Chapter One- It's Nothing New
I do NOT own any of these characters, J.K Rowling does, and I am not her!
It was the same as it had been for the last three years. The now 27 year old Narcissa Malfoy's pale face was now ear-stained, swollen, and bruised as she cowered in fear of her husband, Lucius.
Whilst in Azkaban, something clicked inside of my oncce calm and caring husband. Prison had really taken a major tole on his personality; something that could be the downfall of our 10 year marriage. The man I once admired had become an abusive monster! And there is absolutely NOTHING I can do about it except take the pain he sent upon me with his abuse.
"Fuck you, you slutty broad!" Lucius spat furiously at his frightened wife, he sneered and rose his hand and smacked her face, hitting the side of her eye socket, causing a red hand print to form on the side of her face, letting Narcissa know just how infruiated and pissed off he was at her. Though he had no reason at all to be; She had done just what he asked of her. However, nothing Cissy did was perfect enough for him,and she always made sure that her duties were done perfectly to the T. Nowadays, even breathing the same air as he did sent him into a violent, and sometimes drunken rag.
A battered Narcissa lies on the floor, curled into the fetal postition, sobbing.
I get up from what I believe to be the worst beating I've had in my whole lifetime. Stumbling to the bathroom, I come across a photograph of Lucius and I in the middle of a crowd of mostly first year students in Diagon Alley, all of which are in Hogwarts, Beauxbatons Acadey of Magic, and the Durmstrange Institute for Magical Learning, but there is a crack in the frame, ironically, the crack is between Lucius and I. I sigh sadly, missing the love that was once shared between us. I lift my head, hearing dragged footsteps make theri way up the marble staircase leading up towards the master bedroom.
"Cissa?" Lucius slurs, as he lets himself into the bathroom, his breath reaking of Firewhiskey, stepping closer and closer to his beautiful, yet bruised wife, lust lingering in his bright blue eyes.
"Lucius, my love, you're drunk, you're not yourself come lay down and sleep for a while." Narcissa says soothingly, hiding the fear in her tone. "Don't tell me what to do in MY house! Must I remind you that it IS a priviledge to live here?" Lucius snarled, glaring venomously at his frightened wife.
"L-L-Luc-" Narcissa was cut off by a cold fist, punching her square in the mouth, which knocked her flat on her back, hitting the hard, white marble floor, careful not to get a single drop of her blood on the expensive floor, she covers her mouth with her warm, pale hand. Her eyes well up with tears and become glass-like.
"Get up and get yourself cleaned up." Lucius said emotionlessly. "And cover up those bruises, we've got guests coming over for Christ's sake! They'll be here any minute!" He scoffs, and with a straight face plastered on, he turns, and swiftly leaves the room and floats down the stairs.
I sigh and get to my feet, moving to the vanity dresser, reaching over and grabbing a facial tissue to wipe off the excess blood from my lip, I then move to my wardrobe and pull out a light blue dress with a royal blue drape, I slip into the dress and set the drape carefully onto the bed. Then i move back over to the vanity mirror, and pulls out my makeup set and puts on some blue eye shadow.
Super sorry for such a short chapter; this is my very first fanfic, I got motivated to do it, then wasn't inspired to work on it anymore, I need reviews, comments, concerns, ANYTHING that will help me make this story better.