Chapter Four: The Parents

It had been a week since either of us had returned home, but no one bothered us. Rab, he was perfect for me, and I knew I had made the right choice. Our days consisted of walking in the meadow, spending countless hours reading, cuddling, making love to one another. I would grow to miss that old house, Rab and I shared many fond memories there.

I knew eventually we'd have to tell our families, but for some reason I was afraid too. I knew Father would be mad, but that's only because I wasn't his favorite. Mother, on the other hand, I hoped would see that I was happy and calm father down. I was Mother's favorite, and everyone knew it, even Bella had noticed over the years. But, I was wrong; dead wrong.

They had a complete melt down, every last one of them. When I told them, Father began bellowing, Mother gave me a glare that sent chills down my spine.

"HOW COULD YOU NARCISSA?! THERE IS NO GAIN FOR US IN THIS MARRIAGE!"

"I knew that Lestrange boy was no good for you… Now he's got you running off and getting married!"

I wanted to scream at them, tell them I was happy and that's all that mattered, was my happiness. But to them, my marriage to Rab brought no fortune, no gain to the Black Family; it was pointless, worthless. I couldn't hold my temper much longer, this was when I was most like Bella and my father: I had a temper that rivaled the best of them.

"WOULD YOU BOTH JUST LISTEN TO ME?" I screamed.

They both looked at me with pure horror on their faces. It was alright for them to degrade and yell at me, but when I did it to them? The whole world was going to end! I felt the anger boiling inside of me, feeling it coursing through my veins.

"I have done nothing wrong! WE have done nothing wrong! I love Rabastan, and he loves me! I don't care that our marriage brings no monetary gain, I DON'T CARE! He loves me, I love him, THAT is what matters!"

I had that look on my face, one that spoke of pure anger, towards them, my own parents for acting in this manner. I felt something trickling between my fingers, only to look down and see that my nails had dug into my palms from them being balled in a fist so tightly. I heard my father sigh, and put his head in his hands. I knew he had given up, that I had won this battle and he knew it.

"If that is what you want my Cissa, then it shall happen."

The Lestranges' were no different. Brook, the matriarch of the family was fuming when Rab and I told her and Evan of the news of our elopement. Rab was Brook's favorite child, he could do no wrong! No, this of course would be blamed on me.

"That evil conniving witch has corrupted our son, Evan! She doesn't love him, just his name! We cannot and will not condone this!"

Brook's voice had reached an entirely new level of high pitch. Rab and I cringed at the sound, our ears ringing upon the impact of her voice. Evan stood there, his face hard with contempt at our news. He was a stern man, his hands full of power, strength. I cleared my throat softly, shifting my weight but not losing my perfect posture. He was pure intimidation, and we all knew it.

Evan pursed his lips lightly, Brook still screeching about how I was a "home wrecker" and nothing but "an evil wench that was taking her baby from her." I looked to Rab, to see the contempt in his eyes over his mother's words. I knew how much he loved his mother, she was his everything. But, I knew he loved me, and wouldn't leave me. Finally, Evan spoke, calm, but a hint of malice in his voice,

"Rabastan, you should have known better than to run off and marrying this girl. You should have waited for your mother and I to have picked a suitor for you for a proper, Pure Blood marriage."

His tone made me uneasy; it was as if he was implying I wasn't good enough to be his daughter-in-law, not worthy to be family. I felt Rab tense, his magic and anger radiate off his body, but unlike myself, he kept his temper in check.

"Father, if I dare say, those efforts would be futile. I love Narcissa, more than anything in this world. She is my light, and my life. No one can compare to her."

I saw the look on Brook's face drop, as if she had been hit with the Cruciatus curse a million times over. Evan stiffened slightly, his facing hardening even more as if it was possible. I could tell he was becoming angry, but it wasn't for the reasons I was thinking.

"What about the Dark Lord? Do you think he will be pleased with this arrangement? Are you really going to drag Narcissa into that life style, subject her to those horrors?"

His tone was brash, and I could tell he was truly sincere in his question to Rabastan. But were his intentions true, or was he doing this to play at Rab's emotions?

"Father, I want nothing to do with the Dark Lord. You wanted me into the Dark Lord's inner circle, but I want a family, a life with Narcissa, not the Dark Lord."

I was stunned, Brook speechless. Rabastan rarely talked back to his father, or his mother. I was frightened for him, knowing that Evan could be a heartless, cruel man when needed.

With a quick, curt nod, Evan dismissed us, barely accepting the fact that Rabastan and I were married.

After telling both sets of parents, Rabastan and I travelled to Bella and Rod's manor to tell them of our wonderful news. But our excitement was short lived: My mother had owled Bellatrix after we had told them, soon after we left. I could tell she was angry, her brows were furrowed and her eyes aflame. I cleared my throat and walked in, holding Rab's hand tightly. I felt Rod's cold grey eyes staring at us, knowing he was unhappy as well.

"What… were… YOU TWO THINKING?! ARE YOU TRYING TO GET BLOODY WELL DISOWNED?! MOTHER AND FATHER ARE FURIOUS! YOU COULD HAVE BLOODY WELL RUINED THE FAMILY WITH THIS!"

Bella's tone was harsh, angry, even murderous. I knew that she was thinking about after the recent scandal with Andromeda, and that the Dark Lord would not take kindly to this.

All I could do is bow my head. I knew what Rab and I did was a bit irrational, and quite sudden, but I couldn't imagine living my life without him. I looked to her, gripping Rab's hand as I spoke,

"Bella… You love Rodolphus, and Father let you marry him. Yes, there is no monetary gain from my marriage with Rab, but I don't care because I love him. I don't care about the Dark Lord… We want to have a life of our own…"

I know my efforts were futile, but I had hoped my sister would see my reason.