The Snake's Love
Author's Note:
Hello lovely readers! I hope that you're all doing fabulous! I just wanted to take this opportunity to introduce myself. My name is Tori; and I am so excited to be writing this story! I've long held a love and interest in Lucissa, so here I am. I hope that you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy creating it.
I am sorry if there are some grammatical/spelling mistakes. I don't have a beta; and I know that it isn't perfect...but I thought perhaps someone would enjoy it. Also, this is my first chapter...and it's merely an introduction! I swear that this story will get much better and wayyy more entertaining!
Please review! Reviews are love...and my reason to continue writing. ~ Luvies, Tori
Story Disclaimer:
This is my disclaimer for the duration of this fanfiction. Anyways, I own absolutely nothing and I don't know a soul. All of the characters belong to the awesome J.K. Rowling...unless of course, they're figments of my own imagination. However, the story line is all mine. Thanks so much!
Prologue: For the Love of Blood Purity
Important - AN:
Before you read this story, it is importnat that you know that this story belongs to a series of four stories which can ALL be read as stand alone stories. Since, this story is technically the first story in the series (because it is the earliest generation I am writing about), you most certainly don't have to read any of the other stories to understand this one. However, some of my original characters will appear in this story as their younger selves. If you enjoy this story, go check out the other three stories in the series! For any questions, comments, or needed clarifications concerning the fact that this story is a prequel to other stories that are technically not Lucissa, please pm me. Enjoy!
Prologue:
It was decided long before the child herself was born that she would one day be bonded, betrothed, and married to a wealthy elitest pureblood because she herself would be raised as one as well. It was for this reason that when Narcissa Black was born her brith was celebrated more widely than just her own family for she came from one of the oldest, wealthiest, and purest families of the time; and therefore was a much sought after and coveted potential vessel for carrying on a good pureblooded name...
"Abraxas, Lucine,!" Druella Black simpered with a falsely sweet smile as she kissed the air beside each of her guests' cheeks and patted their son's carefully styled silvery-blonde hair. "And young Lucius, of course. We're so pleased that you were able to make it today. Aren't we, Bellatrix? Girls?" She prompted as she gazed at her eldest daughter through narrowed eyes. To say that her eldest daughter lacked the general decorum of her younger sisters would be modest to the truth of the matter.
"Thank you for coming." Eleven-year-old Bellatrix wore a fake smile as she greeted the adults before turning a cold glare to their irritating son. Her dark curls were fashioned in an intricate up-do that was pulling at her head in the most uncomfortable way. And her emerald green dress was fit so as to pull her shoulders back to prevent her from slouching (according to her Aunt Wallburga).
The middle daughter, Andromeda Black smiled half-heartedly through her long dark eyelashes at the startalingly blonde family before her. "Hello." Her voice was gentler than her elder sister's but lacked the confidence or care of a characteristic Black. (A disgustingly Rosier trait, according to her Aunt Wallburga.)
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." Seven-year-old Narcissa Black smiled prettily as her long loose blonde curls hung down her back in a bow. What her eldest sister lacked in warmth and genteelness she made up for in droves with her sweet smile and good manners. What her elder sister lacked in confidence she carried easily as she looked into the adults' eyes and curtsied.
Druella smiled proudly at the family in front of her, satiated by her pride and the promise her youngest daughter held. Unlike untameable Bellatrix and disinterested Andromeda, Narcissa held the promise of making the match of the century. She was a Black; and she was beautiful even as a seven-year-old.
"Thank you for inviting us, Druella." Lucine Malfoy smiled as she lightly tapped her son's shoulder indicating that he should be just as pleasant and perfect as the three girls before him.
"Thank you, Mrs. Black." Lucius smiled up at the older woman as he kissed her hand and proceeded to kiss all three of her daughters' hands. He grimaced slightly as he kissed Bellatrix's hand - partially terrified of the elder girl and partially horrified by her lack of femininity. "Congratulations, Bellatrix." Bellatrix sneered as she barely contained her contempt and desire to rub his slobber off of her hand.
While Andromeda merely stared at him in a rather bored manner as he bent his head towards her hand. "Andormeda." He had played with the Black sisters many times; and knew that the daughter his age was exceedingly boring with rather odd views.
Lastly, he turned to the youngest Black daughter - always intrigued by how didfferent she was in looks and personality to her sisters. "Narcissa." He smirked idylly as the youngest girl smiled sweetly as she offered her hand to him, her cheeks tinged a very light pink.
"He's such a gentleman." Druella gushed with a smile as the Malfoys moved into the room from the processional greeting line.
"Abraxas,..." Lucine Malfoy carefully hid her words behind a smile as she talked in an almost imperceptible voice to her husband as they moved through the crowd of people gathered for the bonding of Bellatrix Black to Rodolphus Lestrange - the social gathering of the season.
"Yes, Lucine?" The older man smiled at people as they passed on the way to their seats. He was a slight man with graying silvery-blonde hair much like his son's. He had piercing baby blue eyes; and walked with a cane from an injury suffered years long past. He was a very successful business owner and entrepreneuer; and was widely regarded as a primier wizard of his time. However, what people didn't know was that his most prized accomplishments were that of his family...
Lucine Malfoy was a strikingly pretty middle-aged woman. She had white-blonde hair and silver eyes that seemed to see right through a person. She had married young; and had had her first and only son later in life. "The youngest Black daughter, Narcissa. Is she spoken for as of yet?" She smiled as she gracefully sat down between her husband and son in a row of chairs with a good view of the ceremony.
Abraxas let his eyes drift back to the family by the door, his eyes lingering on the youngest Black that looked much more suited to be a Malfoy than a Black or Rosier with her very fair and aristocratic features. "I'll speak to Cygnus, if you wish?" His lips formed a thin line of a smile as his wife touched his arm lightly with happiness and approval.
"Thank you, Abraxas." She smiled with a secret excitement hidden behind her features as she lovingly pulled her son closer to her; and watched the bonding of Bellatrix Black to Rodolphus Lestrange.
AN: I have the next chapter (which is very long and more detailed) written and ready to post! So please review this chapter to let me know if I should continue this story...and I will post the first chapter more quickly! =D
