A.N.: Half Blood Prince opened my eyes to the fact that the Malfoys arn't as evil as I thought. My friend TwilightHaunt had been telling me I needed to write a new fanfic and this popped into my mind. I'd like to thank her for all her help in editing and proof reading my story. Hopefully she won't have to do as much editing with the next chapter:D

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

It was well past midnight. In front of an enormous fireplace, in a high-backed, leather chair sat a worried-looking woman. Her long blonde hair, which was usually put up, hung limp around her face. Sinister shadows caused by the firelight danced across her face, which normally wore a haughty sneer. The sour pout that would often grace her lips was gone. Instead, her expression was downcast, the slight worry-lines etched in her pale face looked like canyons, and her fierce eyes frequently brimmed with tears that stayed hot in her eyes. In her trembling hand she held a letter that she couldn't stop reading over and over, till she knew every word. She slowly let out a sob that she had been holding inside. Tilting her head against the back of her chair, she gazed at the ceiling.

'How could this have happened?' she thought to herself as recent memories came flooding back into her mind. Although they only happened just that night, it felt like years ago.

Adjusting her husband's robes, Narcissa looked up adoringly at her husband. Lucius kissed the top of her head.

"It shouldn't be long," Lucius said as he picked up his mask from his bedside table.

Narcissa giggled, "Of course, how hard could it be to get that little brat to hand over the prophesy?"

"Not long at all," Lucius answered his wife. "I only wish that the Dark Lord would let us kill Harry Potter."

Narcissa sighed, Lucius always wanted to take matters into his own hands and get things over and done with. "Yes, but we must do as the Dark Lord commands," She reminded him.

"He knows what he's doing," Lucius grumbled. Then, suddenly, the blonde-haired wizard grabbed his wife and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

Narcissa held her husband close; she knew he wasn't likely to get hurt, but you never did know. After all, they were starting a war. And whenever Lucius left to perform his duties, Narcissa would often fight with him and beg him to stay, not to get hurt. The result of this often left Narcissa all alone at home, worrying, until he would finally return home.

Reluctantly, Lucius pulled himself away from her. Narcissa shivered, the heat of his body leaving hers. "I'll be home soon, wait up for me…maybe in that black nightgown that I like so much." Winking he placed his mask on.

Narcissa giggled like a schoolgirl; no matter how old she got he was always able to do that to her. "I'll see if I can stay up that late," She replied teasingly.

Blowing a kiss, Lucius apparated out.

Narcissa sat lazily in her favorite leather chair, the burning fire within the hearth crackling away. She was wearing Lucius' favorite black nightgown and a long green silk robe, which, naturally, was hanging off on one shoulder. She sipped her tea as she read the Daily Prophet. As usual it was filled with nonsense. She skimmed over most of it, mainly looking for the insults directed towards Dumbledore or Harry Potter.

She smiled to herself as she thought of the Dark Lord finally killing that whiny little brat. Narcissa had never liked either of the Potters; they were filth. She often wondered why her cousin Sirius had spent so much time with them.

'Every family has a bad egg,' she thought. '…Or two,' She added bitterly as a bad taste filled her mouth, remembering her sister. Often she pretended that she didn't have a second sister. Narcissa's sister was the embarrassment of the family, after all.

But none of that would matter soon. In a matter of hours the Dark Lord would destroy Harry and bring order to the wizarding world.

As she indifferently lifted her tea cup to take a sip, a barn owl came flying through the window Narcissa had left open. It landed on her chair's arm and held out its leg. Narcissa snatched the letter with one hand and opened it. Bored, she skimmed it, but gasped as she read:

"..As such, we regret to inform you that your husband, Lucius Malfoy, was taken into custody for participating in activities as a Death Eater. He will be placed in Azkaban prison until his trial. You may contact the Head Desk at the Ministry and they will be able to set up a time for you to visit your husband if you should like to…"

Narcissa's hands began to shake so violently that she dropped her tea cup. She didn't hear the piercing smash of the cup as it collided with the floor, and she clutched the letter and read it again in disbelief.

"How can this be? Oh, Lucius!" she whispered aloud to her empty house.

So, we find Narcissa, mournfully staring at the ceiling. A lone tear rolled down her cheek before she hastily sat up, back straight, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Standing up she felt her heels crush something. When she looked down she realized she had shattered one of her favorite tea cups. Shattered to pieces, completely smashed.

Tying her robe around her narrow waist she slowly made her way to her desk.

Picking up her ornate stationary and a quill, Narcissa began to write a letter to her son. But as hard as she tried to seem calm through her words, her hand began to tremble, and, shoulders shuddering, she broke into a series of sobs.

Her husband, Lucius Malfoy, one of the richest and most powerful wizards of the wizarding community was in Azkaban. Azkaban! Of all the places in the world, that was the one place he never belonged! As the tears began flowing heavier, Narcissa flung herself onto her desk.

Narcissa wasn't sure how long it took her to compose herself. It could have been minutes, or even hours. However long it had been, she had made a mess of her letter to Draco. Taking out a fresh piece of paper, she began her letter again, trying to be as reassuring as possible to him. When she was finished with her letter, she sealed it with a kiss, as was her custom, and set it down carefully on her bedside table to send out first thing in the morning.

As she turned out the lights, she resolved to go down the next morning and make an appointment to see her husband. Slipping under her silken covers, Narcissa wondered if she should even bother trying to sleep.

Narcissa lay awake in bed for half an hour before getting up and walking into her bathroom in search of a sleeping potion. She found the bottle in her medicine cabinet. As she looked for the expiration date, she thought better of her plan to send Draco the letter in the morning.

Potion in hand, she shuffled over to her bedside table and picked up the letter. By morning the news of her husband's arrest will be all over the papers. It would be best if Draco heard the news from his mother first. Walking out of her master bedroom suite, she made her way downstairs to the owlery.

The Malfoys, being rich, had many owls. One for any task. Narcissa had at least five owls that belonged to only to her. Picking up her fastest owl, she tied the letter to its foot.

"Draco will try to ignore you and sleep on, but just be persistent," Narcissa instructed sternly. "He must get this before he does anything else today." Normally she wouldn't address the ridiculous thing, but Draco needed to know.

The silly owl blinked languidly back at Narcissa before flying out the window, Hogwarts as its destination. Sleeping potion still clutched in her hand, Narcissa closed the owlery door behind her.

Too tired to walk all the way back to her bed, after all her house was huge, she drug her feet into the living room. Narcissa lay down on the sofa and took a small sip of sleeping potion, just enough to quiet the restless thoughts and images that ran continuously through her mind. Sighing, she rested her head against a sofa pillow and closed her eyes.