A/N: This idea came to me and I had a sudden urge to write the first chapter for it. So enjoy, and I would love to hear your thoughts as long as they are positive, or constructive.

This is in Narcissa's POV by the way..

A Mother's Love

Chapter 1

Rivers and oceans of tears seem to stream down my cheeks. With every tear that falls my heart is wrenched tighter, and it seems to suffocate my insides. Hurt, sorrow and regret is what I am feeling now. Why did I marry a Death Eater? Things used to be great between Lucius and I. The love I felt for him was undying, and could never be tarnished, yet now it had been. A year previously, he had been viciously snatched away from me on a mission to serve the Dark Lord. Potter and the Order defeated my husband, and now he was locked up in Azkaban. I blame his fate entirely on The Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord, I shall be damned for revealing my true feelings about him, yet I shall take that risk. He is heartless. His heart seems to have been butchered into millions of pieces, and buried in a coffin as if all emotion (if he actually had emotion to begin with.) had died suddenly. Why did The Dark Lord expect Draco to succeed in taking away the life of Albus Dumbledore? I demand an answer to this question: If The Dark Lord could not manage to take away Dumbledore's life then what were the chances of Draco being successful?

However, I know the real reason... Draco is being punished for Lucius's mistakes. Why must he punish a teenager for their father's mistakes? This proves that he is a beast of a man who deserves to be slaughtered, however I know that this will not happen.

I wrap my arms around me; I rock back and forth. I hope to squeeze out the distress which is tearing through my body at an unbelievable speed, but I know that I will not accomplish this goal.

"Narcissa! Narcissa!" Someone screams.

I open my eyes, yet I am blinded by tears.

There is a knock at my bedroom door, but I just ignore it.

"Narcissa! The person says once more.

"Come in.." I whisper, admitting defeat. Tomorrow I will hear enough shouting from The Dark Lord, and his screams will be directed at my son. I do not need to hear shouting this night.

No movement, no door opening... Who is there?

"Come in!" I repeat louder.

A gasp of surprise.

He looks at me, and I see a look of pity linger across Severus's face. He seems genuinely concerned, but he knows that there is nothing that he can do to release me from this agony.

Pulling me into a hug, he whispers words of comfort in my ear, yet that will not make this hurt go away.

I lift my head up from his shoulder; I look within his eyes. I make him see how much this is breaking me, and I hope that he will try to speak with The Dark Lord, yet my heart says that he will not do that task for me.

"Narcissa... Nothing can be changed, and Draco will have to take his punishment."

"But being in the Dark Lord's dungeons. Isn't that a little extreme?" I whisper to him.

"I will not question my lord. If he discovers that I do, then my punishment will be severe..."

A/N: Shall I continue with this? I know that Narcissa may be a little OOC insulting Voldemort, but I get the impression that Narcissa cares more for her son than the cause.

Apologies for any mistakes like always, but bear in mind I am nowhere near perfect...