Desolatio (Abandonment)
Lucius is killed in the final fight; Draco doesn't want anything more to do with his mother. And Narcissa? She's abandoned. AU.
Narcissa sits in what's left of Malfoy Manor. There's not much for her to do these days. The Order saved her from Azkaban, but not much else. Angry mobs have torched her home, have stormed it, have broken in and robbed it of its former glory. Though it's no longer safe for her here (it's no longer safe for her anywhere), she can't leave. This is her home, this is where she built memories and happiness and sorrow.
Narcissa is alone. Lucius is gone, fallen in the final battle. Draco's intent on building a new life for himself, a life where his mother and his father's old sins do not belong. He doesn't visit anymore. Narcissa is alone, and she can't help but smile bitterly at the irony. When she was younger, solidarity was her constant companion, and she relished it. Now? The loneliness threatens to overwhelm her, swallow her, drown her in its inescapable darkness.
She remembers the golden days, when she and Lucius were young and in love (or as much "in love" as they could be, the ice queen and the ice king). She remembers his mischievous smirk, and her sly smile in return. She remembers cradling Draco in her arms, and the pride shining from her husband's face. She remembers being perfect, always perfect, the perfect little girl who turned out to be the perfect pureblood wife. What use was all of that now?
Narcissa rises, and drifts through her ruined house. Somehow, she finds her way to the master bedroom (or what used to be the master bedroom), imagining it (and her) in all of its former glory. The sunlight filters through the cracks in the walls, and she can almost hear their steps, echoing, echoing, can almost feel the touch of his hand around hers, can almost taste the sweetness of joy of her lips…she blinks and it's all gone. All that's left is this broken, abandoned house, and the memories of what could have been.
Narcissa finds herself on the balcony, feet curled over the edge of the once-pristine marble. She closes her eyes, and lets herself fall. The last thing she sees before the darkness is him. I'm coming, darling, she thinks, and lets the darkness engulf her for the last time.