The Changeling

For·tu·i·tous- happening by accident or chance rather than design

A/N: Y'all are amazing and here's a chapter! *blows a saucy kiss at my computer*

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Diagon Alley

Narcissa Malfoy couldn't parse out her emotions.

Her Lord was back, saner, and stronger than she'd ever known him- and that was amazing- but she was concerned about her son. Even as a fourth year, Draco had been acting immature, often getting in foolish spats with the youngest Weasleys and talking of sensitive things louder than any son of hers should.

As if the boy could hear her internal thoughts, Draco scowled up at her. "Mother, may I get my robes alone? I'm old enough to not need you and father hovering!"

Lucius only looked bored, where she was feeling her heart weep at the thought of her son not needing her. Placing a hand on Draco's shoulder, as she knew she couldn't hug him in public anymore without having him throw a fit, she smiled thinly. "Yes, you're right Dragon. Your father and I will be getting your books and will meet you back here in half an hour."

Turning with her husband to leave, her eyes caught a young girl with big green eyes and the grace of pureblood moving towards the same robe shop.

Maybe this encounter would do well for her son. He needed more friends that were girls and not that loud Parkinson brat.

Grinning as she wove through the crowds, Bill trying to keep up with her, Spring only looked back for a second- but managed to collide with someone. Eternally grateful for the hands that had managed to shoot out to stabilize her, she smiled up at the tall man with dark eyes that she'd crashed into. "Many apologies sir, but may I hide behind you?"

"I see you Spring!"

Glancing over her shoulder to see Bill had spotted her, giggling slightly and glancing back up at the man that was still staring at her in what seemed like shock, she grinned cheekily. "It seems I've been spotted! A good day to you sir!" She bounded off, not noticing the hand that had just barely missed grabbing her arm.

Hiding behind a vendor's stall, she composed herself before walking calmly into a robes shop nearby. Dipping her head in greeting to the woman at the counter, she smiled warmly. "Good morning, I need a new traveling cloak made of wool and three heavy but moveable robes. Preferably more in the style of men's fashion, as I will need to have my legs open to give as much movement as possible."

"Of course, dearie." The woman guided her to a small pedestal in front of a set of mirrors, flicking her wand and then moving away, a measuring tape springing up and starting to wrap around her while a pad of paper jotted a few things down.

Looking around, she saw a blonde boy looking at her scrutinizingly and she smiled slightly at him. "Hello."

The boy looked curious, the sneer on his lips seeming almost out of habit. "Who are you?"

Deciding not to get frustrated with the boy's rude manners, she just smiled. "Well... it depends, but today I think I'll be Julie Marks." A lovely name for one of the most horrible non-magical serial killers that had ever had the misfortune of crossing her path.

"Is that your name?" She shrugged, leaving the boy looked confused and frustrated. "You- you can't do that!"

Tilting her head, she looked at the funny wizard. "Why not?"

"Because that's not your name! You can't just be other people!"

Spring hummed. This boy had never learned about the fae. "And may I have your name?"