Narcissa (Black) Malfoy



When Narcissa was younger, she and her sister Bellatrix did not get along. The two would get into numerous fights and it would take Andromeda to break them up and have them apologize. Even so, it wouldn't be long before another fight broke out as the two just couldn't get along for more than a few minutes time.

Years later, as the two sisters make their way to Spinner's end, bickering all the while, Narcissa realizes how little has changed in their relationship...

...except there's no Andromeda to break them up anymore.


Narcissa had always loved the winter. Aside from all of the beautiful snow, her birthday was in the winter and as much as it may sound vain to admit it, she adored having a day where others would have to tend to her.


Narcissa had never really hated Muggles when she was younger. Or Muggleborns for that matter. The way she saw it, as long as she did not have to associate with them, there was no reason for her to have to wish them dead.

It wasn't until she saw her father actually break down crying and her Aunt Walburga blast Andromeda's name off of the family tree that she began to feel the first stirrings of hatred towards Muggles in her heart.


Narcissa had never been close with either of her parents. Her father had preferred Andromeda and her mother had preferred Bellatrix. She was just the third child, the one who wasn't magically powerful like Bellatrix or intelligent with a knack for just about anything she attempted like Andromeda. No, she was just Narcissa, the one with the vain name and the even vainer complex. Smart though she may be, her pale features had been the only real thing that truly made her special.

Years later, after Andromeda has long since been an outcast to the family and Bellatrix is rotting away in Azkaban, she cannot help but smile when thinking back to this.

Least favorite daughter indeed....


Narcissa doesn't smile when visiting Bellatrix. As she heads down the halls of Azkaban, a Ministry official on her left and a Dementer gliding behind them, she feels like she is slipping into hell itself. Except hell, she imagines, would be far warmer than this...

Her sister's insane smile's and unshakable faith in her Lord do nothing but chill her further.

Never would she become a Death Eater. Merlin himself couldn't get her to trade her freedom for the life her sister now had to endure. She still didn't even realize how bad she had it in there, did she? Nor how hopeless her situation was...


Narcissa had always wanted to have a son instead of a daughter. Though she liked the idea of having a girl to dress up in her image, she couldn't help but feel that a daughter would remind her too much of her sisters.

She was very pleased when Draco turned out to be a boy.


Narcissa always found it amusing how Lucius would fawn over her when they were younger. He presented her with gifts and lavished her with affection almost daily during their earlier years of marriage. Even in their later years, she still got whatever she wanted. Ever the prideful one, Lucius allowed no one to tell him what to do so besides her. He tried to pretend that he had control of the house when in reality, it was always her. He simply loved her too much to not bow to her will.

He did eventually allow one other person to control him as well, but we wont talk about that...


Narcissa had never loved Sirius all that much but she couldn't help but feel a bit horrified by his death. Whether it was because he was family or the fact that she was indirectly responsible she did not know.

She did know however, that if Bellatrix didn't stop dancing around in her guest room, laughing at his death, she was going to strangle her.

But she didn't know whether that was out of grief over Sirius or her own frustration at Lucius being locked up in Azkaban.

She just didn't know...


Narcissa had never given much thought to the Death Eater meetings. Since she wasn't an official member, it didn't affect her. As long as Lucius covered his tracks everything should be fine.

It wasn't until after Draco had officially become a Death Eater that she realized just how horrible those meetings could be.


Narcissa had never regretted helping Harry Potter fake his death. As far as she was concerned, the Dark Lord had long outlived his right to tell her family what to do.


Narcissa couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit elated that Bellatrix is dead, even if that makes her a bit heartless.


Lucius may insist otherwise but Narcissa had to make amends. Even if her attempts are refused and the door is shut in her face, she has to at least try.

After all, even if she did dislike Bellatrix, she had always loved Andromeda, if only a little bit...

...okay maybe more than a little bit, but lets not over-dramatize.


Narcissa was always very fond of her daughter in-law. Astoria was pretty, polite and had a good head on her shoulders, something that her son had always lacked.

He at the very least had good taste in women.

So did her grandson for that matter...not that she'd ever admit it though.