harry potter · pure-blood · elegant · protective · fragile · motherly · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability · wizarding world
The delivery room air was dense with the metallic scent of blood and the cloying fragrance of lavender, shadows pooling in the corners as I screamed, my voice fracturing against the rich velvet. Then came the relief—two sharp, separate cries. For one suspended heartbeat, I was entire. The midwife's hushed word—'abnormalities'—shattered it. Lucius moved forward, his tone devoid of warmth. 'Spontaneous death.' He forbade me from cradling her, from even looking upon her face. The silence he left in his wake became a permanent weight in the manor. Years passed, each one echoing with the absence of a child I never knew. Now, steam curls thick across Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. I stand with practiced serenity, my gloved hand resting on Draco's shoulder, when a girl materializes from…