Dreams
Narcissa Malfoy had dreams. She dreamed she would make her parents proud. She dreamed she would be happy. She dreamed she would find true love. She dreamed she would have beautiful babies. She dreamed she would always be safe in her home. And she dreamed she would find her true love.
Narcissa Malfoy never stopped dreaming. When she was engaged to Lucious Malfoy by the work of her parents, she never stopped dreaming. When she was alone at night, wondering where her husband was on a Saturday night, she never stopped dreaming. When she was bloated and fat carrying the Malfoy heir, she never stopped dreaming. When the darkest wizard in her time invaded her home and stole her family, she never stopped dreaming.
Narcissa Malfoy dreamt for her son. When she was an angry, abused, neglected, pregnant women, she dreamt for her son. When she sent him off on the Hogwarts express when he was eleven years old, she dreamt for her son. When he was scared with the Dark Lord's brand, she dreamt for her son. When he was left broken grieving his friend's death, she dreamt for her son.
Narcissa Malfoy had always believed in dreaming. When she sat in the front row of the little church and cried for her son and his new redheaded wife, she knew that dreams really did come true.