AN- Okay, so I came up with this idea and well, I decided to write it. I don't know if this has been written yet, so no flames. This is a first chapter, nothing too big yet.
"Lucius," Narcissa said coldly "I'm leaving you"
Lucius looked up from the Daily Prophet in shock. "What? What about draco?"
"He's coming with me." she said.
"We have a marriage contract." he said desperately.
"That silly little contract our parents made was not a proper contract. I am within full rights to leave you." She snapped.
"Please, Narcissa. I love you." Tears sprung into the elder Malfoy's eyes.
Narcissa took a step forward and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. "And I love you too, Lucius. But you know that when the Dark Lord comes back, which we both know he will, Draco will be forced to become another mindless minion. I can't do that to him. This is for Draco. Everything I do is for him." She brushed hair off of Draco's forehead. "I love you, Lucius, and I probably always will. When the time comes that the Dark Lord is officially gone, maybe we can be together again, may it be in death or life. I have to leave, I'm sorry, Lucius. Draco is my first priority."
Narcissa gave a smile to him, grabbed her things, and apparated away.
In Little Whinging, Surry, a woman appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Her silver blonde hair glinted in the moonlight as she walked over to one of the houses in Wisteria Walk, and knocked four times on the door. An elderly woman with graying hair opened the door and ushered her inside. "Well, it's nice to see you too Arabella. Mind making me some tea?" Narcissa laughed as the old woman shook her head, muttered something, and went into the kitchen to make some tea. "So, not celebrating tonight, Arabella?" she asked while her tea was being made, bouncing Draco on her hip.
"No. Why aren't you out there celebrating? I thought you were never a supporter of his?" Arabella asked while fishing out the tea bags.
"Oh, I'm not. I actually just ended things with Lucius. This is the first place I thought of when I needed to get away from there." the ex-Malfoy said.
Mrs. Figg walked in with two cups of Peppermint tea and handed one to her. "Do you want to talk about it?" the elder lady asked.
Narcissa shook her head. "No, but I want to know what has been going on with the order, if you could please do that? I know that it is supposed to be confidential information, but you know who I support. Please."
The elder woman leaned in, motioning for her to do the same. "I've found out that Harry Potter is going to be going to his aunts. At Number four, Privet Drive. Tonight."
AN-So going back and looking at the beginning of this story, I really don't like it, and I'm starting to change it a little bit. So, forgive me if I don't update as often as one would like.
