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Narcissa Malfoy woke up with a problem.
Scratch that.
Multiple problems.
The first, was the glaring fact that her left ring finger was missing its platinum band with its subtle diamond and sapphire combo. Instead of being on her hand, it was in a box on her bedside table along side a scroll wrapped in a set of ribbons that she knew were from her bonding ceremony with Lucius.
Second, the door to her rooms being flung open by her son had the witch sitting up and raising a slender eyebrow before she noticed the scales decorating her son’s face. Alarm flashed in her cerulean hues as she stood when her son’s body vanished in a pop and puff of smoke as he stepped across the threshold. The magic she felt years before as she cared for Lucius's father, Abraxas, before he passed of Dragon Pox. She sighed, and a hand rose to rub against the bridge of her nose.
And third, would be the fine dusting of feathers that dropped from her bed onto the floor as she stood up. Of course, with her marriage now officially annulled due to a clause in her contract with Lucius , her creature inheritance had returned.
Of course the Malfoy curse would come into effect. It wasn’t the first time it hit this family, but it hadn't skipped multiple generations as it had in the past. The most recent was Abraxas and his death from the Dragon Pox. He would have been alright if he had been younger. But Narcissa also figured losing his wife not long before he became sick was a factor, as witches and wizards could die of heartbreak. Especially if their bond was strong. Her Great Aunt Lucretia had been such a case, as well as her great uncle Arcturus.
Calling a house-elf for a small breakfast to be delivered to her room, Narcissa grabbed her wand. The change had turned her son into a petit white and silver dragon. But, unfortunately, she didn't recognize the dragon species as she watched the dear thing promptly pass out.
Narcissa sat at the small table in her bedroom after picking Draco's new form , up from the chilled tile floor. She had transfigured one of the vases into a carrier to transport the young dragon. She ate quickly, while sending a letter through the newest craze for wizarding society, Floo mail.
It wasn’t meant for everyday correspondence but more for emergencies. Scrolls soaked in liquidized floo powder were sold in small amounts, and nearly every witch or wizard with the funds for them had at least one. Signing the scroll’s paper, she watched as it vanished into the bright green flames as she nibbled on some toast.
“Pim,” she called for the house-elf she had brought into the manor when she married Lucius. The aforementioned houseelf appeared with a soft pop dressed in a simple but clean, soft beige uniform. Narcissa never understood why the servants couldn’t be dressed nicely, and since Pim was one of three elves under her hand, she allowed her to dress as she pleased.
“Yes, Madam Black?” Pim spoke crisply and clearly, another thing Narcissa perferred with her house-elves.
“Prepare a trunk for a month or so worth of travelling. We will stay at Grimwood Glen for some time while I try to revert my son back to normal. Have Lanis pack a trunk for Draco as well and send Atla ahead to clean up the place.” As she gave instructions, she walked to her wardrobe to dress, magic already at work braiding her blonde locks.
All too soon , she stood in the midst of her room, preparing to leave. The Malfoy house-elves would put the manor on lock down after she left, per her wishes. With a deep breath, she picked up the transfigured cage, a pinch of floo powder and the response letter. She sprinkled the powder onto the letter, which first sparked blue, and then as it set itself aflame, the fire turned green with a noisy crackle. Then, she stepped calmly into the green flames as she spoke her name, location, and passcode, allowing her to access the Floo. “Narcissa Black, Inima Dragonului, Shortsnout.” And with that, she vanished from Malfoy Manor.
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Charlus Weasley, better known as Charlie, was not having the best day at work. Two Handlers were already out for the day dealing with second-degree burns and broken bones. In addition, he felt as if he had literally just gone to bed only to be awoken by the Patronus of his boss, Jasper Ridgebit.
So Charlie woke with a yawn and a quick shower. He pulled his oddly strawberry blond hair back into a tight braid against his scalp as he walked out the door. While walking to Jasper's office, he called for one of the reserve’s house-elves for a quick bite to eat and coffee that he gulped down as he arrived at the reserve's office.
Jasper didn't let Charlie even greet him as he spoke first, “We received a letter just moments ago from a Healer in Britain who has offered her services in exchange for our help. Charlie you’re here as one of our youngest, and at the moment... most capable keepers since Jazz and Igna are out to retrieving those eggs from the UK and theyoungling from the Drakar Reservation…” Charlie tuned out Jasper’s rambling for the moment to let him get it out.
“Anyways,” Charlie blinked and looked back at Jasper, who cleared his throat. “Apparently, this Healer comes from a family where a curse tends to trigger if the Magic of the family feels wronged. So she has come here to both get away from the war and get her son back to normal in time for school, hopefully.”
Charlie’s brows furrowed as he mentally tried to think of whom it could be, but his guess would be cut short as Jasper’s fireplace flared green. And then the most melodious voice echoed into the office from the flames.
The dracken side of him gave a soft growl as his nerves lit with a strange fire. It was his mate coming through, whomever they may be.