Princess of Nowhere
Summary: Freedom is an illusion, and she knows this all too well. [Narcissa Black-Malfoy]
Disclaimer: Disclaimed.
Author's Note: I seem to have an obsession with the Black sisters. The Black family is the coolest family ever. I love those guys.
Present-tense.
Princess of Nowhere
It's a Sunday morning and she speeds around her house on a toy broomstick that nevertheless goes so fast that her hair, wet from her shower, is drying quickly and splattering her robes with water droplets. She goes faster yet and almost hits a tree branch and smiles and it feels like freedom. She wraps her legs tighter around the broomstick and flies so high that she soars high above the house and smiles like she owns the world, and maybe someday she will. She doesn't care now, though; she's free and she goes higher yet and closes her eyes and speeds to the ground so fast that she's almost screaming. She's the Princess of Everything and she couldn't be happier.
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It's Friday night and she's five years older now, still riding that same toy broomstick, but now freedom seems so far away. She rides higher than she ever has, searching for that familiar feeling, but only feeling afraid and anxious that Mother will find out how high she's been riding lately. The broom takes an unsteady lurch and she screams and holds on tight and looses herself and finally finds the feeling she's been craving for so long. She's the Princess of Everywhere and completely in control.
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It's a Monday afternoon now and she's five more years older and riding a real broomstick around the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts. She hasn't felt free since she was ten and she weeps as she rides, watching the leaves whipping past her in the wind and hoping that no one comes looking for her. Freedom is just past that castle, she tells herself, and wills herself to fly right over it and back home but she can't do it. She wonders if she's really ever been free, or if she was just too ignorant to realize that she wasn't. The sun is setting and classes are ending for the day and all she feels now is worry that one of the Professors will realize that she skipped every class that day to try to find something that was lost long ago. She looks around her kingdom and cries. She's the Princess of Nowhere, and somehow this depresses her more than anything.
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