In the end, Narcissa Malfoy had to leave the Malfoy mansion. The home where she had lived most of her life. The home that held many dear and fond memories for her. The place she married into, where she gave birth to her son.
All those memories now felt tainted as she stood at the threshold of the mansion, watching the many employees of D&D Bank walk around with papers in their hands, assessing the value of each brick used in the mansion, each marble on the floor, and every decoration.
She at least felt relieved that she didn't have to beg Dudley to keep her clothes. But there weren't many, as most were gifted to her by Lucius. The contract Lucius had signed clearly defined the gifts as Lucius' property, as they were bought with his money. Such a thing was unheard of, but it was a signed deal by the Lord of House Malfoy. She could only keep what truly belonged to her.
Sadly for Draco, it was worse as everything he owned was given by Lucius. Even his Hogwarts uniform.
But Dudley let them keep it. It was humiliating, but also hopeless.
Her life had gone from the peak of luxury to less than a poor Muggle's standards. The Malfoy name was sneered at and hated throughout Europe. Even pureblood families that somewhat supported pureblood supremacy didn't pity them or show respect. Being a Death Eater was a taint that even some purebloods hated as Voldemort scared everyone.
"I imagine you'll loathe me for this," Dudley said while standing near the estate's gate from where the manor was visible in the distance. Narcissa was there with Draco and a bunch of large boxes.
"But if the tables were turned, you'd have done far worse. You know it. So do I."
"You filthy mudbl—"
Draco was about to lash out and curse at Dudley, but Narcissa acted fast and stopped her son from rushing forward. She glared back at Dudley and coldly ordered him. "Take the bags to the Thestral carriage, Draco."
"Mother! Why are you tolerating this? He—"
"I said, take the bags." She repeated, even colder now. She wasn't in her best mental state. That makeup had hidden the dark circles and wrinkles she seemed to have gotten from lack of money to maintain herself. Her tolerance was being tested now. "Let me speak with Mr. Dursley in private."
"No! I won't go. I'm not a child, Mother!"
"Hah." Dudley gave a dry chuckle, slipping his hands into the pockets of his long coat. "That right there—that's why a good chunk of Hogwarts can't stand you. You float above it all, too proud to admit the obvious. Truth is, Draco, you're part of your own downfall. Your mother won't say it. I won't waste my breath explaining."
"Me? What did I do?" Draco frowned and looked towards Narcissa's face. "What is he saying, Mother?"
Narcissa exhaled a tired breath and placed a hand on Draco's shoulder. "I'll explain it later. Now take the bags."
Confused and defeated, Draco sneered at Dudley one last time and walked away for good.
Narcissa waited for her son to be distant before eying Dudley again. She never imagined it, but for the first time, a mere Hogwarts student felt so overwhelming. He was taller than her, he looked strong, and more than that, his absurd confidence worried her.
Dudley seemed unreachable, unbreakable in her eyes. The more she learned about him over the past few weeks, the more she felt defeated.
The name Dudley Dursley was everywhere. Half of Diagon Alley was now owned by him, and it happened in silence. The Muggle side was pleading for Dudley's investments, and the American wizarding side was busy worshiping Dudley's provided jobs.
Everyone, in some way, had earned something by being Dudley's friend or even acquaintance. Perhaps it was only the Malfoys who had lost so much.
"Does this bring you satisfaction, Mr. Dursley?" Narcissa asked him, not in contempt or hatred.
Dudley hummed and eyed the woman. Once again she was dressed too modestly, a long witch-gown with many layers, light grey in color, collared up. Other than her face, nothing was visible. Not that he didn't like that face. She had a strange, mature beauty, and something about her icy ambiance made Dudley want to break it and conquer it. To make that cold face contort in shapes, and make those soft, light pink lips make unholy noises.
We have a long way ahead to be satisfied so early.
Dudley smiled back at her and took a few steps closer. He stopped at a mere arm's length away. He had to give it to her. Even in poverty, her perfume was amazing.
"Satisfied? It wasn't about that, Narcissa… Is that alright with you? 'Mrs. Malfoy' sounds like a ghost story these days, considering Lucius hasn't shown his face in ages. Nonetheless, this was all about revenge. I have nothing against you. Sure, I hate Draco, but against a witch as easy on the eyes as you? No." He even added a hint of flirtation in his mockery. He wanted her to come to that conclusion on her own.
