Author's Note: The prompt was "Invisible Scars." Please review!
Invisible Scars
She was married now. Married to an incredibly handsome man, who just so happened to be an incredibly powerful and wealthy pure-blood. She had everything she had ever wanted.
And really, what did it matter if Lucius stared at other women when she was with him in public? He was married to her. It didn't matter that she hardly ever saw him during the day, he was a busy man. It didn't matter that he quickly grew impatient with her. She was immature, and needed to grow up.
Narcissa was blessed, and she knew that. At least she wasn't Bellatrix, married to a man she loathes and serving the most dangerous Dark wizard of the world. At least she wasn't Andromeda, married to a Mudblood and burnt off the tapestry, off the Black family tree.
A shiver ran down Narcissa's back at the name 'Andromeda.' She hadn't spoken to her sister since the day she had hesitantly announced to their father that she was marrying a Mudblood. Bellatrix's eyes had turned a terrifying shade of pitch black, and their father had screamed and cursed Andromeda and disowned her. Andromeda ran away, off to her Mudblood, and Narcissa never saw her again.
But that was okay. Narcissa had Bellatrix, who would never be disowned, who would always be her sister. And it didn't matter if Bellatrix was less fun to be around and more dark and scary, at least she was still Bella, still there. Narcissa took comfort in having that constant in her life. She knew that if she Apparated to Bella's flat, she would be greeted with a scowl and a snarky comment, but she would still be allowed to stay as long as she wanted. And Narcissa used that knowledge to her advantage, visiting often. She couldn't help it. She was lonely and Lucius wasn't there.
Her life looked picture-perfect, but that's because Narcissa knew how to make those scars and cracks invisible.
