The Best Revenge

by W1tch0nParad3

Lucius Malfoy's abuse finally pushes Narcissa over the edge. In a moment of pain & panic, she kills her husband & frees herself. Can Narcissa free Harry & Sirius, too? Join Narcissa as she raises her children, finds love, and finds family with a couple of old Marauders. Can they keep their family safe from Dark Lords and Dumbledore? Can she get the best revenge? NM/SS, SB/CB, RL/NT

1. Chapter 1

The slap echoed around the room. Narcissa Malfoy fell to her knees on the plush carpet of her bedroom floor. Lucius grabbed her by the neck of her robes and hauled her back up. He slapped her again. She dropped like a sack of potatoes and coughed blood onto his pristine white of the carpet.

"He's gone! I don't know how it happened," Lucius ranted. "He killed the blood traitor Potter and his mudblood bitch. I heard it all! I stood watch like he told me, outside the front door. All that was left was the whelp. How did a baby defeat the Dark Lord?"

Lucius screamed and kicked at his wife.

"The, the Potters? Are dead? And the Dark Lord?" Narcissa asked, in a high pain-filled voice.

"Yes, damn you! They'll come for me. Now that he's gone, they'll come for all the Death Eaters. We'll be ruined!"

He grabbed Narcissa by her throat this time. He lifted her into the air and delivered a hard, closed fist blow to her cheek. Her head rolled. He pulled his fist back for another blow when the wind was suddenly knocked viciously out of him.

He looked down and saw his chest was caved in. Narcissa's wand stuck in the hollowed out space. His eyes met hers with a look of surprise on his face. He coughed up blood once, and fell to the ground, with his wand still clenched in his fist.

Narcissa sank to her knees beside him and started to sob. Her face was bruised and bloody. Her ribs hurt and she could barely stand on one foot. It didn't stop her from jumping suddenly to her feet. She looked around in a panic before her eyes settled on her dead husband.

She didn't snap out of it until she heard a loud pop. She looked up to see Lucius' personal elf, Doggy or Dobby or something. The little wretch looked almost as beaten up as Narcissa did.

"You killed bad master?" the elf asked with a look of wonder on his face. He turned to look at Narcissa. His eyes widened in admiration. "You killed bad master!"

He ran forward and hugged her knees.

"Dobby is forever in your debt, Mistress. Please, let Dobby serve you."

Narcissa didn't know what to do. She had to know if the Dark Lord was really dead.

"Hurry! Take me to the Potters. Can you do that?"

The elf closed his eyes in concentration for a moment. "Yes, Mistress. Dobby can be doing that."

The elf grabbed Narcissa's arm and popped her away.