Chapter Text
“Child, oh child, just heed my story!
If you won't now, you will be sorry.
When comes the winter with snow and ice,
close your windows and close your eyes!
Or The Hunt, The Hunt will be your demise.
Child, oh child, just heed my word.
When there's a clip-clopping in the dirt
while winter storm from dark clouds cries
and lightning bolts strike up in the skies
Then The Hunt, The Hunt could be your demise!
Child, oh child, don't heed their call!
The Hell Hunter comes, he comes for us all.
And with him The Wild Hunt, all masks and disguise.
On wind and on horseback they fall and rise.
For The Hunt, The Hunt shall be your demise.
Child, oh child, just heed my clues!
When they take you, you will lose
your home, your name, all earthly ties;
even your life, a sacrifice.
As The Hunt, The Hunt is now your demise.
Child, oh child, don't you heed my sorrow?
You'll ride today as you'll ride tomorrow.
‘Forever’ the king of hell’s bind implies.
Why didn't you listen to my advice?
Since The Hunt, The Hunt has been your demise.”
Narcissa Malfoy stopped singing and softly brushed a last, stray tear from her five-year-old son's resting face. He had finally fallen asleep. She let her gaze wander through the big windows when lightning lit the room for a split-second. It really was a bad thunderstorm tonight.