Disclaimer : Don't own Harry Potter, it all belongs to J. K. Rowling who is a brilliant author nothing like me :((
Unappreciated
Excuse me for this
I just want a kiss
I just want to know what it feels like to touch
Something so pure
Something I'm so sure of
What it feels like to stand outside your door
I'm unworthy
I can see you're above me
But I can be lovely given the chance
(Kelly Clarkson- Can I have a kiss)
She looked at him as the green jet of energy hit the Potter brat and saw as he fell wincing in pain, then nothing. For those few minutes she stopped breathing all-together, but he soon opened his eyes.
"My Lord... my Lord..." she said, her voice soft like a lover's would sound. "My Lord, let me." She offered, holding out her hand.
"I do not require assistance," said Voldemort coldly and she withdrew her hand slowly, mournfully. "The boy... Is he dead?" her lord asked and she saw Cissy walk forward. Why was it all about Potter?
Narcissa knelt beside the nuisance and check out for signs of life. Seconds later she said the words they've all been waiting for since they first heard of the Prophecy.
"He's dead!" Cissy exclaimed and the other Death Eaters began laughing, her lord joined in and, though she was also laughing, she couldn't not think about lost times, long ago, when He would look upon her as more than a mere insect. Damn Lucius and his weakness! She used to be his best warrior and most loyal servent, she used to mean something, but not anymore.