"In our family portrait we look pretty happy
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, act like it goes naturally."
Narcissa Malfoy was never one to show how she was feeling. She was prim and proper, having been raised by old money standards all of her life. Her eyes never showed fear, her lips never quivered in sadness, and her cheeks never flushed when embarrassed. But the blond woman was currently alone in her bedchamber, her husband in jail and her son on the train to Howarts for about a good hour now. She couldn't help but let the sobs rack her ribcages and the tears flood onto her hands from her eyes- Such an unattractive sound, the one if uncontrollable sadness. But no one was here to scold her or comfort her behavior; so she was able to purge her soul in peace. Narcissa's breath caught in her throat, and she tried to calm down before she asphyxiated herself.
How was she to live like this? Alone…left to speak to herself like some kind of mad woman! Sure, Draco would be home for Christmas, but that was three months away! Narcissa has plenty of friends, but those who would only gossip of her misfortune behind her back. The only one who didn't do such damnation acts was Severus, but he was at school, keeping Draco safe.
Narcissa crawled under the covers of her bed, despite the fact she wore a brand new set of very expensive robes. Severus would protect Draco, she knew so…they had made an unbreakable vow on it. But this was her son! Her only child! Her baby boy! Tears continued to flow freely from Narcissa's eyes as her finger wrapped around the necklace Draco had given her for her birthday over the summer. The mother had never felt like this in her entire life-but her little blond angel had always been there to protect her, even when he had been a young lad. Narcissa had tried so hard to protect him. She had begged Severus to do something, anything, but he just held her close and whispered that disobeying The Dark Lord would be far worse than having to become a Death Eater.
The blond woman wiped her tears from her eyes and her face, but she could not stop more from coming. She had failed her son, failed as a mother.
How was she to live with herself?