Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I don't own the characters, I'm not a rich, skilled and famous author named J. K. Rowling - heck, I'm not even Scottish! Shame on me ^^

Rating: T, I guess.

Pairing: Lucius/Narcissa (Lucissy or whatever it is called, I don't know the pairings' names apart from Dramione and Drarry XD)

Explanation: I thought I might do this "fourshots" (XD yeah, fourshots, as opposed to a oneshot): this will be four "chapters" around the same theme, the first from Cissy's POV, then Lucius, then Draco, then Lucius again. It takes place between the fifth and sixth book. You may want to listen to Seether's "Broken" as you read this first part. Oh, by the way, as you may have figured, I don't own that song either ^^

Fallen Pure Blood
Chapter 1: Broken

Guilty.

Weeks after the trial, the word was still carved into Narcissa Malfoy's thoughts and heart. It was predictable, of course: the facts were all there. Lucius was indeed in the Department of Mysteries, where he had indeed tried to steal something, and he indeed had the Dark Mark on his left forearm. Years ago, Lucius Malfoy had managed to escape from a trial by swearing he had been put under the Imperius Curse, and by giving a consequent amount of gold to the right people. But now... now, it didn't work like that. Lucius didn't dare turn his back on his master while he was alive and so powerful.

Narcissa had remained perfectly still, cold and elegant as usual, when they had stated that Lucius had been found guilty of his crimes. She was a Black who had married a Malfoy: she knew how to behave herself gracefully and hide her feelings. Draco, too, had tried to remain still, and he had almost succeeded - but she had seen his hands clenching into tight, shaking and white fists.

Lucius had been given the right to see his wife and son about three weeks after being sent to Azkaban. Normally, such visits were forbidden: the Ministry feared that the visitors may help a prisoner to escape. Moreover, most wizards didn't want to go in such a terrible place if they weren't forced to by a judgment.

But Narcissa Malfoy, beautiful and delicate woman that she was, didn't care about the look of Azkaban, or that terrible feeling of despair that caught anyone when they walked down the grey corridors: she was much tougher than she looked from the outside. Her own sister had spent fourteen years there, proudly giving up her freedom in the name of her loyalty to her fallen master, and now it was her husband that was behind these thick walls. She followed an Auror - for the Dementors had left the prison months ago - in a long, dark corridor, with her head held very high and a much loyal allure, as though the look of this place and the dreadful feeling it brought into anyone's heart did not affect her at all. Draco, although not as confident and proud as her, followed her in silence.

The Auror opened a heavy metal door: Narcissa stepped inside, but when her only son tried to follow her, the Auror stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder. He was a very tall, threatening-looking man with dark eyes and very bushy eyebrows.

"He waits in another room," he ordered with his severe voice that fitted the place very much. "Only one visitor at the time."
"I'm sure we can make an exception, surely Lucius will want to see both of us at the same time," Narcissa simply replied.

The Auror smirked in a way that clearly showed his disdain for the Pure Blood family. He obviously couldn't care less about what Lucius Malfoy wanted.

"We are already making an exception by allowing him to see you," his voice snapped back.
"You have five minutes, Mrs. Malfoy, and I'll be counting."

She gave him a disgusted and outraged glare.

"Your kindness honours you," she replied coldly as he closed the door behind her.

It was a small, cold room. There was no furniture at all, and the only source of light was a small window in the middle of the wall next to the door. Narcissa waited for a few minutes, alone in the middle of the empty room, when she finally heard someone opening the door behind her. She quickly turned around, her blue dress twirling beautifully behind her as she did so. He was there, surrounded by three Aurors. They pushed him inside and quickly locked the door behind him.

It was a great shock to see how much that Lucius was different from the one she remembered. The Lucius in her mind was wearing perfect clothes, had soft, tied back long blond hair. He was confident, even arrogant. The one if front of her... the one in front of her was wearing that grey thing that didn't even look like it had ever been real clothes, his hair was dirty and messy. He had almost fallen on his knees when he had been pushed inside by the Aurors, and he was surely not confident and arrogant anymore. He looked away from her, ashamed.

That Lucius was broken.

She felt her heart shattering like cristal smashed on the floor when she realised that. The powerful man she had married was gone.

"We discussed that before, Cissy," he said with a low voice, still refusing to look at his beautiful wife. "I told you, if they ever got me, I didn't want you to come... I don't want you to see me like this-"
"And I told you, Lucius Malfoy, that I wouldn't let you alone here without doing everything I could to see you!" she replied with a piercing voice.

She walked towards him and hugged him very tight. He was a bit skinnier than she remembered, but she barely noticed it. Five minutes, they had five ridiculous minutes to see each other. His skin was as dirty as his blond hair, but she didn't care: she held him against her body and caressed his long hair.

"I'm sorry, Cissy," he murmured after a long moment of silence where he had let himself enjoy the warmth of her soft body.

He took her pale hand between his own, for he couldn't do more than that: the chains around his wrist prevented him from even hugging back his wife.

"This isn't your fault," Narcissa said firmly. "You were following orders, this isn't your fault. The Dark Lord will come back for you."

The Death Eater shook his head slowly.

"He will not."
"Yes he will! He came back for Bella and the others-"
"They'd been loyal to him. He will not come back for those who failed."
"Then I'll come back every time I can, Lucius, I swear," she replied with a shaking voice, caressing his cheek with her free hand. "I'll come back and see you whenever I can, I cannot just..."

Her voice broke.

"I love you so much," she managed to say, tears falling down her sapphire blue eyes for the very first time since her husband had been sent to Azkaban. "Being without you... it's unbearable..."
"No, Cissy, don't cry, please..."

He managed to wipe away her tears with his hands almost painfully tied together.

"I'm really... don't cry, darling... please, you'll make me..."

Suddenly, the door opened, and the first Auror stepped inside.

"Time's up, Death Eater," he said with a cunning smile.

His smile grew even bigger when he noticed that Narcissa was crying.

"Oh, how touching."
"You filthy Mudblood, don't you dare insult my wife!" Lucius's loud voice threatened him.
"Filthy?" the Auror laughed. "You call me filthy?"
"Real clothes and a shower and I won't be filthy anymore. Whatever you do, you'll always be," he replied.

The Auror rolled his eyes.

"Charming as ever. Mrs. Malfoy, follow me now," he said, taking her pale arm in his big hand.
"No!"

She resisted, at least long enough to give her husband a burning, passionate kiss that lasted until he strongly pulled her back and forced her to leave the room. She jerked her arm away and gave him her coldest glare.

"Don't touch me. I'm far over your standards," she said.

Away from her husband she loved and missed so much, Narcissa was able to regain her very dignified attitude and her usual poise, or at least enough to act arrogantly towards this Mudblood. She shot the Auror a last cold glare, and walked away to the room where she was supposed to wait for Draco's return.

Alone in the empty room, she touched her pink lips with the tip of her delicate fingers, and a single tear went down her pale cheek.

Five minutes was really not enough to show her love.

End of the chapter: Yup, I decided that they loved each others for change! Most fics have Lucius and Cissy not having a good relationship, often with Lucius being violent towards her and her being disgusted by him, but I personally think that if they didn't marry only for love (for most Pure Blood don't, apparently), Lucius must care for his wife and miss her somehow, and Narcissa must love her husband, as she can't stand anyone (even her own sister) insulting him ^^ next chapter: same encounter, from Lucius' POV! ;) Please let me know how you felt about this first chapter ;)