Disclaimer: All rights to JK, WB. Dialogue, specifically, is from Deathly Hallows. There's no way I have enough initiative to cite it fully, so I don't own one word. Or any of the plot. Or the character. God, I wish I was JK Rowling so much sometimes. Coverart by Droakir, link on profile.
A/N 1: This one had to be 100 words and use the quote.
"I think the reward for conformity is that everyone likes you except yourself." — Rita Mae Brown
Dead
Narcissa Malfoy was almost completely broken: tired, worn out. It had taken everything from her, this unnecessary war.
It just wasn't fair.
So much had been lost to the Dark Lord. Her parents' sanity; her own youth destroyed as they forced her into muggle hating service. Andy...her sister had exhiled all of them. Her son's innocence; he was no longer her baby boy. The man she fell in love with: Lucius's mind was not with his body anymore, at least not when they were serving the Dark Lord.
And for what? A petty, unworthy cause. Narcissa sees that now.
"Dead."
A/N 2: Please let me know if you liked it, and give my other work a chance if you did!
Lara,