Something Missing
Narcissa
As I sit here in Draco's room, I watch him sleep. Healer Helen fixed his head wound. It is still a bit open, and bleeding slightly. But I'm sure we got to him in time.
Draco looks very at peace while he's sleeping. As if he had no problems at all. But that peace is a strong barrier hiding problems so deep they reach his very soul.
I know that Draco knows his father takes up more importance with the Dark Lord than to him. Though I don't know how Draco reacts to that knowledge. I know it hurts him so. Until now, even when Voldemort had already fallen, disappeared... died, Lucius still remains faithful, refusing to move on.
Or so it seems. I know Lucius' real intentions: he plans to become the next Dark Lord, the new Voldemort.
This thought frightens me. Voldemort would always kill anyone useless to him, who knew his secrets. What would he do to Draco? I don't even know the extent of his power.
I am not afraid for my own life, but for Draco's. I have lived my life fully, one thing Draco has not done.
Call it motherly love... I will try to protect Draco as much as I can, but I will also try to make his father see that he is slowly destroying our son. Destroying his faith, his life...
When Lucius said that Draco was weak, he was wrong. Draco is the strongest person I know. He has fought against his father's abusive actions and words, keeping his feelings and emotions at bay.
Lucius is the weakling. He is too weak and stubborn to see the truth, refuses to see that the Dark Lord is gone. Lucius believes that the Dark Lord resides in himself. That thought scares me that most.