Simply Irrefutable

Chapter 12

"Mum, how are you holding up?"

"I'm okay dear," Narcissa Black said as her son followed her to the kitchen to get more snacks while the rest played in the garden that she had been putting her heart and soul in.

"Mum," Draco murmured as while she did seem happy, Draco could not help but feel that his mother was lonely. "Why don't you move in with us, Hermione, the kids, and I?"

"Draco, I love you. And thank you for offering. But no. I know what it's like having your mother in law stay for extended periods with your family."

"Well Mum, I think we can all agree that you and Hermione get along much better than you and Grandma Malfoy did." Draco said though added almost too well under his breath.

"What was that, Draco darling?" Narcissa asked her son, as she had partially heard her son and couldn't help but tease him. She was after all still a mother, and even if her son was grown, she still had a right to tease him.

"Nothing." Draco sighed.

Narcissa smiled. "But one day Draco,"

Draco looked up.

"This place, is yours."

"Colby can have it, it's in his blood too. I know you've done a lot Mum, demolishing the whole wing and building a garden, creating beautiful life, when... so much was taken there but."

"Draco, this is your home, this is your heritage, and this is the inheritance of your surname. I didn't build that garden for me. I built it for you and your family. My time in this place has long been over, but I needed to do something to make up for all the times I was silent when I should have spoken up about Lucius. And that garden your family and friends are currently playing in, is my gift to you. Because you can and you sometimes have to make something beautiful out of something ugly. Ignoring it will do nothing but hide and let the ugliness foster into something horrendous because it is hidden behind a veil of obliviousness. You can never let history no matter how ugly it is, be ignored, or people will forget how evil is reborn."

"Mum." Draco couldn't help but look at his mum in more concern, as her words were so sincere that he couldn't help but wonder how much more ugliness his mother had seen in her lifetime, especially as even though his father had been the patriarch in many ways, he knew that his mother had still done so much to protect him. But what was the cost of that?

"Draco, you and your family are the new generation of wizarding elite, and this home, while it has a lot of terrible history, it has power in its name. And it's a power that you all must use to make change and show that the world is different now."

"Mum, I can't do it. Hermione and the kids-"

"It's okay Draco," Narcissa sighed. "Just remember what I said." She brushed a stray piece of his eyes that had hung almost over his right eye as he looked down, not able to look at her. "That's all I can ask for."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh as her best friend joined her on the bench as they watched the rest play kneazle, kneazle, nargle. Though thankfully the kids understood that Ginny was in no shape to run fast so they ran extra slow to let her catch them and sit back down rather quickly.

"So you know what my son told me today?" Harry asked with a small laugh.

"Which one?" Hermione asked with a smile.

"James."

"Oh boy," Hermione laughed, as she could only imagine.

"Yes, oh boy indeed." Harry shook his head.