Narcissa had many affairs during her marriage to Lucius Malfoy. She loved him and he loved her, but their relationship had been entirely platonic since their Hogwarts days. Their marriage had been arranged and, as dutiful Pureblood children, both had done the duty that was expected of them. She had come to her wedding night a virgin, of course. It was expected of all Pureblood girls to save their virginity until marriage. After the birth of their son and only heir, Narcissa and Lucius had gradually adopted bedrooms in separate wings of their manor. While Draco was a child and when he came home for holidays, they had breakfast every morning together.
During the Second War, the Malfoys had played unwilling hosts to the Dark Lord and numerous Death Eaters. The shame that Lucius felt for not having control of his family in his own home was immense. The family name and fortune had fallen rapidly into decline after Lucius' arrest due to that damn Potter girl. They had lost favor with the Dark Lord as well after the unfortunate incident with Draco.
The sexual prowess of the Black sisters was well known among the male members of Voldemort's army. Narcissa and Bellatrix had both ventured far outside of their marriages over the years. However, when Narcissa had first been offered money by Antonin Dolohov, was very unsure. She had always freely enjoyed sex and was not ashamed of her behavior in any way. But she had never sold herself before. She eventually gave in when Dolohov began to gain more an dmore favor with the Dark Lord.
From Dolohov on, Narcissa saw the immense benefit to playing a sexually submissive host to lonely Death Eaters. Not only could she provide for her household, but the men would hopefull y keep her and her family in their good graces and they climb the ranks and her husband was shunned by the Dark Lord.
Most of her first clients were men she had been with once before. Some were men she had split with amicably, while others were ones she had one night stands with and kicked unmercifully from her bed the moment she came down from her climax. Young and old all came crawling to her with fistfuls of money when word spread that Narcissa Malfoy was open for business.
The Dark Lord was not unaware of how Narcissa was providing for her son and buying back all the precious heirlooms and jewels she had once sold. In fact, he approved of it. Just like any other army throughout history, it was good to have a high morale among the men in his army. Narcissa Malfoy and other like her provided that morale boost. All of the Death Eaters were kept busy during the war and so they had to spend time in the sweet, soft rapture of a woman when they could. Having Narcissa and her girls at Headquarters was more than convienient.
As the war progressed and more and more Mudbloods, Half-Bloods, and Blood Traitors were captured, the Dark Lord began to see no sense in laying waste to the attractive young men and women who could have a hand repopulate his army. The Dark Lord charged Narcissa with training these prisoners in the art of seduction and satisfaction.
The Dark Lord got rid of any Pureblood girls willingly working at the Headquarters and replaced them with prisoners. The training of sex slaves was not a job Narcissa had wanted. Narcissa deplored violence unless she had to defend her son. She had chosen this trade for herself out of necessity, but no one was forcing her to do it at wand tip. These prisoners, although a lower-class, did not willing choose to give their bodies. However, Narcissa had to make it appear to paying Death Eaters that her prodigies willing submitted to their desires.
After they were held for weeks, tortured, beaten, starved the prisoners deemed attractive enough to not be violently killed were taken broken and bleeding to Narcissa. She nursed them back to health. She doted on them and lent a sympathetic ear, but her aim through all of this was always to ease them into a world of prostitution and slavery. It was her job to make even the most rebellious Half-Blood feel as if allowing their bodies to be sold for a Death Eater's pleasure was far preferable to death. These unfortuantes clung to her and followed her lead, viewing her as a savior from the cold dungeons and torture. Those who still rebelled were either killed or kept in the dungeons for those Death Eaters who preferred violence.
There were more girls than boys and Narcissa was thankful that most were over the age of sixteen. There had been a fourteen-year-old Muggle girl once, captured in a raid on a Muggle village. Yaxley had appealed personally to the Dark Lord to allow him sole ownership over the girl. Narcissa had not seen her since she was whisked away by Yaxley. The man leered at her small body as he Flooed them both to his home. Those sorts of acts still sent shivers up Narcissa's spine. Yes they were inferior, but Narcissa could hardly stand to see a child hurt. Mudblood or no.
The war wore on and Death Eaters continued to flock to Malfoy Manor not just because it was the Dark Lord's Headquarters, but also for the young and attractive slaves being held in the numerous rooms spread across the manor. Each room and each slave had a special purpose: to fulfill the specific desire of the Death Eater who paid Narcissa for a night with one of her prodigies.
One evening, in the spring of 1998, Narcissa was interrupted from a relaxing read in front of her fireplace by two men flushed and out of breath. Macnair and Rookwood, who usually came Wednesday nights to visit their favorite Mudbloods, came bursting unceremoniously into her sitting room startling Narcissa and causing her to drop her book on the floor. She stood angrily.
"Macnair. Rookwood. You both know this kind of behavior-," Narcissa said, intending to give them a good tongue lashing for not first respectfully asking permission into her private quarters. Rookwood interrupted her.
"You'll want to her this, Cissa," he said.
Narcissa pursed her lips in disapproval. Some of the men had forgotten their place and become overly friendly with her since she had often shared their bed.
"Augustus, dear, I beg you to remember that at the moment I am not working. Please do not use the nickname I only allow on certain occasions."
"Thousand pardons, Narcissa. Forgot myself," Rookwood said. "But this news, it couldn't wait for an introduction. The Dark Lord has the Potter girl!" Rookwood's face flushed even redder in pleasure.
Narcissa's breath caught in her throat. She didn't dare to believe that after all these years the infernal girl had finally been captured. "You are sure of this?"
"Absolutely," Macnair supplied. "She is being brought here as we speak. She was captured at Xenophilius Lovegood's house earlier this evening. She fought Travers and Selwyn, but they got the better of her. The house fucking collapsed on her!" Macnair had barely finished speaking when the marks on both men's arms began to writhe. Macnair and Rookwood both grinned maniacally.
"The Dark Lord is close. Now we shall see the Potter girl get exactly what she deserves," Macnair said. His eyes glinted as he turned to Narcissa. "Don't think I'll be needing my Mudblood tonight. I think we'll have more than enough entertainment."
Okay, yes, this is very messy. I just had an idea and really wanted write it while I had the inspiration. This is supposed to be a prologue. I'm not sure if I want to continue it from Narcissa's point of view or from Harry's. Should I even continue it? I'm open to any and all suggestions since this is just an idea that popped into my head. Trolling is even welcome. Just as long as everyone reviews and tells me what ya'll think!