You won't do it. You're weak. You are nothing.
The voice inside Narcissa's head rang out cold and clear. Since a young age, she had strived for perfection.
Narcissa wasn't like them. She wasn't like Bellatrix, bold, feisty and obscenely beautiful; she wasn't like Andromeda who stood up for everything she believed in.
She was just Cissy- weak, nothing.
It was the thought that pulsed through her as the bile rose in her throat or the cold edge of the knife balanced on her skin. She always drew away at the alst minute, though. Always.
It's because you're weak.
Itw as the thought that invaded her as Andromeda held her as she sobbed. She was crying because she was weak. weak.
Andromeda continued to rebel until it finally came out; dating and engaged to a mudblood.
Andromeda stormed out soon afterwards and suddenly Narcissa didn't feel so weak anymore.
Not when Bella cackled.
Not when Mother shrieked.
Not when Fathe rshotued.
Not when Auntie raged.
Not when Regulus held his tongue.
Not when Sirius begged her.
"She's your sister! Go after her! SHE'S YOUR SISTER!"
Narcissa wanted more than anything to run after Andromeda, throw herself at her sister's feet and beg her to stay. She didn't, though, not even when Sirius was carted from the room and Bellatrix was hoarse.
She wasn't weak anymore.
Shewas cold- ice invading her.
Andromeda, the one who had held her when she had cried, comforted her. Andromeda had allowed her to be weak. Bellatrix wouldn't.
And suddenly, with Andromeda gone, Narcissa wasn't weak anymore. She was simply cold. Icy, icy cold.
