AN: Incredibly sorry for the late update, have been caught up in a few things - Here's a chapter some of you might enjoy! The Story so far retold with Narcissa's emotions taken into consideration - still in 3rd person though. There will be a few of these every now and then, I have decided to lengthen the story by 7+ chapters. Please Read and Review! :) Love You Guys xx


Narcissa

Narcissa and Lucius trekked down the lofty hill in search of the portkey.

When she registered the fact that she was in four inch heels, wearing a dress that she could effortlessly trip in and walking down a hill where pebbles were present far and wide she grabbed Lucius for comfort.

Although a scarf was wrapped tightly around the lower half of his face she could scrutinize his hidden grin. Smiling to herself she looked behind to observe Rodolphus and two others she didn't know the names of following them.

"Cissy, you don't have to do this you know?" Lucius whispered lowly enough so as to not be heard by the others.

"What if I want to?" Narcissa retorted, met with a sad chuckle from Lucius

"It's dangerous."

"So?"

"I'm just saying, if anything happened to you, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself and nor would Bellatrix."

"Nothing's going to happen." Narcissa adamantly objected his statement making him go quiet. She secretly beseeched that he would drop the matter letting silence dawdle upon them.

It wasn't long before Lucius spotted the beaten object which laid close to them stem of what looked like a narcissus. Narcissa gazed at it while Lucius shifted his attention away from it in attempt to summon the three of them who had wandered in different directions in search of the portkey.

Upon their arrival, Lucius firmly took hold of Narcissa's hand.

"Ready?" he asked the four of them, who nodded in accordance. "Alright. On my count."

"3"

"2"

"1"

They picked up the ragged old hat in unison and shut their eyes the feeling that overcame them after that was practically indescribable, bordering the feeling one gets when they apparate, Narcissa could only pray for it to go as swiftly as possible.

Before long the five of them were laying in a heap on a cold hard floor, groaning they got up and scanned their ambience. The Roof was high above them; every wall covered with black tiles barring the humongous wooden door which was the only thing in site.

They were fairly sure this was where the Dark Lord presided, peering at each other with bewilderment they shrugged and walked towards the door.

Just as Lucius was about to jerk the door open he came to a stop upon being interrupted by a bodiless voice.

"Password." The feminine sounding voice demanded of them.

"E-Emerald" Lucius responded, stuttering, his hand still grasped the bronze handle.

Narcissa was reminded of the Slytherin dungeons; bittersweet memories ran through her mind as a wistful smile played on her lips.

A split second later he felt it loosen, holding his free hand out for Narcissa to hold, he hastily pushed the door open, making the loudest of sounds.

Mist encompassed them accompanied with a smell which to a degree had a vibe similar to that of incense sticks.

Intervening her fingers with Lucius', thoughtlessly following him, she had no time to register who or what surrounded them. Swiftly unwrapping the scarf he had he nimbly stuffed it into the moderately big pocket stitched into his cloak, half of it dangling out.

On coming to a stop, Lucius let go of Narcissa leaving her to get a load of their surroundings. It was only then had she spotted the Dark Lord who sat atop of a leather chair positioned well above them. Upon making this sudden discovery concerning the Dark Lord's presence she straightened herself up and stood austere. She observed the Dark Lord's engrossment in reading something written on a piece of parchment.

Craning her neck to look at her left she caught sight of Lucius talking extensively to Crouch, arching her head to the right she laid eyes on Bellatrix who seemed to be looking back at her. Her sister raised eyes at her before turning back to look in front.

Narcissa was unsure what that was supposed to mean, but nevertheless continued to study her sister. Bellatrix was in her usual attire; big black boots, black leather pants and an oversized black jacket.

God alone knows where she finds this kind of stuff. Narcissa pondered to herself.

Taking eyes off her sister she looked down and examined the floor, only to be interrupted by the Dark Lord who demanded silence. He went on to talk about a plan that would involve only the best of his Death Eaters, something to do with how important it is for the wizarding world to be predominantly filled with pure-bloods.

Narcissa took in little or nothing of what he was saying into consideration, it didn't matter either way she wasn't going to be heavily involved in it now, was she? It was only when he mentioned children did her sense of hearing spring back up.

