Title: On Your own

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairings: Narcissa/Lucius

Warnings: Maybe some swearing and smut later on.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK Rowling best author of all times does. I own things that you don't recognize. Including the peacocks.

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Lucius awoke with a jolt at the sound of screaming. He suddenly realized that the screaming was his own and he scrambled back into the corner of his cell. The wind whistled in his ears and his long blond dirty hair was being attacked by the wind and he huddled against the wall, trying to shelter himself.

He could hear other screams from other prisoners. Of course, Lucius wasn't as insane as them.

Not yet anyway.

Everyone here was in their own personal hell. Everyone here was suffering badly.

Perhaps the light side was just as dark as the dark side.

He began a gentle rocking, back and forth and he looked at the ground, avoiding looking at the doors incase they came in again.

He couldn't say their names. Nobody could. Not anymore.

They were unmentionable here. Unspeakable. Yet, he sees them 24 hours, every single bloody day. They await outside your cell, slowly draining every single happy thought that you've ever had.

He gave a violent shudder and rocked backwards and forth a bit quicker. He only had a couple of thoughts that kept him sane. Kept him from going mad like the other prisoners here.

His beautiful, faithful wife and son kept him sane. He knew he had a reason to live for. A reason to die for. A reason to protect.

It was his family.

But would Narcissa or Draco ever look at him again? Would they think of him as a monster?

Not that he already was.

Oh,he knew he was a monster all right. He knew the minute he joined the ranks.

He closed his eyes and laid his head against his arms as he wrapped them around his knee's.

How could of he been so foolish to join the Dark Lord? Why did he have to end up here? Here in this hellhole?

He looked down at his fingers. They needed cutting. His fingernails have become dirty,long and hard and his hands were unwashed.

Unclean.

They only got a shower twice a week.

How could Bellatrix survived this place for fourteen years? How did Rodolphus managed it?

He was no Gryffindor. But he was going to survive this place.

He had a wife and son at home that needed him. People that cared for him.

No one else but them.

He closed his eyes and he shuddered gently at the cold.

He heard soft laughter and he turned to find Narcissa laughing, her head thrown back and her blond hair down in curls. Her laugh was one of the most beautiful sounds Lucius has ever heard. He wished for it to play on forever. He could never get tired of her laugh. It helped him feel relax and be himself.

Gods, what had he done to deserve such a beautiful woman?

"Lucius? A penny for your thoughts?" Narcissa said and she took his hand and rubbed his hand gently.

Unconsciously, Lucius went to hold his other hand, as though in hope Narcissa was there. Holding that very same hand.

Lucius gave a wry smile. "I was thinking of what a beautiful young woman you are my dear," He kissed her wrist. She blushed and smiled.

"Thank you. About the nicest thing anybody ever said to me this year," She whispered softly.

Lucius looked down at his robes. Could he finally pick up the courage to ask her out?

"Thank you for taking me out tonight Lucius. I have enjoyed myself very much,"

Lucius grinned. "My pleasure. Narcissa Black, will you be the honour of being my girlfriend?" He asked.

There was a pause and Lucius felt his heart drop.

She didn't want to be his girlfriend. He has asked to soon.

Suddenly, before anymore thoughts came to him, she kissed him fully on the lips and Lucius was taken aback but he enjoyed it nonetheless. Their lips matched perfectly, as though like a jigsaw piece. They pulled apart, gasping for air and Narcissa looked into his cold grey eyes.

"Yes," She said softly. "I will have the honour of becoming your girlfriend,"

The doors opened with a loud jolt and Lucius woke up to the usual sounds of screaming.

In the door way was the unspeakable creatures. He hid his face away from them as they came closer, and closer and closer...

He could swear he could hear Narcissa's laugh faintly in the distance.