A/N:I know it is short. It came off the top of my head the same night I wrote my Sweeney Todd fic "Fiery Terror" Oh, and apologise in advance for any mistakes that may or may not crop up in this fic. For some reason I always miss something when I am editing it. Anyway, enjoy and reviews would be nice. Even if it is just a smiley face or "Nice work Sarah " All reviews would be appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters obviously. Does it need saying?

My Darling (Lucius POV)

My darling is crying again, and the tears that are falling are enough to make a Death Eater feel sympathetic towards her. She is sat on our bed with the crimson sheets, and is clutching that photograph of a smiling Draco. He is only a mere two years old in that image, and it seemed like only yesterday that the photo was taken. Draco's chubby cheeks, and formal suit with that tuft of blond hair is enough to state that he was a perfect little boy.

My darling, is remembering what things used to be like. When everything was normal, and we did not have that fear of saying something that could offend our lord. I thought that he was dead after all.

Glancing up, she notices me, and indicates for me to go and sit next to her.

No words can express the amount of pain which lingers in her face.

"My son." She whispers as I comfortingly lay my arm around her shoulder. "My only son.. He is being forced to do horrific things to his fellows. I cannot bear it!"

Silence whilst my wife thinks, and gathers her thoughts.

"I cannot bear it." She repeats, and her voice falters. The sobs that are echoed around the room tug on my heart strings.

"Narcissa..." I whisper. "Things will get better eventually."

"No! No! No! They will not! The Dark Lord will continue to torture Draco!" Narcissa sobs, and she grasps her long blond hair. She is hoping that this is all a dream, yet she knows it is not. This makes the tears flow faster down her cheeks, like it is never ending.

I pull Narcissa closer to me, and wrap my arms around her, pressing my lips to her forehead.

"Lucius..My pain will never end." Narcissa mutters whilst she weeps.

I cannot promise that her distress will stop, so I just sit there rubbing her back.

My heart feels as if it has been wrenched out of my chest as I see the photo of Draco with a wide smile upon his face. However, it is certain that at this present time Draco is not smiling...

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