Stories Between The Lines
A/N: This is my attempt to tell Narcissa's story, using canon as much as possible while filling in the rest of the gaps myself. It starts from her 4th year of Hogwarts. Will contain swearing. Please review! :) Thanks to my beta smile . laugh . read for helping me to finally post this.
Chapter 1: Monday 1st September 1969
My name is Narcissa and I belong to the 'Noble and Most Ancient House of Black'. I am tall with a slim figure, and I have long blonde hair and light blue eyes. For a Black this is unusual. Most of my family have dark hair such as my sisters Bellatrix and Andromeda and my father. I do share some features with them – nose and face shape - but I am a lot more like mother; she has long, blonde hair - just like mine.
I have just started my fourth year at Hogwarts, Bella finished last term and Dromeda is now in her sixth year. Unlike Bella, she is a prefect. Hopefully I will be one next year, it would be nice to finally get the respect that a Black deserves...and the power to punish the younger kids when they are being out of line or annoying me would just be an added bonus.
This year the sixth year prefects have to do rounds with someone from another house to their own and Dromeda has been paired with a mudblood from Hufflepuff called Ted Tonks. Right now in the common room she is having a rant with Adelaide and Isabella on how disgraceful it is and how she will not put up with such filth.
"A mudblood? No wonder he's in Hufflepuff; that's the house for losers. I can't believe Dumbledore is making you do this." said Isabella, sounding revolted.
"I can't resign from my prefect duties! I'm a Black; I won't let anyone like him get in my way! Father won't allow someone like him getting one over me." There was a slight insincerity that I tried hard to dismiss as meaningless as she said that.
"Then you'll just have to get him to quit by making it hard for him." Adelaide said, smirking nastily.
Dromeda is a good actress, but as her sister I can tell she is not as sickened as her friends are; they are the ones who are really enraged. Of course, she doesn't like mudbloods, but she has a higher tolerance of them than the rest of us Blacks. I think she decided years ago that going out of her way to hate people for their blood was too great of an effort, so she stopped insulting them so much, she generally ignores them instead now.
I think this is one of the reasons why Bella became more extreme with her hate of mudbloods. As if to make up for Dromeda, she always takes any opportunity to insult them for no more reason than the fact they exist. To me this seems a little extreme; I think they can be allowed to exist, but they should never be allowed into the magical world. However, the idea of being forced to spend time with one is absolutely ghastly. Magic belongs with the pure only; I find it despicable that the Ministry lets more muggles steal what is ours every year by permitting them go to Hogwarts.
"Hey Dromeda, at least you don't have to put up with him on the first night back, I heard Rabastan's got some bonding time with that Ravenclaw Helen instead." I said.
"Yeah that's true, although I'm sure he'd much rather be spending the time with you Cissy." She winked. "I bet he's been pining over you all summer."
"Ugh please, the only criteria of mine that he fits is being a Slytherin, I'm not interested in him! He's repulsive, just like every guy I've ever met!" I crinkled up my nose in disgust.
"That's not the only criteria he fits, you forgot pureblood and older than you."
"Whatever! I'm still not interested! I'm going to bed!"
"Oh, ok, sleep tight then gorgeous." she said with a smile.
I walked up the stairs to my dorm, I was the first one in bed; I was very tired from the train journey and everything else and I fell asleep long before any of the other girls came up.
Bella was holding a man's arm whose face I couldn't see. They were both wearing a wedding ring so it was obviously her husband. Just to the right was Dromeda holding another man's arm whose face I couldn't see either. They were married too. I stood there by myself.
Suddenly Mother and Father appeared. They didn't look pleased with me...
"Narcissa, explain yourself! Why don't you have a husband yet? Both your sisters have done what is expected of them! Why can't you be like them?"
"I...I'm fourteen mother, I don't have to yet do I? I'm too young! There isn't anyone..."
"How dare you make pathetic excuses like that Cissy? Dromeda and I did it perfectly easily; you're not trying hard enough! You're letting the family down!" Bella snarled, her pretty face twisting into a scowl.
I choked on tears that were about to fall. Then I turned around and ran. Everything was dark as if I was in a black hole. The ground began to disappear and I fell into a void of nothingness with a heaving sob...
"Hello beautiful." said a man's voice. "What's the matter? Don't spoil that pretty looking face of yours; we've got our wedding to get to." I opened my eyes and looked up. Oh no. It was Rabastan.
"W-what? What do you mean?" I stuttered. "No. I don't want...I'm not going with you. Go away..." I faltered on the last syllable.
"Why Narcissa, my sweet, I don't think you understand me. You're mine now, even if you won't go to our wedding; the papers are already signed. We can just skip to our honeymoon instead; I'll apparate us there right now. Think of all the fun we will have creating my heir. If you're a good girl I might even make it pleasurable for you too." He was looming above me and had a malicious grin on his face that filled me with fear. I got up and turned to run, but before I could take one step he grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me back. I tried to shake him off but I was powerless. His eyes flashed unnaturally red as he readied himself to apparate us. "There's no escaping from me" he whispered in my ear.
"NO!"