Mummy's Home
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by J.K. Rowling and are part of the Harry Potter series. I own nothing but my imagination.
It was late at night, the night Narcissa finally sucked in a deep breath and plucked up the courage to return to Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire. The last thing she'd seen of Lake Como were the gates of the Villa, which she had locked up before leaving. She closed her eyes, and her body disappeared, leaving a whirlwind of black smoke. Before she could even think of anything else, she gracefully landed at the front gates of her home…Lucius' home, more like it, she thought, as she'd taken her parents' villa as her current residence.
The house she had married into was still dark and foreboding. However, it seemed in need of repair. It was darker, more dreary than normal. Lucius obviously hadn't been paying attention to the state of their living conditions. He was probably too involved with trying to create his new regime.
The one she vowed never to be a part of again.
He utterly disappointed her when he decided that he would try and become the new Dark Lord, in order to regain the respect and admiration of the people of whose grace they had fallen from. Some Death Eaters had followed, already pledging their allegiance to the man that got everything wrong the first time. To alleviate these negative thoughts about his low standing, Lucius had placed bribes into the hands of the Death Eaters that now followed him.
Unable to stand it, she had left over the holiday season last year. And now, months later, without even a word of communication with her husband, she was here again.
She entered the gates, and gained entrance to the door, as she was still mistress of the house. Narcissa had wondered constantly if her husband had obtained a mistress in the time she was gone. Her son kept reassuring her that Lucius wouldn't do such a thing, but Narcissa didn't know if she could believe it. Inside, it was too quiet. Not a soul was seen, nor could any sound but her high-heeled footsteps be heard. Everything was in disarray. She smiled to herself, with thoughts of Andromeda would most certainly not like this mess running in her mind.
But that smile soon vanished when he appeared before her. She had not even heard him approaching, and Narcissa locked eyes with her husband, Lucius. He was still unkempt as he was during the last war. His gray eyes had dark circles under them, and his hair was a mess. The long, beautiful hair she used to spend countless romantic nights running her hands through. He had also lost weight. Whether it was due to stress or other problems, she did not know.
He smiled weakly at her. "Narcissa," he breathed.
She inhaled a deep breath and straightened her shoulders. "Lucius," she replied in a curt tone.
"You've come home to me?" he asked, hopefully.
"I'm here because of Draco," she answered.
She watched as his face fell, but he still kept up the act that he was a man that was doing fine – that everything, in fact, was fine and while he may have been lonely, he wasn't complete without her. "I haven't seen you in months," he said, chuckling weakly. Narcissa didn't smile. "I've been residing in Italy. Surely I've told you this. The holiday season? You didn't even bother to visit," she said, beginning to laugh at the absurdity of the last part.
She felt her heart breaking. He was still beautiful as ever, and were she still the damned fool she was in her youth, she would take him back. She would always love him, but she could no longer be his wife.
Clasping her hands together, she stood up straighter. "I want a divorce," she announced.