Laugh as Not to Cry
When she was little, she was a daddy's girl.
She loved her mum, of course. But her daddy and herself had a special bond.
Things would change as she got older.
One day, Daddy wouldn't be there anymore.
But she never forgot what her daddy told her, a few days before he left them.
"Don't be sad, Cissa. If you ever feel like you're getting sad, just laugh. Laugh as not to cry."
Narcissa attended Hogwarts that fall.
She laughed a lot.
Lucius asked her to marry him just after she finished at Hogwarts.
She laughed at him.
He asked her again two weeks later, and she said yes.
A year into their marriage, Lucius invited her to join the Dark Lord with him.
She laughed.
Her father had joined the Dark Lord, and abandoned her family.
She would not abandon hers.
When Draco was born, she did not laugh or cry.
She pawned him off to his nanny, and spent days in the master bedroom in silence.
She had spent too much time laughing.
If she did not laugh, she kept her silence.
If that made her look cold, so be it.
When she was faced with her son's mortality, Narcissa cried.
That first time she cried, she hated herself afterwards.
Silence began to eclipse laughter.
And so, Draco grew up in the influence of his father and the harsh laughter and utter silence of his mother.
He knew his mother tried. But he never saw her cry. Was that normal?
Cissa cried openly as her son ran towards her. She expected to be berated by her husband for such a public display of emotion.
But he did not.
"Mother. . . why did you never cry?"
It was a simple question.
"When I was a little girl, I loved my father best."
End
Weird little drabble.
Written for Aerileigh, because she voted in the election this year.
I have no idea where it came from.