Treachery
Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby, Standing In The Shadow?
Narcissa Malfoy
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Sometimes Narcissa dreamt that she was standing in a large room, surrounded by her family. Every time she knew she was dreaming, because it was simply impossible that she should see the faces of people who had been dead for many long and dreadful years. Her father would cross his arms in anger, glaring at his daughter. Her mother would stand in the shadow, her eyes empty of emotion. Bellatrix would stand furthest from Narcissa, never coming forward. Narcissa would stare at her sister in sorrow, but she knew that Bella was too angry to speak to her. They were all too angry or upset or disappointed to speak to her. Each time Narcissa knew why; the Blacks did not look kindly on traitors. And there was no doubt in her mind that she, Narcissa Black, was a traitor.
Betraying the Dark Lord for the sake of her son was the most pathetic action Narcissa could remember committing. It was worse than the time that she cried in front of Draco when Lucius was sent to Azkaban. It was worse than the time she begged Lucius to not take the Dark Mark. That was because she regretted doing all of those things. She regretted disappointing Draco, she regretted disappointing Lucius; however, Narcissa would never regret helping the enemy side. After all, she wasn't a Death Eater herself. She was a mother, a helpless, concerned mother who was at her wit's end and would be fully prepared to kill herself if her son was murdered.
But in her dreams, her family didn't care. They didn't care that because of her, countless lives were saved, that because of her, the Malfoy line was continued, that because of her, Draco was alive. All they cared about was that the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black was disgraced, forgotten, destroyed. After all, how could Narcissa be called a Black if she cared more about her family, more about the ones she loved than keeping up their good pureblood name?
Sometimes Narcissa found herself yelling at the phantoms in her dreams. She would swear at them, would swing her arms, spit at them, and forget the fact that she was a dignified witch. The rest would just stare at her blankly, not caring that they were being insulted. Why would they? It wasn't like they cared.
Other times, Narcissa would just fall to the ground in front of her parents and Bella and cry, begging their forgiveness. She would sob out her excuses, choking on her tears and wondering why they couldn't just hug her or accept her apologies, or just do something. There was nothing worse than realizing for the seventh time that week that her family would label her an outcast if they were still alive.
Strangely enough, Andromeda never appeared in her dreams. The woman had died three years ago, a year before Lucius did, but never once did Narcissa see Andy in her dreams. Maybe it was because Narcissa had stopped considering her family in her youth. Maybe it was because Andy had forgiven her long ago. Maybe it didn't mean anything, and these dreams only appeared because every night before she fell asleep, Narcissa would think of her parents, her sisters, her grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins and friends and everyone, just everyone who had died in that bloody war. Some had died of disease, some had died of ridiculous accidents, and some, the lucky and horribly unlucky ones, had died because of old age.
If one thing Narcissa was sure of, though, it was that she would die of a broken heart.
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And there's Chapter 10 of Aftermath! We're 25% done with the story!
Yes, I know I said last time I would post quickly and then kinda sorta didn't, and I have a bad excuse! I couldn't think of anything to write for that song, and then the next day, I was told to go visit my grandma for a day. I ended up coming back home a week later than I expected. And Monday, the 8th, was my birthday! Hooray!
I realize this chapter doesn't really match the song. The song is happy, this chapter is not, and the only part that matched the song was the title (I referred to Narcissa's mother standing in the shadow). I apologize for that, but this was the only thing I could think of. Whoops.
Anyway, next chapter will be based on "Sympathy For The Devil", one of my favorites! I already have it planned out, and I will try and upload it in an hour.
Thanks to keeptheotherone and DragonWand for reviewing! You guys are great!
Until next time.
Sincerely,
ItsOnMars :)