August 18, 2015
My name is Narcissa's Lynette Malfoy nee. Black. I am sixty years old on this day. If you are reading this, I have passed on and my son has published my private journal as I have instructed him to do. I have asked him to do so because I feel the need to explain the things I have done throughout my life. To tell this story, I must start from the beginning, my first memory...
I was in our drawing room, having a lesson. I was no more than five years old. My lessons were not those of a normal five year oold. Of course, I had spelling, grammar, and maths but I also had lessons in the family trade.
On that particular day, Mother was teaching was teaching me about the human body. No children, I do not mean my mother gave me what I hear is now referred to as 'the talk' at five years old. No, this was about the most grusome parts of the human body.
"Viscera," she said. "Are the intestines, particularly those in the stomach."
My mother got a glint in her eyes and my father walked into the room, levitating a Muggle man behind him. Smiling, Mother retrieved the dagger she kept in her desk.
"Now, my dear, you shall see what viscera look like," she plunged her dagger into the man's stomach, making a long deep cut.
Crimson blood sprouted from the wound, splattering the fllor, even slashing my mother's dress, but she didn't care. She was in killing-mode now. Grinning, she reached into the now-dead man and pulled out an organ.
"This is a pancreas," she told me.
It was at this time that I lost consciousness. However, I quickly regained it when excruciating pain ripped through my little body. My mother had used the Cruciatus Curse on me.
"We do not fall asleep in lessons she said venomously.