This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Psychology: Psychology of Memory: Task #3: Write about something highly emotional.

Warnings: misscarage, depression

Word count: 623

Beta: WhatComesFromWithin

Yearly:

Prompt 343- [Action] Sobbing

157 [Word] Scream

Monthly:

Bonnie and Clyde: Made in America: (emotion) sympathy

Bex's Basement: "Don't touch me."

Film Festival: [Item] Tissues

Seasonal:

Days of The year: 30th March: National Doctor's Day - Write about visiting the doctor

Spring: (quote) "Spring will come and so will happiness. Hold on. Life will get warmer." - Anita Krizzan

Amanda's Challenge: Daryl Dixon - Write about someone with a rough exterior who actually a softie.

Quarterly:

Gym: Madam Pomfreys:

Leg Extension Machine - Healer

Bi-Montly:

Lei- Rose: Lucius Malfoy

Music: Koto: Write about a Healer (canon or otherwise).

Pop Figures:

Lucius Malfoy:

(Setting) Malfoy Manor

Narcissa was walking around the house, cleaning, making sure the house elves knew what to prepare for dinner. Everything needed to be perfect when her husband came home from work. Narcissa was about five weeks pregnant, only just starting to show a little. The Malfoy family couldn't wait to welcome this new addition to the household.

Narcissa felt a cramp in her stomach, feeling her insides contract. She knew the instant she felt it something was wrong. She Floo'ed to the emergency room immediately, not waiting for Lucius to arrive home. She couldn't wait; what if she lost it?

The Healer examined her immediately and shook his head. "Nothing to be done, Mrs Malfoy," he said contrite. The healer wanted to reach for her, to touch her arm. He wanted to comfort the woman. "Don't touch me," she shot out as he touched her arm, jerking away. He was holding out a box of tissues, accustomed to having the woman burst into tears in situations like hers.

She wanted to yell and scream and throw herself onto the floor and sob until she couldn't cry anymore. Instead, she went home, schooling her features like a proper Malfoy should. She went home, and made it to the bathroom before she broke down.

Narcissa was bent over in agony, clutching her belly, and crying in the bathroom when Lucius Malfoy found her. The stress of the pregnancy had clearly been too much for her to handle. He was upset about her going through this pain. The prophecy told him he would have a son, but it said nothing of this torture and loss they would face before they reached their happy ending.

He pulled her into his arms, stroking her long blonde hair as she sobbed into his robe. "We. . . I don't think I can ever go through this again," she managed to choke out in between sobs. The heartbreak of losing a child was something nobody wished upon their worst enemy.

"Cissa, it's okay," Lucius reassured his wife. She didn't believe the prophecy was true. He had to be strong for her. Of course the pain was torturing him inside, but he knew that one day they would have their Malfoy heir. "Spring will come and so will happiness. Hold on. Life will get warmer," Lucius said, consoling his wife.

Narcissa became deeply emotional after the miscarriage, and she swore that she would never try again. Lucius knew that their time would come, but next time, he was going to do everything for her. He was going to make sure all the pressure of running the household was taken care of so his lovely wife could focus on herself and having their child instead.

Narcissa spent regular sessions with her Healer, until she had managed to move past this tragic event. However, she still believed they were prone to stay without child forever, and that they would only have each other. Lucius Malfoy may not have been the man she chose, but their love had grown deep and pure during their marriage, and she knew she would draw from his strength and they would be happy. No matter what happened, they always had each other.

As time went, Narcissa learnt to cope, she locked away the memory that was too hard to handle, and every time that a friend came with news of their little bundle of joy, she would smile, and offered her congratulations. She would go home after, in the privacy of the Manor, and take one small white tablet. Yet, still some nights she would wake with tears in her pale blue eyes, her hands clenched around her flat stomach, and the memory of what she and her husband had lost.