I find myself alone in this cold castle more and more often now, simply waiting.
I've been called to fight at the Lord Voldemort's side more and more frequently in recent days.
I know that it can't be helped – if Lucius didn't leave to join the Dark Lord when he called for him, all three of us would be killed.
It pains me to leave her so often and for so long, but I don't have a choice. If I refuse, I know her life would be in danger.
It's so difficult not to worry about him when he's away...
She's on my mind every instant I'm on the battlefield; I know that for her sake, I'll survive.
Every day he's away from the manor, I know better than the think he isn't in danger.
I know Narcissa can take care of herself, but whenever I'm far from her I fear for her safety.
It worries me so to think how easy it would be to lose him; someone I love so dearly, someone who's such a very large part of my world.
Just as I know from experience how easy it is to take someone's life; to take them from the from the lives of those who love them, I'm equally aware of just how easy it would be for her to be taken from me.
The thought alone terrifies me.
One spell is all it would take.
Before he departs, I put on a brave face and tell him I'll be just fine.
Every time I must leave, she tells me not to worry; that she can manage without me for awhile.
He promises to return safely.
I tell her that she need not worry, that I'll return home alive.
I know he sees through me but pretends otherwise, just as I do for him.
Narcissa knows just as well as I that that's one promise I might not manage to keep.
When he turns away from me and Disapparates, I can't help but feel as if a piece of myself is gone – and I don't know if it will return.
I can't bear to look her in the eyes when I depart. I turn my back to her and with a wave of my wand, she's far from my sight.
I've come to dread these farewells, which always lead to sleepless nights and long days spent awaiting Lucius's return.
Our goodbyes are never easy for either of us, and it hurts me knowing the pain they bring her.
But it's for him that I will keep waiting.
But it's for her that I will keep fighting.
Because I am a pureblood.
Because I am a Malfoy.
A/N: I've been thinking of writing a story like this since my early days in the Phoenix Wright fandom, but never got around to it until now! It's my first time writing in this sort of fashion, so please tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters/locations/etc, I'm just a Harry Potter fan!