Summary: Because that is the easy way out of things. No one ever has to explain.
Disclaimer: Do you really think I own Harry Potter? Didn't think so.
we all feign freedom
by: Lissome Lilt
Raindrops fall heavily from above, a sharp yet soothing pitter-patter on the window. The sky, the clouds, are weeping. The rain forms muddy, light brown puddles, perfect for child's-play. But she was never allowed to even go near one.
It could ruin her dress or robes or pretty shoes, her hair could get wet and frizz. Her mother would not stand for a soiled child. Narcissa had agreed with her.
It was not until she saw her three year old son, shrieking in delight, running towards the dirty water, that she realized how sheltered and controlled her life had been, how many rules she had followed without even really noticing.
But instead of letting him have his fun, like a normal child should, she held him back and told him he was not to go near the puddles. Ever.
Because it was right and proper and Lucius would not want his son, his only heir, behaving like a bloodtraitor's spawn. Because her son was not a normal child, he was the heir to two prestigious and old families.
And Narcissa did not want to see, in him, what she had been without during her own childhood.
Freedom.
It's been awhile since I wrote something, so I wanted to. This is the result. I hope you like it. And please review. Please.