Ok so... this is my first story and the first story in my new WIVES series. Sorry if it sucks.

I sat in my high winged back chair and idly stoked the soft white fur of my cat, juniper, and wondered back into the dark crevices of my mind, back to before I am like I am today. Was it when we were forced to marry? No, I was forgiving then. Was it when he first hit me? No, I loved him then. Was it when he made me kneel in front of a bloody mad man and mass murderer? No, I was, understanding then. Was it when he pulled me away from my sisters? No, I was numb then. Was it when, I was pregnant? No. absolutely not; I was overwhelmed with joy and love, and forgiveness, and understanding then. Was it when he wanted me to give up the baby? No, I was feisty then.

Then something clicked in my head, it was when he took my beautiful, darling little girl and stole her breath before I could even hold her, I remember the day vividly,

"good job miss! Just a little more! Push harder!"

I screamed like someone stabbed me in the heart and I was still alive to feel it all.

Then I heard it, the small wail of a baby, my baby. I looked down, happy as could be and it was then that the teas came tenfold and the smile was wiped from my face,

"Hide it! Don't let him find it! Quickly now woman! Put it away somewhere safe! NOW"

But the woman was in imbecile,

"Congratulations! Wonderful work, miss! You have a beautiful healthy little girl!"

Then I know it was coming, the door slammed open and HE came in, with one look he had me shivering, and he snarled through clenched teeth,

"Clean that filth up"

While nodding in my direction; he took my darling little angel from the nurse and stormed in a billow of fabric from the room.

I watched and listened as the cry of a baby, a perfect, wonderful baby, was silenced with the flash of a green light.

I sighed methodically and stroked the soft fur of juniper once more before wondering back into my own world.

I imagine that I would have named her, Jasmine Page. A beautiful name if I do say so myself.

I was bought back to reality when the door clicked and the soft thunk, thunk of his shoes as they hit the marble floor made me realize that I was not at my place at the table, like any good wife ought to be when her husband gets home.

I took my place quickly before he could have seen me around the corner in the hall.

We ate in silence for a small period of time before,

"Is there anything new you wish to tell me?"

I swallowed hard and set my fork down, my husband following suit.

"Y…yes;"

I stammered, almost gracefully.

"Go on"

He replied in a cold tone with a lift of his delicate eyebrow.

"I… I'm, pregnant."

He sighed and looked to the ceiling before looking back at me and saying,

"Yes, well do try and not fuck me over this time Narcissa, I so hated seeing the look on that little shits face when she was, taken… Care of"

He then stood and walked away, cold, like me, numb, void, to other emotions, like me, then I realized, he wasn't like me, I was like him, what he intended me to be, a Malfoy. Like him.

SOOO how'd you like it?

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