Chapter 2
Of fear and Loathing

Almost seventeen years ago, on a day much like today, a lonely house stood near the edge of a cliff over looking the raging sea. The sea was in an uproar against the tempest clouds which curled and pressed against the desolate sky. The wind howled as it whipped the rain in every direction battering it against the house. The ancient walls moaned with resistance against this increasing determined force, but the proud house would not back down to such a mighty foe.

The pattering rain echoed throughout the quiet house. Only the moaning walls, the pattering rain, and the soft footsteps, which seemed to disappear with the turn of each corner, could be heard throughout this otherwise empty house. It seemed as though a simple heartbeat or breath would wake this sleeping house, from its deep slumber. The air in the house felt like the mood around it: Cold, dark, and with a sense of loneliness. Both owners of the house were gone, miles away, but on different purposes. One was due to a quest for power, and one was in an act of love. Or what should have been an act of love.. . .

.ooo.

The room was pristine. With white floors, white walls and white sheets. The only color in the room was the large wooden door that easily clashed with everything. The room was brightly light from the window and the fluorescent light mounted on the high ceiling. A lone bed rested in the center of this room. In the bed was a pale woman. Her blonde hair was damp and clung to parts of her glistening face, but it was the laughter in her eyes which had brought warmth to the otherwise cold room. This laughter and love was directed at the only other being in the room: The child in her arms.

There was a knock on the large door which disturbed the pristine silence. The door creaked slowly open, from which a head peered around. He had a large round cheeks and a brown, graying mustache t which ends had been curled around into small circles. He had a bald head except for a halo of hair which too, was graying.

"Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy?" said the head.

"Yes?" Replied the blonde woman looking up from her sleeping child with a smile on her face. With the reply the body of the man appeared, which turned out to be a very short fellow. He had on deep blue roabs which looked to be almost to big for his small but stout body.

"I bring news of your husband." he said in a very casual way.

"Yes" Narcissa's attention was now raptured on the man. The man pulled a small note from the inner fold of his pocket, and began to read.

"I regret to inform you that Lucius Malfoy will be unable to make it today." Narcissa's smile began to fade away with each word he spoke. "He sends his best wishes and deepest regards to you. He also wanted me to tell you to name the child Draco, and if it's a girl, he wanted to remind you that Malfoy's have no use for girls." The man whispered a simple spell and the note began to curl in small flames until all that remained was a pile of ash.

"I will take my leave." stated the man, not taking another look at Narcissa.

"Wait. Did he. . . Did he by any chance tell you why he couldn't make it?"

"Certainly ma'am, He said that he needed to make a sudden trip to the ministry to speak with the minister."

Oh,. . . okay, thank you," and with a nod, the man left.

Narcissa knew exactly why Lucius was at the ministry, and she was less then pleased. He was bribing someone. He missed the coming of his child into the new world, for a bribe. He just made her so mad that sometimes she just wanted to fly into a fit of fury, but there was nothing she could do. He basically owned her, oh but how she hated him for it. She loathed him, but yet . . . . she feared him.

So what do you think? Thank you to everyone who reveiwed, they really help with writing my story. I actually am using one of the ideas and a turning point for the story.

TimeMage0955: im trying to make them longer and the next will be, cuz that when Draco finally comes into the big picture. these first ones are so you get whats going on and get a feel of the characters personality. Like Narcissa is kind and loving (to her son) and Lucius only wants power and will do anything to get there. thanks again for the reviews they're helping me write the story

allie00: Gryffindor DIDNT sign it. He was the one who over turned it. he stopped the law of what was happening to the muggleborns.