A/N: Here's the tenth chapter for you. Thanks to SugaryTears, who suggested Narcissa as a chapter idea. Go read it, and please review!
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear I am up to no good. I hereby disclaim.
Les Fleurs du Mal
Part Ten –Daffodil
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow. (A. Porchia)
It was the beginning of spring. Birds were chanting their everlasting praise of nature, trees were greening, flowers were growing. Overall, an impression of happiness lay in the air.
He didn't see any of that. Happiness and beauty were things a Death Eater didn't need. But then he saw the flowers. Daffodils. Narcissus.
Narcissa. His mother. When he thought of her, instead of the happiness he should have seen, he saw a broken woman. He saw her, eyes so sad, at the window, and he knew she'd been wishing to fly with the wind. Longing for freedom, her strength had been broken so early by the man that called himself his father.
Although Narcissa had always seemed so distant, he knew she'd loved him. Ever since his childhood, his mother had protected him from his father. When she could. She'd probably been the only one that had loved him.
Without a conscious thought, a small smile appeared on his lips. But if there had been somebody to see it, he would also have seen it didn't last longer than a second.
A/N: Three more chapters to go... it's all coming to an end soon. Please review!
Anna Scathach