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Written for Hogwarts Assignment 7, Transfiguration, Task 3 - Something happening at sunrise or sunset.
Word Count - 752
Beta'd by Grandma Lizzy
Warning - Mentions of the death of a child, and also murder of adults because Serial Killer!au.
As The Sun Set
She buried him at sunset.
The casket was small, small enough that she could have carried it in her arms, if she could only bring herself to. Instead, she levitated it carefully, setting it ever so gently into the hole the house elves had prepared at her request.
Her son, her only child.
His life, snuffed out because her husband didn't have the courage to defy the one he called master.
"I'll avenge you, little one," she whispered into the slowly darkening sky. "They'll pay for what they've done to you."
A single rose lay atop the soil that covered her son.
…
She used poison as her weapon.
She'd always had skill for potions, her disciplined nature in harmony with strict brewing procedures necessary for the perfect result.
With the house elves on her side, and her husband's love of showing off their wealth and status, it was almost too easy.
Wine, at sunset. It seemed apt, since that was when she had buried her son because of these monsters.
A slow acting poison, and soon, the newspapers were filled with horror at the wave of crime sweeping through the wizarding world.
Murder, they proclaimed, of the purest of purebloods. It was speculated that a halfblood, or perhaps even a mudblood, was responsible. They had the most motive, after all.
Nobody stopped to consider the grieving mother, because despite her turmoil, Narcissa was still one of them. It couldn't be her.
…
"Perhaps it is time for us to take a break, my dear," Lucius said one night as the two readied themselves for bed. "The south of France is beautiful this time of year."
Narcissa pulled on a carnation pink nightdress, and looked at Lucius through the mirror she sat down in front of.
"If that is what you want," she agreed quietly.
She knew he wouldn't find it suspicious. Narcissa had been a very tolerant wife. While she didn't particularly share Lucius' view on muggleborns, she'd never fought him on it either. She simply didn't care enough about them to want to fight to wipe them out.
"It will be good for us," Lucius continued as he pulled back the scarlet silk sheets and climbed in between them.
Narcissa didn't reply. She took the time to brush out her hair as she did every night, the graceful slide of the brush soothing to her.
When she did eventually join Lucius in bed, he was sleeping soundly. She wondered if he worried about the deaths occurring. If he understood that he was in danger of being next. She thought him too arrogant to actually believe it, but his self preservation had always been heightened.
With a quiet nox, Narcissa plunged the room into darkness, and smiled to herself.
Little did Lucius know that he was taking the danger with him.
…
Lucius arms wrapped around her from behind, his lips pressed to her shoulder. "Let the sun kiss your skin, darling," he murmured in her ear.
Narcissa wanted to cringe away from him, but she didn't. She held herself loose in his arms and allowed his attention. She'd saved him for last for a reason after all.
In her eyes, he was the worst offender.
She turned in his arms and let her left hand rest against his shoulder, her wedding ring glinting in the sun.
"I hate you," she whispered.
She saw the moment the words registered in his eyes as she plunged the knife in her right hand into his stomach.
He doubled over, trying to get away from her, but she wouldn't allow it. Not now, not after everything. She flicked her wand and cast a silent furula, the ropes binding around his wrists and ankles, forcing him to topple to the floor.
"It's your fault," she hissed at him, standing over him. "You took my son from me, and for what? Your master is gone, killed by a babe the same age as my Draco. Are you proud of yourself, Lucius?"
She didn't give him chance to answer. Her knife pierced his skin over and over and over again until she tired.
His eyes were dull, the life long gone from him, and she stood, tall and proud and satisfied. She'd finished what she set out to do. She'd avenged her son's life, short as it was.
She could rest now.
The sun set over the balcony, and Narcissa watched until the sky grew dark, Lucius' body cooling on the ground behind her.
She could rest.
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