CHAPTER 3—Bride's Feelings
Narcissa looked in the mirror in her room. She looked beautiful, she supposed, but all she knew was that she was alone. Andromeda had been her closest sister, but she went off and married a muggleborn and got herself scorched off the family tree. And Sirius, her closest confidant and ally, ran away and got himself disowned. So no one cared anymore. No one cared about her.
No one cared that she was now betrothed, and she hated her husband. Most people didn't know. After all, who would bother to ask? She looked happy. Little did they know she knew she had to act that way. Appearances, after all.
Bella went and got married to Rodolphus Lestrange, and kept going about some 'Dark Lord' and how she had to get Narcissa to meet him after she got married. Narcissa was worried, to say the least. The prefix 'Dark' to Lord was rather disturbing, to say the least.
Anyway, Narcissa was sad. Today was her wedding day, as well as Sirius's birthday. She didn't keep track of the years anymore. She simply kept track of the months that flew past her and crawled by at the same time. She wouldn't be able to tell anyone how old she was if they asked.
Today was her wedding. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to have Andromeda and Sirius here with her. Her family, her real family. To everyone but them, she was simply something to be owned, possessed, told what to do. She didn't have the backbone that they possessed. She simply didn't. She wanted someone who would tell her what to do so that she knew. She didn't like not knowing what to do. She just wished that that person would have her best interests at heart. Her mother didn't, and her father was long dead. Her soon-to-be husband wouldn't, and she knew her sister, Bella, didn't.
It was her wedding day, and, oh, how she longed for Andromeda to be her Maid of Honor, and for Sirius to simply be here. She missed them both so much.
Her wedding. They were probably off someplace together right now, talking about it. With Andromeda's husband and their child. They were probably talking about how happy she was, and how glad they were that they'd gotten out. They probably didn't like her anymore. She hadn't had the guts to run with them and leave Regulus and Bellatrix the heirs of the family, to try and make something of herself on her own, without her family's help.
But today was her wedding, and she hadn't spoken to either one of them for forever. Did they even remember her? God, she wished she could talk to them before she got married. Her last ties to them were her name and her blood, and she knew she would lose one today. Today, also, she realized, that she would, eventually, lose her blood. She would die somehow, and Andromeda and Sirius would have no more ties to their weak sister and cousin, respectively. It was better this way. Really.
Today was her wedding. She had to marry that awful man, that horrid man, the man who'd pursued her sister, Bella, and then when Bella had wed Rodolphus, promptly turned his attentions to her. She was sickened. He thought of her as some trophy, some possession, some tie to the 'Most Noble and Ancient House of Black', nothing more. He didn't want her. She could be ugly and emancipated with some horrible disease and he wouldn't care. She would tie him to the Blacks. As long as she could give him and heir and a tie, he would be happy. But, oh, how she wished today was not her wedding day.
