A/N: Narcissa lies to keep her husband out of Azkaban. Lucissa. Set at the end of the First Wizarding War.
Submission for:
Amateur Divination Game Challenge: Would you be willing to lie to a court for a close friend if it meant saving your friend from going to jail for life?
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Narcissa sat before the courtroom, her back straight and her eyes fixed on the old wizened face of the warlock overseeing her husband's trial. All accused Death Eaters were to attest to their loyalty to the Dark Lord's cause. A few had done irredeemable things and were quickly led away in chains. Others, such as her husband, had been more cunning and inconspicuous with their deeds, and their names had allowed them a hearing before the Wizengamot.
"Did your husband follow You-Know-Who's orders of his own will before his defeat?" the warlock asked.
"No, he was Imperiused," Narcissa said, her expression giving nothing away, however she knew the truth. Lucius had joined the Dark Lord soon after graduating Hogwarts, his enthusiasm only second to her sister's (no one could best her). The Dark Lord had a master plan, her husband often said, a plan that would make the world a better place for them and their son. Where other purebloods only spoke, the Dark Lord wanted to take action in cleansing the earth of impurities. Narcissa did not agree with such drastic measures but she stood at her faithfully at her husband's side, no matter his decisions.
Her eyes drifted across the room to the man who sat just a few feet away from her. His wrists and ankles were shackled to his chair like a common criminal, but he still looked as dignified and handsome to her as he always did. She would lie to the world to keep him out of Azkaban. She needed her husband. Her son needed his father. She loved him. Always.