco as a pawn for the Dark Lord.
Lucius mentioned a heinous plan that the Dark Lord was planning. It made Narcissa sick that he agreed with the mad man’s plans. The idea of Lucius finding some kind of thrill in murdering a family and their infant son, who was close in age to Draco, was revolting.
With that being said, she formed a plan. For month’s, Narcissa secretly packed her belongings. From all of her clothes, her jewelry, and down to everything that belonged to Draco was packed discreetly. Lucis did not seem to notice, after all, his mind was elsewhere.
On the night of October 31, Narcissa carried out her plan.
Once Lucius left to assist the Death Eaters, Narcissa shrank all her belongings, grabbed Draco and placed the divorce papers on the desk inside his office. Narcissa was pleased that her ex-father-in-law gave her a way out by approving the divorce. He went as far as nullifying the marriage, claiming it was coerced from the beginning via a marriage contract that he did not approve of. Abraxas is a pure-blood fanatic like his son, but even he understands that Lord Voldemort isn’t sane and does not approve of his methods. Thus, when he caught Narcissa packing her belongings, Abraxas offered to end the marriage and give her and his grandson a way out.
Abraxas knew that in the end, Narcissa would not be happy or safe with Lucius. What mattered the most to him is that the current Malfoy heir, his grandson Draco, was away from the greedy hands of those who wished to cause him harm. Even if one of those exact people happens to be his own son.
As Narcissa signed the papers and placed the quill down, an odd tingle of magic coursed through her veins. It felt like freedom, like the ties that held her together with Lucius and the Malfoy family were cut from herself and her magic.
Without a second glance, Narcissa grabbed Draco and apparated away. Leaving no trace of her or Draco in the manor. It was like they never existed.
For once in their life, they were free.