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Narcissa's story
Draco continued to stare out of the window for another five minuets, not really looking, but not thinking either, just lost in a sort of trance.
A knock at his bedroom door broke him out of his trance. "Come in" he said warily. Fear clenched his heart momentarily as he was certain that his father would walk through that door.
But his fears were quickly forgotten as his mother walked trough the door.
"Mother!" he ran toward her and quickly embraced her. "When did you get back?"
"Just now" her voice was soft and warm; her blue eyes sparkled at seeing her only son. She had been visiting her sister, Adriana, who was ill with a winter flu, nothing but time and rest could cure a winter flu.
"How is she?" he asked gently.
"She's going to be fine" he beckoned her to sit down.
"Draco, I heard that you got in trouble with your father, is that true?" they both sat down on the bed, Draco looking timid.
"Umm"
"Draco?"
"I went out with Crabbe and Golye, they got drunk and kept me out after my curfew"
Narcissa groaned "Oh Draco-"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I didn't realise just how late it was"
Silence descended momentarily.
"What did he do?"
Draco hated talking about these matters.
"Mum" he pleaded.
"Draco!" her voice raised slightly, she hated what Lucius did, she was ashamed and horrified by it. What she hated most was that she couldn't stop it, Lucius would certainly beat her if she tried to stop it. The only way they could live harmoniously was to stay out of Lucius bad side, keep him happy, and Draco wouldn't do that by breaking the rules.
Living like this wasn't right, but un till they could escape; it was the only way they could live.
When Narcissa agreed to marry Lucius it was under pressure from her family, they just wanted her to marry so badly, at the time Lucius seemed like the perfect match. He had had a good up- brining, he was polite and well spoken, and his family also wanted him to marry her. So it happened, and they lived together peacefully for a few months. But there was no love.
After a time Narcissa discovered Lucius had a fowl temper, she waved it off; it was nothing she couldn't handle. But then were the nights when he would come home drunk, speaking nonsense and breaking things.
They began to argue more, Luicus would make motions that he was about to hit her, but never went through with the action, they began to spend more and more time apart
Then it happened. It was 2'am, she was tired of waiting for him, so she went to bed.
She heard the door slam, and then foot steps coming up the stairs, he burst through the bed room door.
"Lucius?"
He spoke, but it wasn't slurred, it was quite normal. "I have done it Narcissa"
She was growing nervous, but her speech did not show it "done what dear?"
Then he lifted his sleeve, revealing the dark mark. "Become a follower"
She screamed. "NO, LUCIUS NO!" she was horrified, she never thought it would come to this, she had heard of what awful people he had hung around with at Hogwarts, that they had become deatheaters, but she was always reassured that he had no intention of doing so, but here he was, with the ugly mark branded on his arm.
She ran, but before she had even got out of the door he had grabbed her round the waist and had his hand over her mouth.
"Hush, hush my wife, everything will be OK"
She was paralyzed with fear, but listened fearfully to his words.
"Now everything will be normal, nothing changes, no one but me and you and the deatheaters will have to know about this, right?"
Fear controlled her, she nodded slowly.
"Good, you will be protected, I promise, no one will hurt you, as long as you keep quite, will you?"
She nodded again.
"Good, everything will be normal; no one will get hurt, as long as you keep quite"
There was a warning in his voice.
He let her go, and slowly walked out of the room. "Goodnight"
She knew he would be back up later to sleep.
She sat heavily on the bed and wept, her head in her hands. She was scared, but, she was not weak, nor was she stupid.
She knew exactly what she must do, keep quite and act as if everything was normal.
That threat hung over her every dayand she never forgot her orders, it was her strength that kept her from forgetting it.
Then a son was born, an heir. So perfect, defiantly Lucius's son but with a bit of Narcissa in him as well.
They named him Draco, after the strength of the dragon.
Lucius had always said that he was to become a deatheater, but she did not worry, for she never believed it would happen, she would not let it happen, she believed that they would have escaped before that would have to happen.
Lucius used force to make Draco obey him, for Lucius liked to posses power and making people abide by him made him feel powerful.
Luicus wanted a perfect heir, a perfect deatheater, a perfect pureblood son. He would not let Draco slip.
And that was how the abuse began, and Lucius always threatened Narcissa that if she stopped him, he would beat her.
"Draco!" she persisted.
"It was just a slap, nothing bad!" he never told her the complete truth if she wasn't around to witness it, he didn't want her to worry.
She sighed, "OK" but she knew there was more then that.
She got up and walked to the window, gazing outside onto the snowy grounds.
"How would you like to go for a walk, it will take our minds of things?"
He hesitated, he loved spending time with his mother, and he really wanted to be out in the snow, but he was sure his father would not allow him.
"I cant, father won't allow me"
She smiled, "your fathers out at the moment, I'm sure for the rest of the day, so what do you say?"
He grinned, perfect! "Yes, of course!"
And in a second he was dressed in a warm black coat, black genes, green scarf and expensive looking black boots.
HUGE thanks to:
LadyLilyMalfoy, ShadieLadie and ChibiHime
