Written for the 5 Drabbles Competition

Prompt: Poem: "The Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll

Narcissa had known since the moment he had returned that he couldn't win. The mass slaughtering of muggles and mudbloods sickened her. Yes, she was both a Black and a Malfoy and above them, but it didn't mean she was eager to see their blood flow - see bodies hoisted above her dining table.

Watch children tortured in her ballroom.

Her son held an evil mark on his arm and was wasting away. She was watching her husband destroy himself. Narcissa knew it would never end if Voldemort won the war.

Unless...

She listened to him breathing as he lay on the ground, though he tried to hide it, and she felt hope. The first bit of hope she had felt for a long time.

He may have been a boy, but he was the weapon to end it all. To end this reign. Harry had lived twice now, without what Voldemort had resorted to.

Love kept Harry Potter alive; and Narcissa loved her husband and son more than anything.

She didn't have to beware of Voldemort anymore, all she needed was to get into that castle and find her son, take her husband and run.

Harry Potter would take care of the rest.

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