So I decided to write this based upon the book Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. If you haven't read it, it's a fantastic story. So I got inspired to write this. I won't copy exactly every single thing that comes from that bestseller - not at all; I'm just using the concept as an idea base to launch chapter-rockets off of. I don't own either Harry Potter or Gone Girl. Please enjoy this, and more chapters will be coming soon (and will be much longer than this introduction)!
Narcissa tapped her foot on the soft carpet of the library, flipping another page of the book she was reading. Back straight and hair perfectly done, she was the picture of a sophisticated woman; the portrait of a good wife. She caught Lucius looking at her from across the room. He often did this, just pondering her beauty, her delicacy. She was perfect—she was everything that a man could want. She didn't speak unless spoken to, she bore him an heir, she liked to bake sweets, she upheld her pureblood upbringing, she prevented the bed from getting lonely. She let him lead the relationship; something he found to be very important and necessary in his house. Giving her husband a small smile, Narcissa returned to reading her book. This was how it had always been before the Dark Lord had risen and taken over their home. But all that was done now. Narcissa had cleaned everything spotless in the house. She took care of her husband after his traumatic experiences. She let her son stay hidden away in his room.
And just like that, everything was back to normal.
Not a lot of talking in the house, not too much noise. Lucius returned to reading his book as well, although he couldn't help occasionally glancing up to look at her. He didn't know why. She'd barely spoken of any of the incidents of the war. So what was she thinking? How was she feeling? Did she remember things about the war, or did she just shut them out? He didn't know. He would never know. He thought. But for now, all he could say was that she was fine—she was only looking towards the future, not the past. Her poise, her gentle smile, her willingness to return to normality hinted him to come to that conclusion. So for now, everything was fine. She seemed content, so why shouldn't he?