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WEEKSย
went by and Celeste's new obsession of finding the truth about her past had faded away. She had nearly forgotten the thing and had happily moved on with her life. Celeste would spend her days with her friends โ taking classes and doing some extra studying later on which didn't please Ron Weasley.ย
While Celeste hasn't found out anything about her past, she had found out that the paper Luna reads every day was a paper her father owns. Celeste thought it was really sweet and she even had a long talk with Luna about her father Xenophilius Lovegood and Luna had promised that Celeste could meet him some day.
The last Quidditchย match of the semester was played by Gryffindor against Ravenclaw on the last Saturday of May, leading to Gryffindor defeating Ravenclaw. When everyone ran to the victories to congratulate them, Celeste and Beth walked slowly towards the loosing team, their team.ย
"This people takes this very seriously," Celeste laughed and twirled around as they walked. "But then again it's better than listen to thatย awful professor Umbridge."
"You're very right about that," Beth chuckled and skipped around, making Celeste do the same thing.
Narcissa Malfoy decided to come and see Quidditch match, which was very unlike her but she wanted to see Draco after the match since he has been so occupied with school โ meaning that Narcissa hasn't heard from her son in weeks. Narcissa stood at the edge of the field when she heard the same giggle she heard few weeks ago.ย
She turned her head from one side to another few times, scanning the scene and looking for the source. Finally she noticed the same giggling, happy blond girl she saw at the bookstore. Like instinct she decided to walk towards the girl for a reason she wasn't even quite sure of; even though she wasn't that far away for some reason the walk to the girl felt like eternity. When Narcissa was finally close enough so she could touch the girl, she started to back down.ย
I'm just loosing my mindย she thought to herself but before she got to turn around, Celeste turned and faced her.
"Oh hello," Celeste said and flashed the most beautiful smile ever. "You're the lady from the bookstore, am I correct?"
Narcissa stared at Celeste. "Umm yes, that's right," Narcissa tried to smile. "H-how was the book?"
"It was very good," Celeste said. "And the ice cream recommendation, that was really good. I liked it a lot," she giggled.
It took ย few seconds for Narcissa to get over that giggle again, it was like the world around her started to spin around and she needed to close her eyes for a second.ย
Celeste noticed her distress and took Narcissa's hand. "Are you all right?" She asked.
Narcissa quickly snapped her hand back from Celeste's but couldn't ignore the comfort and warmth she got from it. "Y-yes I'm alright, thank you," she sighed.
"Mother, are you coming or not?" Draco Malfoy walked to his mother and Celeste.
Celeste looked at Draco and then at Narcissa. "Aaah you're Draco's mother, now I see it," Celeste said and playfully shook her head. "I thought you looked somehow familiar when I met you at the bookstore but now it makes sense."
"Yes I am." Narcissa said smiling and glanced at his son, who was now standing next to her. "So do two know each other well?"ย
Celeste shook her head. "Not really. We only have a few classed together."
"She's a Ravenclaw," snorted Draco, earning an eye roll from Celeste.ย
Because Celeste was a polite girl, she didn't have the guts to leave the two blondes but she really wanted to. Luckily for her, her guardian angel Olivia chose to enter the scene.
"Honey!" Olivia called after Celeste when she ran to her niece. "Beth and Nathan wanted to know if you're coming soon," she said and kissed Celeste's cheek. "Oh I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?"
"Mrs Malfoy, this is my aunt Olivia Starling," Celeste said and proudly introduced her aunt. "Or my uncle's wife but I call her aunt."
"Oh, Draco's mother," Olivia smiled and shook Narcissa's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Like wise," Narcissa smiled stiffly. "And umm what's yo--" Narcissa was about to ask Celeste's name when Beth came.
"We must go now!" Beth said and dragged Celeste away, her aunt walking right besides her.
"I am sorry Mrs Malfoy!" Celeste called after Narcissa as she ran off with Beth.
