I made this literally five minutes ago.

Summary: Narcissa is sure that something isn't right.

Rating: low M

Words: 1308

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She hummed lightly as she walked slowly through the dark house. A small smile played on her beautiful lips as she made her way down the long hallway and past the living room. It was a magnificent house but of course she would know because she decorated it. It was her house; she lived there with her husband.

Narcissa made a left, opening a door that had a small light under it. A frown played along her lips as she viewed the half done library, books lining half of the shelves though the open boxes protested to the room being complete. That was odd… she never wanted a library and she certainly didn't recognize these titles. She knew her husband didn't read these either. She shrugged it off and turned off the small light.

She was so happy this evening. It was her and Lucius' first anniversary. She hadn't seen him all day but that was okay because she knew that Lucius would never forget their wedding day. It was such a magical day with rows upon rows of their family members, each silently supporting the other.

Narcissa turned into the den and smiled softly at the crackling fire that warmed the room immediately. She glided gracefully to the beautiful mantle where photos decorated between the candle holders. She picked up the first one.

Ah, the first picture held a lovely photo of her Lucius. He sat beneath a tree, the golden leaves falling around him. Next to him was another lad, this one with black hair. Narcissa tilted her head with another frown because she didn't recognize this boy. His head lay on Lucius' shoulder comfortably as if he belonged and a small grin was playing along his thin lips.

Blood. "Oh God, Narcissa, what have you done!?"

Narcissa smiled in a confused fashion and shook her head softly to rid the images from her mind. She replaced the photo and went to the next one. This one, too, had the black haired lad only this time he was laughing. Color swept his pallid cheeks and his eyes—

Eyes as bottomless as abysses stared lifelessly from below the red tinted water.

She was getting scared now. Who was this boy and why did she feel as though something was wrong!? Narcissa slammed the photo back on the mantle and quickly gazed over the photos. None of them held her. Not one! There sat a wedding photo but it wasn't her and Lucius. It was the damned black haired lad, both of them in pressed suits and looking proud with their family on both sides.

What kind of sick joke was this? Lucius knows that she hates surprises so why was he punishing her like this? Had she done something wrong or… or was it this black haired boy's fault?

"Narcissa—you crazy bitch! Oh Severus, Severus… please don't be dead. Please, please breathe. Breathe Sev!"

Narcissa ran from the den, shutting the door harder than she thought she had the strength to do. The paintings along the wall rattled and it was the first time that Narcissa had even noticed them. She glared at them, confused by the pictures. She didn't like this kind of art and neither did Lucius. She knew what her Lucius liked and this certainly wasn't it. She would be having a talk with the delivery people tomorrow but for now, she had to get the kitchens because it was their anniversary. It was a time of happiness.

"You… you killed him. You killed him. Why? Why would you do this? I told you that I love him—I'm gay Narcissa. Severus is my husband and you… you… oh God, Severus…"

Narcissa resisted the urge to place her hands over her ears to ward away the voice. It sounded so much like Lucius and he was crying. He was weeping in her mind, holding onto a wet and naked man with black hair as if he were his lifeline.

She shook her head wildly because that was just ridiculous to think, Lucius was in the kitchen, waiting for her. He had messaged her to come home for her surprise. She had been so surprise to see the black haired man in the library… wait what library? They didn't have a library.

Narcissa rushed to the kitchen, running as fast as her stilettos allowed her to run. She burst through the door barring her from the kitchen but it was empty. There was no light and no living souls. Tears began to brim at the bottom of Narcissa's eyes because now she was frightened and confused. She fell to her knees and brought her hands to her head, pulling at her beautiful yellow hair.

"Who are you?!"

"You home wrecking bitch, what are you doing in my tub!?"

Knife. Stab, yell, stab, scream, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab blood so much blood. Red tinted water swirling around the pale man as he sunk under. His wide, onyx eyes stared up at her and she panted with the effort that it had taken. The blade fell to the ground with a loud clatter.

"Oh God, Narcissa, what have you done!?"

Then the door burst open and she saw him. It was her love, her Lucius. She opened her arms for him with a smile of relief but he rushed beyond her. He ran to the tub and pulled the black haired slut from the depth of his watery grave. It was easy to carry the thin sack of bones from the tub. He was muttering under his breath as he viewed the mutilated, bloodied body.

"Narcissa—you crazy bitch! Oh Severus, Severus… please don't be dead. Please, please breathe. Breathe Sev!" Narcissa was confused. Why was Lucius going for that slut? He should be holding her, she had been so scared. She reached out and touched her love but he whirled on her, his eyes furious and sad.

"You… you killed him. You killed him. Why? Why would you do this? I told you that I love him—I'm gay Narcissa. Severus is my husband and you… you… oh God, Severus…" he crumbled at the bottom of the bed, his head pressed against the thin, soaking hand of the dead whore. Narcissa frowned and went back to the bathroom. She picked up the blade and strode back to Lucius.

He was hers. She loved him. He loved her. She was perfect for him. She would do anything for him. He deserved her.

"Narcissa, what are you doing?"

Narcissa's head snapped up and she saw him. Lucius was standing above her, his cold hand pressed onto her shoulder. A warm smile splayed across his lips as she helped her to her feet. She immediately hugged him, pulling him closer than necessary.

"Oh Lucius, I had the most horrible dream," she sobbed, walking along as he positioned her in a chair. They were sitting at the table. Narcissa looked around and gasped at the beautiful spread. Two candles burned in the middle of the table and roses covered the cloth. It was magnificent.

"It's beautiful—," she turned to compliment Lucius but he wasn't there. Narcissa tilted her head and looked around the table and she saw him. He sat to her right, leaned back against his chair, his beautiful head lolled just in her direction. His blank gray eyes gazed blankly at her. She smiled softly and reached to push his blond locks back.

"Oh honey," she whispered worriedly as several strands came off in her hand. Lucius remained silent and she hoped that she hadn't insulted him. Narcissa would love him no matter what, even if his skin was looking rather yellow and a smell was starting to emit from his thinning body.

She smiled brightly and bit into her chicken. This anniversary was perfect.

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The End

Sometimes we simply… we must simply tolerate bat-shit crazy people. This is one of those times.