How Can You Ask Me?

by piratetrfc

Narcissa's apostrophe to Lucius.

Tell me why I must kill children.

I'm sorry, but the line is drawn. Lucius, you ask too much. You ask me to follow a man who tells me to kill children.

Tell me why we aren't allowed do anything but kill them. They have blood as pure as Draco's. There are spells for the minds, if nothing else. So accomplished. You must be able to think of something.

They are beautiful. Even the red-heads. How can you ask me to kill them? Beautiful children. Learning. Growing. I must beg for them because their families are traitor and yes, they die rightly, but they are children.

The little blond boy was just struck by green light. He must have been fifteen. Sixteen. Younger than our own son. Struck in the back. They can't even kill him to his face.

How can you ask me to kill them?

There is so much beauty in the world, still. Not everything has to be death.

Please don't ask me to kill them.