Narcissa watched as the girl and her friend walked, hand in hand with the girl's aunt; oh how she would give anything for that, Draco is too embarrassed to hang around his mother. She watched as Celeste then ran to her friends and jumped on Nathan's back, Narcissa saw how the girl, whose name she doesn't know, looked so happy and so innocent; and maybe she really was.
"Draco?" Narcissa turned to his son. "Do you know that girl?" She asked and pointed at Celeste.
"I don't know her, I know of her," Draco shrugged.
"What's her name?" Narcissa asked and bit her lip as she waited for her son to respond.
"Uuum Celena or something like that. I really haven't paid that much of attention to her," Draco said. "And she's American, I don't understand half of the things she says."
"And her aunt?" Narcissa swallowed.
"She's a professor for the semester," Draco said and started to get annoyed by all of his mother's questions. "Can we just go?"
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NARCISSA MALFOYย
has always considered herself as a lucky woman; until eleven years ago.ย
She had it all. She was married to a pureblood Malfoy, she lived in a Manor, she was wealthy but above that all she had two wonderful children. Her little twins; the first born Draco Lucius Abraxas Malfoy and her darling daughter Celeste Narcissa Bellatrix Malfoy and oh how hard she had fought to have them. It took years for her to finally get pregnant and she nearly lost her little girl as she arrived to the world without breathing.
And now she was gone, she's been gone for eleven long and excruciating years. As for her perfect life, it did not exist anymore and it hasn't for the past eleven years but throughout the years she had learned to live with it or at least that was what she had told her husband.
Narcissa wandered around the house until she stopped in front of Celeste's room, she hasn't been there for awhile. She slowly opened the door and leaned against the doorway, everything was still exactly the same. Her daughter's little bed where she used curl up next to her and sing her asleep, the closets and dressers which were still filled with four years old clothes, little toys laying in the corner of the room and a little teddy bear was still on the bed.
"What are you doing Cissa?" Lucius asked when he saw his wife standing in their daughter's room. "You know that you're not suppose to be here," he sighed sadly.
Narcissa quickly straighten her posture. "I-I know, I just needed a moment," she said quietly without turning towards her husband.
"You can't let yourself getting ill with this again," Lucius said and carefully guided her out of the room. He closed the door behind him and placed his hands on Narcissa shoulders, and looked at his wife's sad eyes.ย
Lucius wanted his daughter back, he really did but he didn't want to give himself or his wife false hope. The girl was four when she was taken and it has been eleven years, the odds were against them.
"I am not ill," said Narcissa bitterly, trying to avoid her husband's gaze.
She knew Lucius was right. Whenever she starts to think of Celeste more than she should โ she begins to have paranoids and nightmares over the night when Celeste was taken from them.
"I know love," said Lucius. "I am just concerned."
Narcissa bit her lip before letting out a heavy sigh. "I know she isn't coming back. She's been gone for over a decade so if she's still alive..." she said and swallowed a lump from her throat. "She still isn't coming back. She was four and most likely she has forgotten about us. She has forgotten how much she loved to spend time with her papa and..."
Lucius closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath in before opening his eyes again. "Cissa..."
"But there's this girl..." started Narcissa and the look her husband gave her, made her want to cry. "And I know what you are going to say but she, she really looks like.... I mean she has blonde hair and those eyes are just as golden and sweet as Celeste's."
"Celeste wasn't the only child in the world with blonde hair and golden eyes," sighed Lucius heavily. "You've been doing so well for the past few years, why are you opening old boxes and standing in her room now?"
"Because..." said Narcissa but stopped โ she had no answer really. The American girl couldn't be hers. She has a family, and Narcissa wasn't a part of it.ย
"I just miss her..." whispered Narcissa and felt a soft kiss gracing her forehead. "I just miss her, that's all. Don't you?"
Lucius was almost hurt by the question. Of course he misses his daughter. "I do..."