She was thrown off balance over the fact that someone would even think of harming poor innocent children, no one in the room said a word, everyone being at loss of them. After what seemed like hours of silence, the Dark Lord finally spoke and people nodded along to whatever he said.

He continued explaining this plan of theirs to which Narcissa paid no heed to in the fear of coming across a sensitive detail which would leave her bewildered at the thought of such brutality.

But alas, there was yet another subject that required her attention. The Dark Lord had proposed to use their house as the venue for an occasion such as this. Lucius looked terrorized whereas Narcissa stood inexpressive. Consequent to Lucius' reply; which not only acknowledged the Dark Lord's statement but furthermore permitted the Dark Lord to use their premises to pursue such a quest. Narcissa politely nodded along.

As the Dark Lord continued to analyse their plan of action. Narcissa nudged Lucius animatedly making him whimper in pain.

Lucius, now not showing any concern to what the Dark Lord was formulating, turned towards an angry Narcissa.

"What in the name of Merlin-" she hissed at him

"I'm sorry but we have to come to terms with whatever he wishes to do." A slightly taken aback Lucius responded in a low voice which lay under the shadows of the Dark Lord's.

"But what if-"

"Nymphadora Tonks." The Dark Lord said before Narcissa could finish.

Not knowing why The Dark Lord had taken her nieces name, she stood baffled in the midst of her sentence. Lucius showed clear signs of confusion on his face which was agreeable owing to the fact that he didn't know a great deal about Narcissa's second sister.

Half-Blood, Children, Abolishment.

Pulling the pieces together Narcissa was able to comprehend the seriousness of the issue, she looked around in shock only to see Bellatrix slowly dragging herself towards her.

The Dark Lord continued to leaf through names, barely within Narcissa's earshot, whose auditory range seemed to be in the shadow of her agony like state. Before she could collect her thoughts she sensed Bellatrix's presence.

"No. No. No. Never would I ever let THAT happen." She hurriedly whispered into Narcissa's ear, who displayed no emotion whatsoever.

She felt her sister take hold of her hand, giving her a soft squeeze. Taking time to assemble her concerns, assessments and theories.

Feeling Bellatrix's anxiousness radiate, Narcissa forced herself to acknowledge what her sister had put forward. Softly yet sturdily she squeezed back, and only when she did, did she realize how much faith she had in her sister.

For no apparent reason she felt an emotion of some sorts take over her, not being able to pin it down as something specific, her eyes pooled up with tears. Gulping she pulled herself together as best as she could.

She looked over at Bellatrix who looked to be trembling, which surprised her to some degree; before she could provide any source of comfort to her sister they were interrupted by a silky yet intimidating voice definitely directed at them, or at Bellatrix rather.

Narcissa felt her sister harshly push her away making her come in contact with Lucius. She felt her heart beat quicken when the Dark Lord started to make his way through the crowd towards Bellatrix.

She watched as the Dark Lord proceeded to maltreat Bellatrix, her eyes widened and she grabbed her wand; this action of hers didn't go unnoticed by Lucius who grabbed her hand before she could take any action.

"I don't give a rat's ass whether he's the Dark Lord or not, Lucius." She bitterly spat out at him in a whisper.

"Don't." He adamantly warned her; Narcissa could tell he wasn't doing this solely to protect her under any circumstances, he knew it would put all their lives at risks if she decided to pull something as short-sighted as this out of spite.

Acrimony, Rage, Outrage, Exasperation, Fury – she could go on forever, anger encompassed her like never before as she watched what she would describe as horseshit play out in front of her.

Being captivated in mentally listing out her emotions, Narcissa hadn't realized that Rodolphus had interfered in the matter, throwing the blame upon himself, she'd never been more thankful.

Seeing the Dark Lord let go of Bellatrix, in attempt to question Rodolphus, she started to walk towards a fallen and mute Bellatrix, acting out of spite recurrently.

Lucius had to hold her back yet again,the process becoming somewhat of a ritual between the two.

She have him a cold, hard and disapproving stare, before turning back around to keep an eye on the happenings of the situation they were in.

But she damn well knew he was right.


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