Something I wrote, because, well, I guess I've been on a little bit of a Narcissa kick lately? If you liked this, read some of my other stuff, especially Augury, my other Narcissa drabble! Don't own HP, review please!
.x. No Such Things .x.
When I was younger, I dreamed of being rescued from a castle (guarded by a fire-breathing dragon, of course) by a handsome prince, who would kiss me passionately after carrying me down from my tower bedroom and whom I would subsequently marry. Surprising, isn't it, that Blacks should have folly daydreams about such romantic escapades? It does happen, however—just to seldom for anyone to notice. Bellatrix teased me relentlessly for my notions, but when I received the letter from Hogwarts (a castle, I told myself excitedly), I knew deep down that my dreams were going to come true.
In reality, they all came crashing down.
Oh, I met my Prince Charming, all right—he was handsome and devoted, but not to me. He was one of the Dark Lord's most faithful servants, and, given the choice between Him and me, I know who he would pick. I don't blame him. After all, the Dark Lord is frightening in all possible ways. I agree wholeheartedly with Lucius that the wizard race should be purified, I do, but his methods terrify me. I can see it every so often—a murderous gleam in his pale eyes that gives me the chills.
In fairy tales, the princes are always charming and virtuous, romantic and noble, courageous and daring. Lucius is certainly noble, but such nobility comes at the cost of humanity.
According to any Slytherins you could ask, I got all I had ever fantasized about and more—I lived in a Manor, I had all of the riches I could desire, and I had my prince… And it makes sense that they would think so; Lucius is a human embodiment of Slytherin nature.
To hear that I achieved my dreams should make me happy, but, every time I hear someone say it, I can't help but get the lurching feeling that I should have picked a different fable to aspire to…