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Trepidation
It frightens me, to be thinking of death so often.
My mind brims with a whirling series of images; images of my son's lifeless body in my arms, images of the innocent who have suffered at the hands of the Dark Lord, images of what will come to be.
Darkness has never looked so dark.
I mourn the precious light of hope, for it is long out of reach. I wait helplessly beneath the swelling sky, watching the dark clouds consume the rays and warmth of the sun, devouring every inch of life that exists, leaving misery and pain in its stead.
I feel pain so unbearable it is impossible to describe. Dismembered by my own agony and guilt, I can only dream...
I can only hope that my son will forgive the choices Lucius and I have made, for I will never forgive myself, for the pain and horror he has and will continue to endure.
A/N: I was never a huge fan of Narcissa Malfoy. In my opinion she was selfish and cared for no one but Draco whom she cherished deeply. I think she felt her greatest accomplishment was being a mother. There is no doubt that she was a nasty, ill tempered and cruel woman but in the end she was just a person, capable of human emotions. Yes, she stood by Lucius when he pledged his allegiance to Voldemort but I don't think she fully understood the consequences or what would occur in the following years and so I always assumed her life would be consumed by guilt and fear, especially for her son.