Herrow. Hi. How are you? So, This made me feel bad, but then, it was supposed to. I used a Prompt: Feeling- Gloomy, for Bingo. Numbah 45. And for Arithmancy Class.
Now, I put this in an AU, where Voldemort was killed forever before Molly and them were born, he was killed before he even left Hogwarts. So, no Voldy.
Also, Narcissa and Arthur are older then Molly and Lucius, Pretty much Molly and Narcissa switch ages. Also, like in my Of Slytherins and Gryffindors AU, Narcissa and Molly are sisters, both Pruitts, and both Ravenclaw.
So, the ages would be, Molly, 12, Lucius, 13, Arthur, 18, Narcissa, 18.
B-days, Molly, 10-30-55, Lucius, 3-19-54, Arthur, 2-6-50, Narcissa, 11-1-49. Lucius and Narcissa don't have a date other then the year as far as I could find, so I gave them these ones. If you know otherwise, please tell.
I don't own!
Enjoy!
Narcissa didn't mean to do it. She just wanted out of her arranged marriage, that was all. But, her sister, her baby sister, was going to go through with everything she hadn't wanted, and she would do it with a smile on her face, becuase she knew that she would be forced to if she didn't.
She had never been the kind of person to wallow in self pity, or to drink until she passed out, but she couldn't help herself. She found a sucker to propose, she might have actually fallen, if not into love, then into something really close, with him, and that scared her.
So she smuggled a couple of bottles of Firewhiskey into her dorm room and started to drink herself into a stupor. Her roommates stayed away, all three having been smart enough to evacuate. She glared at the walls as she poured herself another cup.
Her sister just, gave up her life, her future, so Narcissa could what? Run away from responsability? She downed another glass.
How could her sister do that? She was the older of the two, by a few years, she should be the one to throw away her life for her sister, not the other way around. The little sister should never take that responsibility, should never have to be the bigger of the two.
Oh, look, the bottle was empty. Narcissa threw it in a fit of rage. How dare she?! How dare Molly try to fix what Narcissa ruined?! That wasn't her job! Her job was to be protected! To let her take care of her, and fall in love and have as many kids as she wanted!
Not to be forced into a loveless marriage, to be forced to bare at least one boy, and then be ignored for the rest of her life!
How could she do this to her? How could she ruin her sisters life?
Narcissa started to scream out her rage.
"It isn't FAIR! Why! Stupid rules!" She screamed, her words slurred slightly. Tears fell freely down her cheeks. She was so lost in breaking things, that she didn't see her door open, she didn't hear the small footsteps that came up behind her.
She stopped, and started to sob loudly, when she felt her sister's arms circle her stomach, the tiny arms of the twelve yearold were wrapped in dark blue sleeves, and held tightly.
"I am so sorry." A mantra, said a countless amount of times into her sisters hair as they both collapesed onto the floor.
And that was how they were found the next morning, curled aroundd each other, Narcissa holding her sister protectivly against everything.
So, this is cool. I am going to tie it in with some other stories that I want to do.
Mars
