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Dead Memories
Lucius wouldn't let her remember the past. He told her it wasn't important, the memories she had of good times.
He punished her when she tried to tell funny stories of her past during parties, he denied her play time with Draco or release in the bedroom.
She didn't want to give up her memories; she didn't want to pretend she didn't still dream about sneaking out and running away with her sisters.
But after years of Lucius mentally beating her she finally forgot.
So when her son became a Death Eater she'd been dead far too long to care.
Marriage
"Suck it in Cissy I've got to tie these laces!" Narcissa sucked in her breath as Bella pulled her corset tighter.
"I'm nervous and I can't breathe," Narcissa complained.
"Don't be nervous about today, be nervous about tonight, and mother says breathing is not important." Bellatrix said, finishing and coming to stand in front of her little sister.
"He's very handsome," Cissy blushed.
"Good in bed to I'd wager," Bella giggled.
"I'll tell you in the morning," Narcissa ducked her head coy.
The girls looked at each other in silence and turned as their mother called that it was time.
Did You See Him
"Did you see him?" Cissy asked, standing in a group of "friends."
Her question was met by several nods.
"I'm going to marry him," Narcissa told them, smiling at the group she'd accumulated over the years at Hogwarts.
"Of course Narcissa!" came five or six rehearsed replies.
"He said he liked my hair," she sat.
"It's your best feature!" several of the girls fawned.
"Find out who his friends are, and who he dates," Cissy commanded pointing to the weak minded boys who followed her.
They ran off to do her bidding and Cissy sat back, dreaming of her future.
A Precious One
"One more push Narcissa," Lucius smiled, whipping sweat off her brow.
The Mid-Witch smiled from between Narcissa's pale legs.
"I can't push anymore Lucius, it hurts, it…" she trailed off biting her lip she gave one last giant push and a cry echoed through the room.
With a sob Narcissa's knees collapsed together. Lucius' cool lips touched her forehead as the Mid-Witch stood up cradling a tiny, screaming, pink, boy child.
"Give him to me." Narcissa voice was void of emotion as she reached out for her son. She cuddled the baby, tears filling crystal blue eyes and whispered, "Draco."