Aftermath
Disclaimer: Ok, you know the drill. I don't, never have, and never will own Harry Potter or the characters. My writing should make that fairly obvious though.
"Please, Lucius, don't go back out there! You'll be killed!" My pleading fell on deaf ears. I knew my husband would never give up, but I had to try. The war was almost over, the Dark Lord was loosing, and Death Eaters were being slaughtered at every turn.
"Silence!" His voice boomed at me, the emptiness in his tone tearing away at my heart. "I will not have my decisions questioned! Certainly not by you." Lucius sneered at me and I tried to convince myself that fear and frustration were the reasons for his angry words. Closing my eyes, I pictured his sneer and icy expression fading, and then he was holding me in his arms and telling me that everything would be fine. Reopening my eyes I discovered my beloved walking out the door. This war had ruined us. What little of my husband Voldemort had left had been destroyed by his petty battle.
"Please, if you must go, just tell me that you love me. Is it so much?" Tears had begun to stream down my face and my voice was cracking. I had made up my mind however. This would be the very last thing I would ever ask of my dear husband.
Lucius glanced back at me and I thought I saw his eyes soften but all emotion soon disappeared before I could decipher it. Without a word, he left.
Lucius sighed; he had been wandering the grounds for roughly half an hour. He loved his wife dearly, but his response to being questioned had been forced so deeply within him that he had pushed his wife away. Apologies and groveling would be in order most likely, especially since his coldness had overtaken him so often since the start of the war. With that in mind, Lucius Malfoy walked back into the house to find his wife.
He found her after a few minutes of searching. Lucius could see nothing but the image his beautiful wife created lying on their bed. Her wrists were slit and crimson blood flowed down them. Empty bottles of pills lay scattered around her along with an empty bottle of poison that he had kept locked away just in case. And yet, his wife looked more peaceful than she had in years. Her beautiful, soft blond hair spread around her like a halo, her blue eyes, the eyes he had loved so much, were closed. With her white dress, Narcissa created a picture of innocence, marred only by the blood pooling slowly around her. If he concentrated hard enough, Lucius could almost imagine her to be sleeping. Soon enough, she would awaken and her pink lips would smile softly at him, her eyes reflecting her love for him. Lucius knew that she was dead. She had been dead for years; this was simply the physical body ending its pain.
Lucius gently picked up Narcissa's hand. "I loved you. I will always love you. In life and in death, we will not be separated. That is my eternal promise to you." Gently placing his wife's pale hand at her side, Lucius walked over to his cabinet and pulled out another bottle of poison. He drank till the body was empty, wincing at the bitter taste. Walking back over to his bed, Lucius kissed his wife's still warm lips and lay down beside her. "Wait for me my love, I'm not far behind."
AN: Hey everybody! What did you think? Review and let me know. This was sort of a spur of the moment ' I'm bored, its late, and I'm not tired' kind of thing. My computer wouldn't let me type it up for the longest time, but it worked today! WOOT!
Disclaimer: Ok, you know the drill. I don't, never have, and never will own Harry Potter or the characters. My writing should make that fairly obvious though.
"Please, Lucius, don't go back out there! You'll be killed!" My pleading fell on deaf ears. I knew my husband would never give up, but I had to try. The war was almost over, the Dark Lord was loosing, and Death Eaters were being slaughtered at every turn.
"Silence!" His voice boomed at me, the emptiness in his tone tearing away at my heart. "I will not have my decisions questioned! Certainly not by you." Lucius sneered at me and I tried to convince myself that fear and frustration were the reasons for his angry words. Closing my eyes, I pictured his sneer and icy expression fading, and then he was holding me in his arms and telling me that everything would be fine. Reopening my eyes I discovered my beloved walking out the door. This war had ruined us. What little of my husband Voldemort had left had been destroyed by his petty battle.
"Please, if you must go, just tell me that you love me. Is it so much?" Tears had begun to stream down my face and my voice was cracking. I had made up my mind however. This would be the very last thing I would ever ask of my dear husband.
Lucius glanced back at me and I thought I saw his eyes soften but all emotion soon disappeared before I could decipher it. Without a word, he left.
Lucius sighed; he had been wandering the grounds for roughly half an hour. He loved his wife dearly, but his response to being questioned had been forced so deeply within him that he had pushed his wife away. Apologies and groveling would be in order most likely, especially since his coldness had overtaken him so often since the start of the war. With that in mind, Lucius Malfoy walked back into the house to find his wife.
He found her after a few minutes of searching. Lucius could see nothing but the image his beautiful wife created lying on their bed. Her wrists were slit and crimson blood flowed down them. Empty bottles of pills lay scattered around her along with an empty bottle of poison that he had kept locked away just in case. And yet, his wife looked more peaceful than she had in years. Her beautiful, soft blond hair spread around her like a halo, her blue eyes, the eyes he had loved so much, were closed. With her white dress, Narcissa created a picture of innocence, marred only by the blood pooling slowly around her. If he concentrated hard enough, Lucius could almost imagine her to be sleeping. Soon enough, she would awaken and her pink lips would smile softly at him, her eyes reflecting her love for him. Lucius knew that she was dead. She had been dead for years; this was simply the physical body ending its pain.
Lucius gently picked up Narcissa's hand. "I loved you. I will always love you. In life and in death, we will not be separated. That is my eternal promise to you." Gently placing his wife's pale hand at her side, Lucius walked over to his cabinet and pulled out another bottle of poison. He drank till the body was empty, wincing at the bitter taste. Walking back over to his bed, Lucius kissed his wife's still warm lips and lay down beside her. "Wait for me my love, I'm not far behind."
AN: Hey everybody! What did you think? Review and let me know. This was sort of a spur of the moment ' I'm bored, its late, and I'm not tired' kind of thing. My computer wouldn't let me type it up for the longest time, but it worked today! WOOT!