Hi ! Ok, so this is the first time I acctualy post and finish a multi-chapter HP fanfiction... that not a Dramione ! :) Vive moi ! So, I'm quite nervous and exited and... I don't think you care ;)

So, any way, I'm not J., caus' if I was, I wouldn't be spending my time in school, listening to boring lessons about how Geometry saved the day... Or was that Superman ?

Enjoy (I like reviews, I find the contructive !)

The Memories of a Black

Narcissa was terrified. Or that was how it felt when getting cold feet. In the mirror, she could hardly recognize herself : the reflexion was a pale young woman, with high cheekbones, almond shaped blue eyes, a pointy nose and a pointy chin. But Narcissa, even if she recognized her features, she couldn't recognize herself. She was gaunt, from the lack of sleep the past weeks : her skin had a tinge of grey, and she had bags under her eyes. She grabbed her powder puff, and tried to get her skin to look more healthy. She then heard a creaking at her door. She looked over her shoulder, in her reflexion, and saw Bellatrix smiling at her. Narcissa had almost though seeing Andromeda. They had always looked a lot alike, but Bella always wore black, and 'Dromeda preferred light coulours. The fact that her eldest sister was wearing a light blue dress today, as her bridesmaid, made her think that Dromeda was there.

But she wasn't.

She couldn't come, because she was… well… a Blood-traitor now. Narcissa had invited her, but Bella had seen the envelope and said that she wouldn't come if the Blood-traitor, the Mudblood and their Half-breed child came. And Narcissa needed her Bella with her. So the invitation was burned. Narcissa had felt guilty, but, on the other hand, she wasn't the one who married a Muggle born. In fact, she was just about to marry the purest Pure-blood ever to walk on earth.

Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius, she remembered, whilst Bella started tying her hair up, used to be the most irritating pompous asshole she knew when she was at Hogwarts. He was snobbish. He was a womanizer. He was also the other Slytherin Prefect. In fifth year, she had been, for one drunken evening, a Malfoy victim, until Slughorn had found them… But, when they got in seventh year, he had been decent, and asked her, politely, if she wanted to go out with him. At first she had said no. But after one whole month of him begging, she had said yes. And the date had gone very well. He had been very gallant. He actually stopped cursing every younger student for no reason. And they hadn't been apart since. Of course, as all couple, they had had nasty arguments, but, Narcissa knew that Lucius and herself were meant to be, for some odd reason. Maybe because Malfoy never should show their emotions, and Lucius had dropped his mask with her, forever, the day he had said :" Narcissa. I love you." He hadn't said anything afterwards. She had blushed and kept quiet. She knew that saying anything could make him uncomfortable. But, just before she left him to go to her dormitory, she had whispered in his ear :" I love you too, Lucius." Not Malfoy. Lucius. It was actually the first time she had used his name. Even after all those months dating.

And now, there she was : being forced into a corset by Bella and their mother, he hair tied up elegantly, he makeup perfectly laid on. She could hardly draw breath : Bella's foot was on her back, and she was pulling the laces. Mother wasn't strong enough to do it. It hurt to breath. Badly. If she could chose one thing more painful than a corset, it would be a "Curcio !" to the chest, not that she had ever experienced one. Although, in these blury times, she could have.

Narcissa felt Bellatrix tie the last lace of her corset. It was tighter than she had ever imagined. Why did she agree to were one of those horrible torture things ? Oh, yes. Black tradition. Her mother then came into the room with a lovely wedding dress : it was white. Yes… it seemed like an odd way to describe a wedding dress, but it was white. It was very simple, and made her look even more slim and tall.

Narcissa looked at herself one last time before her mother brought her veil down.

-My little baby girl… she said, her voice all shaky. Narcissa didn't really know if it was old age or if it was emotion. A bit of both she guessed.

-My little sis'… muttered Bellatrix, in a voice that sounded almost warm and fond.

The two women stroked Narcissa's head.

-Bella… Narcissa's voice broke a little. Was it like that when you got married ? Did you feel… nervous ?

Bella chuckled.

-Me ? Nervous ? Merlin, no ! I married Rodolphus because he is rich, a Pure-blood and a Deatheater, like me. It was the right thing to do.

Narcissa sighed. It was true. Bella did not love her husband. To be honest, she felt happy that the man she loved was Pure, because if he hadn't been, she probably would have had to marry a Pureblood, or she would have been blasted of the family tapestry. Not that she really cared after all. It was just an old tapestry.