dracoharry100 | Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 25.

Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 25.
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: mend
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!

Summary: We take a short break from Draco and Harry to check in with Narcissa, and the Litigator prosecuting the man who desecrated the privacy of her bedroom and her home.

Author's Note: Part one: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 24: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/125325.html#cutid1

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“I… see,” Narcissa said, sipping tea. The Ministry Litigator (no older than Draco!), steepled her fingers and looked at her, calm and quiet, waiting for her to be ready for more. “Peculiar that I don’t remember him.”

“He wasn’t… stationed here. Voldemort didn’t even see fit to mark him.”

“The Dark Lord did feel strongly about that being an honor,” Narcissa replied, hiding none of her disgust.

“When we got the right Auror in the room with him, he started chattering like a magpie,” the Litigator continued. “He’s delusional, specifically about you. Went on and on about ‘mending your relationship’.”

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“When was he at Hogwarts?”

“Hm,” the Litigator checked her notes. “Looks like he was a Slytherin also, two years before you.”

“Matthew Rosscot? Perhaps I do remember him from school,” Narcissa mused slowly, drinking more tea and looking closely at the old, mended photo. “He was an entitled little brat back then, I recall. Constantly trying to sneak into the girls’ dormitories.”

The Litigator was taking notes. “Can you think of anyone, student or teacher, who might have similar memories of him?”

“Anyone who is still alive, you mean?” Narcissa said, dry as dust.

The Litigator frowned, then nodded.

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“Thank you again, Mrs Malfoy,” the Litigator said. She stood and packed her papers with a wandless wave. Narcissa walked her to the door. “I want to assure you we have a very strong case. We fully expect to send Rosscot to Azkaban.”

“Do you think so?” Narcissa asked, perhaps too honestly. “I know you are young, but perhaps you have been in the professional world – or simply been a woman in the world long enough to know – men frequently believe they have the right to do such things to women, and frankly, they often turn out to be correct.”

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The young Litigator fixed her dark eyes on Narcissa’s. “I was one of three women in a litigation school of sixty-two. I graduated top of my class and was the last to get hired. I’ve been pushed to mend a thousand fences some man broke without my assistance. I had to make each fence better than it was before. Only then could I be treated with what passes for respect at the ministry. Mrs Malfoy, I understand the injustice Rosscot perpetrated upon you.”

Thank you, Ms Granger,” Narcissa said, shaking hands and smiling for the first time since the attack.

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Cont.: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/130106.html#cutid1