Part One:
"No! NO! Get away from me!"
"Don't try to fight me, Narcissa."
"Leave me alone, I didn't do anything!"
"Crucio!"
"NOOOOOOOO!"
Narcissa shot up in her bed, shaking. Oh, God, that dream again. The cruel laughter, so familiar, was still ringing in her ears.
It took her a minute to remember that he was gone. She lay back down in the bed, still shaking. It's okay, he's in Azkaban now, she told herself. He can't hurt me now.
But she knew that it wouldn't be long before he got out. The dementors were abandoning the prison, and Narcissa knew that another breakout was being planned. And he would be one of the escapees.
No!
She shot out of bed and stared around the large, dark room. She'd been sharing this room with him for nearly 20 years. She'd never been alone for such a long time...sure, there were those nights when he wouldn't come home, but those were scattered, and he was never away for more then a day at a time.
A king always loves his castle.
Narcissa hated this place. This large manor that she felt trapped in. Where she was so unhappy.
She crossed the room and opened up the door to her husband's huge closet. Inside, waiting for him, hung his expensive robes, cloaks, and Italian leather shoes. All, of course, in black. Narcissa pulled a robe off the rack and flung it to the floor. Then another. Another. She ripped the racks off the walls.
Fuck him and his expensive robes and shoes! She gathered up as much of them as she could in her arms and stumbled to the bathroom. The huge, dark bathroom with a huge tub. She threw the clothes in the tub.
My wand. I need my wand. She went back to her nightstand and grabbed it. She kept it next to her while she slept, just in case...
Back to the bathroom, to the tub full of clothes. She pointed her wand at the robes, though she wished she could be pointing it at his heart. She muttered a spell, and blue flames shot at the robes. She stared at the tub as the robes and shoes, so precious to the man she hated, exploded with a burst of blue flames.
But the fire soon spread. Narcissa fled out of the bathroom, out of the room, and through the dark house. She thought the house was so scary, so big and dark...and evil.
She dashed out the door, not caring that she was only wearing her sleeping gown and a robe. No slippers or anything. But it didn't matter: the manor was hidden, there were no neighbors for miles.
She stood a distance away from the house, watching as the blue flames spread. Suddenly, she smiled. For the first time in years, she gave a real smile. And then, she was laughing. This house of evil was finally dead, engulfed in flames. No castle for the damn king now! she thought as she cackled. She feel to her knees, laughing.
But suddenly, the laugh caught in her throat. As suddenly as she began laughing, she began to sob. Because she'd forgotten something inside, the most important thing in her life.
Draco.
"No! NO! Get away from me!"
"Don't try to fight me, Narcissa."
"Leave me alone, I didn't do anything!"
"Crucio!"
"NOOOOOOOO!"
Narcissa shot up in her bed, shaking. Oh, God, that dream again. The cruel laughter, so familiar, was still ringing in her ears.
It took her a minute to remember that he was gone. She lay back down in the bed, still shaking. It's okay, he's in Azkaban now, she told herself. He can't hurt me now.
But she knew that it wouldn't be long before he got out. The dementors were abandoning the prison, and Narcissa knew that another breakout was being planned. And he would be one of the escapees.
No!
She shot out of bed and stared around the large, dark room. She'd been sharing this room with him for nearly 20 years. She'd never been alone for such a long time...sure, there were those nights when he wouldn't come home, but those were scattered, and he was never away for more then a day at a time.
A king always loves his castle.
Narcissa hated this place. This large manor that she felt trapped in. Where she was so unhappy.
She crossed the room and opened up the door to her husband's huge closet. Inside, waiting for him, hung his expensive robes, cloaks, and Italian leather shoes. All, of course, in black. Narcissa pulled a robe off the rack and flung it to the floor. Then another. Another. She ripped the racks off the walls.
Fuck him and his expensive robes and shoes! She gathered up as much of them as she could in her arms and stumbled to the bathroom. The huge, dark bathroom with a huge tub. She threw the clothes in the tub.
My wand. I need my wand. She went back to her nightstand and grabbed it. She kept it next to her while she slept, just in case...
Back to the bathroom, to the tub full of clothes. She pointed her wand at the robes, though she wished she could be pointing it at his heart. She muttered a spell, and blue flames shot at the robes. She stared at the tub as the robes and shoes, so precious to the man she hated, exploded with a burst of blue flames.
But the fire soon spread. Narcissa fled out of the bathroom, out of the room, and through the dark house. She thought the house was so scary, so big and dark...and evil.
She dashed out the door, not caring that she was only wearing her sleeping gown and a robe. No slippers or anything. But it didn't matter: the manor was hidden, there were no neighbors for miles.
She stood a distance away from the house, watching as the blue flames spread. Suddenly, she smiled. For the first time in years, she gave a real smile. And then, she was laughing. This house of evil was finally dead, engulfed in flames. No castle for the damn king now! she thought as she cackled. She feel to her knees, laughing.
But suddenly, the laugh caught in her throat. As suddenly as she began laughing, she began to sob. Because she'd forgotten something inside, the most important thing in her life.
Draco.