Here is a story! It's about Narcissa Malfoy! I don't own her, or the characters! Although I would love to :(
No one ever looked at her. From childhood to adulthood, she was hardly ever recognized as someone as herself.
They looked at Bellatrix, the fierce, 'Don't-Mess-With-Me" child, or Andromeda, the sweet and unique one. They looked at Sirius, the rebelious womanizier. They looked at Regules, the innocent little boy who was the right heir of the Blacks.
No one looked at her.
She wanted to be different. She wanted to be not just, Narcissa Black Malfoy, a normal old pureblood. Maybe she didn't want to be as outgoing as Sirius, being a Gryffindor, or as evil as Bellatrix, who celebrated her 17th birthday by hexing muggles. She didn't want to be as sweet and kind as Andromeda, caring for everyone, even Bellatrix.
She wanted to be a totally knew catagory, different from them. She wanted to be able to strut up proudly to her mother and tell her that she didn't want to marry a pureblood, like Sirius did to his.
But she couldn't. She wasn't brave. She wasn't as brave as they could be.
She longed for the life Sirius had, having friends, having a family, having people that cared, having that sense of, "Yeah, I'm different- you got a problem with that?"
But no one looked at her.
No one cared about Narcissa's problems when they could care about Sirius's rebelious attitude, Andromeda's naive nature, or Bellatrix's darkness. Who would look at her.
Narcissa's mother barely made conversations to her. The only ones that she could remember were before her sorting, telling her to live up to the Black name, and when she was 17, and her mother had casually told her, that she was getting married to Lucius Malfoy.
Yes, Narcissa knew him, very well in fact.
She was his fellow prefect, and headgirl.
How she hated him. His arrogance and evilness.
She wanted to marry the Ravenclaw, Gregory Smith, and they had even began dating in secret. And then she had to get married to Lucius Malfoy. She could have easily told her mother, "No, I want to marry someone else," as Andromeda had done, but she couldn't.
She wasn't that brave.
She wanted to have several children. Twins, boys and girls, she wanted children. But of course, that was immpossible for her.
"No Cissy dear, we can only have one Malfoy heir," Lucius had told her simply.
That night, she wept. Not just about that, but for everything. Her older sister was in prison along with her cousin, and Andromeda was happily living with her Auror daughter, and her husband that she loved.
Why couldn't she be brave? Why did she have to be her? Why couldn't she have something that made her different?
Was it because no one ever looked at her, when they could look at her amazing family?
He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails peirced him. Then it was withdrawn. She sat up.
"He is dead!" Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.