Narcissa Malfoy

It was a strangely quiet evening at Malfoy Manor. Too quiet, considering the only person living in the house was seven-year-old Draco, with a loose third tooth and a whole host of disturbing memories of Narcissa Malfoy's latest "tooth-exorcism ceremony."
He sat in an armchair by the fireplace, pressing his palm to his cheek and glancing suspiciously at his mother, who was too calmly laying out fresh sheets on the bed.
"He's still a little shaky, Mom, but not too much," he said quickly. "I think he needs some more time... a week. Or two."
"Draco," Narcissa replied, without even turning around. "You haven't eaten on your right side for a week. And you've been complaining of pain for two days now. Do you want it to get inflamed?"
“Better inflammation than... violence,” he muttered.
“I heard,” she added calmly, straightening the corner of the sheet. “And you know what?”
I'm feeling kind today. So you have a choice: either you sit on the bed yourself, or I'll put you there.

• Mom, no!
  -One, two..three!
  -Mom!
• Two...
  He jumped up and started to run for the door, but her hand was faster. She scooped him up, despite his squeals and desperate protests, and sat him on her lap.
  "Treachery! It's betrayal again!" he screamed, writhing.
  “This is motherhood,” she whispered coldly.
  Narcissa, pressing it tightly with one hand, deftly grabbed the gauze with the other, “and I won’t let some stupid baby tooth bring you to a fever.”
  He sobbed, cried, jerked, but... couldn't break free. And just when he jerked especially hard—click!—the tooth was in her fingers.
  "AAAAAAAA!" echoed throughout the bedroom.
• You are a monster!
  Narcissa didn't answer. She simply took him, hugging him tightly to her chest, rocking him like a baby, and stroking his blond hair.
• Quiet, Draco... It's all over now. Everything is fine.
  You are my strong boy. It's all over.
  He sobbed, burying his face in her shoulder, his fingers clenched in her robe. She continued to rock him, swaying him from side to side, ignoring his tears, taking no time to soothe him.