A/N: I don't own the characters, I'm just playing with them. A huge thanks to my loyal beta's and to Narci for the RPG that inspired this.
Buried in a sea of pillows and hidden under the finest silk sheets, grey eyes gazed through the window and saw the sun beginning to rise. She sighed deeply as she looked at the clock and shifted again in a failed attempt to get comfortable. It had been several hours since she had kissed her beloved husband goodbye but she hadn't been able to sleep despite the sleeping draught she had taken in the hope she'd finally get some rest. On nights like this, when Lucius was on a Death Eater raid, she found it hard to get any sleep at all. Even after all these years, she still feared that she'd find an owl at the window, carrying a letter that he'd been sent to Azkaban or gotten killed.
She turned over again. Now she stared at the wedding picture on the bedside table and saw a younger version of herself and Lucius snog passionately, just like they had done a few hours ago. The lovely memories brought back by the moving photograph somewhat took her mind off of her fear but not for long.
The enormous mansion was empty save for a few house-elves, yet she heard noises that were unusual, even for the ancient house, just outside their chamber. Narcissa slid out of bed, pulled on a nightgown and with her wand in hand, she stealthily crept to the door. Just as she was about to open it, a bundle of black robes stumbled in and clutched her shoulders. Taken by surprise and this sudden weight, Narcissa dropped her wand and was forced down on her knees, her husband resting in her lap, held tightly in her arms.
She hadn't seen his face yet and she didn't need to in order to know that it was indeed Lucius. Moving fast but carefully, she pulled of the white mask. His brows were frowned, his grey eyes staring at her and his face covered in beads of sweat. Narcissa grabbed a handful of the fabric of her nightgown and tore off a large piece that she used to clean his face.
"Lucius?" she whispered as she gently laid her hand on his jaw line. The only reply she got, was a cough that brought up a small amount of blood that ran over his chin. She quickly caught it with the piece of cloth, then looked down at the rest of his body and gasped. The dark robes at his abdomen were soaked with his own crimson blood and Narcissa spotted two small wholes in the fabric. She carefully leaned over and ripped the robes apart. Two black holes in a puddle of blood stood out against Lucius' pale skin.
It all became a bit clearer now. These days, Muggles armed themselves against possible intruders and together with her husband, she had done quite an amount of research on Muggle's rules of war. She now recognized her husband's wounds, caused by something called pistols. A short, strange bent metal object that fires small circular shaped things. The last piece of the puzzle had fallen into place. On the raid, one of those filthy subjects had used one of those pistols on her husband. He had known that this would be his ending and came back to his wife, to die in her warm embrace.
She suddenly felt him tug at her gown and when she looked at his face, she saw that he wanted to say something. With tears glistening in her eyes, she tugged him up a bit and put her ear at his mouth to listen.
"Cissa… love you," Lucius whispered in a groan.
She looked down into his exhausted eyes, wiped a few tears from her face and whispered, "I love you too, Lucius."
She pressed her lips against his in a last and tender kiss. When she felt his body relax and sink into an everlasting sleep, she pressed him against her chest and began to sob as she rocked back and forth. She held the dead body of the love of her life in her arms as she let out a scream that echoed through the entire mansion.
"LUCIUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS!!"
The end.