Narcissa uncomfortably averted her eyes when she felt his gaze so strongly peer into her face. "I'll be on my way."
"Not so fast." Dudley took another step closer, making her freeze.
He intently, with pure lust, looked into her deep blue eyes. "I'm vengeful, not heartless. You must understand and come to accept that I loath House Malfoy for what you people did to my father. That will never change. Still, I'll offer you a way out. You're clever, proud, and damn well beautiful—qualities that'll make you a target, and you know it. They'll rip you apart if you fall into their hands, you know who I'm talking about, right? Your own sister is an example."
Narcissa uncomfortably frowned as the face of Bellatrix flashed into her mind. She gulped and looked back at Dudley. She simply had no way out of the mess. The wizarding world was closed to her, and only Voldemort would take her in, a fate worse than poverty.
"A way out?" She asked.
"One week, Narcissa." Dudley showed her one finger, his tone cold. "Survive for one week. They will approach you, try to recruit you, and entice you with riches and dreams, or threats. If you can save your freedom, I'll offer you a proper job at D&D Holdings. Decent money, no strings. And you can also live in this mansion, rent-free. It bores me stiff."
For a fact, Dudley knew that Narcissa had sold every piece of jewelry she had to maintain her lifestyle. She had hoped that she'd find a way to turn things around. But that never happened, and now she didn't even have money to eat.
Narcissa looked down, deep in thought.
"Here, take this." Dudley took out five Galleons and held them forward in his palm. "I'm aware you've got nothing. Since this is your challenge, consider this your starting point. Stretch these coins for the entire week—feed yourself and your boy. No tricks. I'll be watching every move. If you pull it off, you'll find a job letter waiting at midnight on day seven."
Narcissa steely looked at those five golden coins. Somehow, somewhere in her heart, she felt like she was being toyed with. That what Dudley was doing to her was just the beginning. That there was a deeper, hidden meaning behind his actions.
"Very well, I'll do it." She took the coins with a heavy heart.
Whatever Dudley planned, she believed it would be better than joining the Death Eaters. Especially Draco, she couldn't see him walk the same destructive path as his father.
"Good luck."
"Wait." Narcissa raised her voice before he could leave. "I… I only ask one thing—spare Draco your wrath. He's all I have."
Dudley shook his head bluntly. "That's on you, Narcissa. Can you keep him in check? If he shows up sneering at me in Hogwarts, I won't take it lightly. I'll hit back, exactly as he deserves."
"I shall see to it that he is properly warned."
Good luck with that.
Dudley nodded and watched her leave first. Honestly, seeing her hourglass figure from behind, he had to tell himself that going slow with her was the best way.
It'll be worth it. I know it'll be worth it.
Soon, the Malfoys were gone. Dudley looked back at the large Malfoy mansion and sighed. It was too big for a small family. Maybe he could use it for parties and galas, but for a home, he cherished his 4 Privet Drive.
"Mr. Dursley."
Edward 'Ted' Tonks approached him, all smiles. He had become Dudley's executive assistant, having finished the initial training and taken the vow. "They're done calculating the mansion's value? Should we put it on the market?"
"No." Dudley stretched his arms while yawning. "Don't change a thing. No point forcing Narcissa too hard—if she falls to the Dark Lord, that's all for nothing. I'm just schooling her in humility. Putting her on the D&D payroll? That's a leash, plain and simple. She'll be back in this mansion soon enough, living hand to mouth, bleeding cash to keep up appearances—her looks, this mansion, the whole Malfoy charade. D&D will be the chain around her neck."
Ted Tonks amusedly smiled. "How is that different from the Dark Lord? You'll keep her miserable."
"Ted, I'm paying you guys a lot. A salary many times higher than the national average. That's where I'm different. Besides, Narcissa will live a decent life… as long as she never forgets who puts food in her mouth."
And a fat cock… Ah, I thought of something dark again. Damn, being filthy rich really provokes your darker side.
"Anyway, head back to the office and help Edwin prepare for his America trip. The joint venture between Google and Netflix will make us filthy rich in the long run. We'll own the internet when the new age dawns."
"Aren't you already filthy rich?" Ted asked.
Dudley awkwardly scrubbed his chin. "I'm talking disgustingly filthy rich, Ted. An amount you can't fathom."
"Aren't you coming?"
"No, I'm off to the Lovegoods. With all the rubbish Xenophilius churns out in the Quibbler against the Dark Lord, I'm sorting out a proper security team for him and his daughter."
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