And tall, gray haired woman stood over a sleeping man.
"Open your eyes, Lucius." She spat out in a poisoned voice. "Stop pretending to be asleep. I know you're awake."
The white haired man cracked open an eye, and smiled. "Narcissa." He said with a thin smile. "What brings you here?"
"You have murdered me!" Narcissa hissed angrily. "Lucius... what have you done? Why did you do such a thing? Basilisk poison in my cup? What of Draco?"
Lucius smiled wickedly. "I have finally accomplished my goal..." He murmured in a cold, hissing voice. "I will soon die... but no matter. I will be sealed in the diary of Lord Voldemort himself! And then, I shall be freed by one of the disgusting Potters... and I will live in eternity! Immortal! What could be better?"
Disgust lodged itself in Narcissa's throat. "You're sick!" She exclaimed angrily.
Lucius laughed, a crazed, wild laugh. "You will see, Narcissa!" He exclaimed with a croaking laugh of joy. "I will live on and rule the Wizarding World!"
"You're crazy!"
"No... Narcissa." Lucius suddenly let out a cough, and his body was once again weak and frail. "Your blood will be spilt for the sake of my dream... but your sacrifice will not me in vain!"
Suddenly Narcissa let out a scream of pain, and dropped to a knee, her hand grabbing at the wooden table next to Lucius' bed. "This will never work..." She croaked out and chills wracked her body. "Draco will stop you..."
"My son is a pathetic, spineless man." Lucius sneered.
"Lucius..." Narcissa whispered. "I won't live to regret saying these words... The world is once again in the hands of a Potter. We're doomed."