Fallen

Gryffindor

"Morsmodre." Her hand quivered lightly, as she closed her eyes and allowed the spell to become substantial. It was there now, in the sky, but she quickly turned her hooded face away from the sight once her name was called in the distance. However, even without looking upon the Dark Mark high above her head, she felt sick.

It was so wrong.

She had fallen in too deep now, she knew, and there was no turning back. The Ministry could do little against the army that the Dark Lord had acquired, and it appeared that the Death Eater régime would soon topple that last remaining seed of resistance. The Dark Lord would win, no matter the amount of blood paid.

"You're awfully pale, Higurashi."

Glancing up, Higurashi Kagome scowled at the sight of Narcissa standing nearby. Her grip immediately tightened on her wand, but it quickly turned lax when she realized that the other woman looked somewhat concerned. A weak laugh escaped her at the notion that a Slytherin could come to care for a Gryffindor once both were turned Death Eater. "Black," she mumbled.

Narcissa frowned, as she said, "It's Malfoy now."

"Ah, yes, I had forgotten," Kagome replied lightly. "I'm certain that I also forgot to congratulate you, but, honestly, I don't see the point when your husband is Lucius. He always was a pig-headed git."

"Indeed," Narcissa snorted.

Her tired eyes caught her former rival's, as she asked, "Is there a reason that you are here, Narcissa? Have you come, perhaps, to tell me who it is that our Master wishes for me to murder next?"

Narcissa flinched a little, though it was barely noticed. Her eyes flickered toward the other Death Eater's stationed nearby, as she replied quietly, "No. I have not come with that news, unfortunately."

"Then what could you possibly want?"

"I have come to tell you that our Lord wishes for your audience," Narcissa said. She knew, watching the Gryffindor turned Death Eater, that what she had to say next would hurt the woman deep. "He said that you should go immediately, otherwise the boy—"

"I will go at once." There was no need for her to finish.

"O-of course," Narcissa nodded.

Once again, as she prepared herself for Apparition, she felt heavy with sickness. It was so wrong, knowing that upon learning what was at stake, she fell easily beneath the Dark Lord's demands. Knowing that she did not have the strength to save herself or her brother from this fate.

KibaSin: I dedicate this chapter to x0SilverFeathersx0 who wanted to see Narcissa. :)