A/N: words in *asterkics* are thoughts.
Untitled Ch:2 Pain;Rejection
Rejection
Andrew Parkinson looked dejectadly out the grimy window. The London Magical Orphanage had been his home for the past six months. Slowly, he leaned agains the wall, it's peeling paint a reminder of just where he was. **My sister is in daycare. My father is in Azkaban**
**My mother is as good as dead.**
**And I, Andrew Parkinson, am waiting to be adopted.** His first month was turbulent, to say the least. Many of the children in the orphange had lost their parents to Death Eaters. Being the son of a Death Eater really didn't make him popular. Absent-mindedly, he fingered his jaw, remembering the pain inflicted when a boy jumped him, as if killing Andrew would bring his parents back. His sister and Draco were handled like bombs, the nurses obviously afraid that if they harmed them, the children would spring to life and kill them. None of the other children would go near Andrew and the nurses had seperated Draco and Pansy from the other babies. Anger flared up in him, only to be bottled away. **Quarantine. Place me in an orphange, ban me from finishing Hogwarts. from taking the magic course offered here. Why didn't that bastard just feed me to the Dementor too? I might as well be a muggle!** Andrew slammed his fist against the wall, paint chips fluttered to the ground. Taking quick steps out of the common room, he walked through cliques, games, and conversations. People jumped aside as he passed and made his way to the nursery. He led himself to the corner where Draco and Pansy were usually seated. Draco spotted him first, pointing and squeaking. Pansy turned, a smile spreading across her face. Unable to help himself he smiled back. He sat himself down across from them.
"A'dew!" Draco said, proud of his accomplishment in learning Andrew's name. Pulling himself up using the boxes, Draco slowly made his way towards Andrew. Pansy laughed and pulled herself up using the same clump of boxes, and walked by herself over to him, before collapsing into his open arms.
"Hey you two, whats up?" Andrew smiled, allowing laughter into his voice.
"And here are the babes. As you can see they are a very social bunch and-" The Mistress of the orphanage saw Andrew, Pansy and Draco. The couple behind her appeared to be slightly confused. The woman had short black hair as did the man. The woman was around five and a half feet tall, while the man was only a few inches taller. "Well I believe that you wished to adopt a teenager. Follow me, I'll show them to you," the mistress said, herding the couple away from them. Andrew let out a sigh, causing Draco to sneeze.
"Sorry little dude," he said, happy with his American slang. For some reason or another, it seemed to terrify the other children. "Looks like Mistress doesn't consider us worth while kids."
"No tew! Na' say Mis'ess 'oves us all!" Pansy exclaimed (translation: No true! Nana says Mistress loves us all) tumbling over her words.
"Mistress loves the other kids. But who needs her? Us three can take on the world together. Well, when you two get older," said Andrew. "Who's Na' Pans?"
"Na' is 'ady wi'h g'ay 'air," she said (translation: Nana is lady with gray hair), piling blocks upin each other. Draco pointed at a block. The blocked glowed a light silver, leviatating a foot above the ground. Andrew smiled happily.
"Good job, Draco. But remember, don't do that around anyone else, okay?" Draco smiled, basking in Andrew's praise. Pansy giggle and pointed at the block Draco had just set down. It glowed a faint pink before it rose a foo from the ground. "Way to go Pans. But you remeber too, don't let anyone else see you do that, okay? When the nurses ask you if you've done any magic say no. Okay? Look, promise me that you will say no if the nurses ask if you've done any magic," Andrew said, fear in his eyes.
"P'omise," Draco said.
"P'omise," Pansy replied, holding up her pinky. Andrew laughed. The three of them built many towers, and each time either Draco or Pansy would knock it over and gasp. A shadow fell over the three. Looking up, Andrew saw the Mistress standing above him, lips pursed, hands on her hips.
"Come with me, Andrew," she said. Spinning on her heel, she turned and walked away. Haistily saying good-bye to Draco and Pansy, he hurried after her.
"What's going on ma'am? I haven't done anything."
"Someone wishes to see you," was her clipped reply. She led him to her office. Waiting inside was the couple he had seen earlier. The couple rose, the man extending his hand to Andrew, who shook it. Mistress indicated Andrew to the vacant seat and promptly left.
"My name is John Smith, and this is my wife Nancy. We would like to adopt you," Mr. Smith said.
"Why?" Andrew asked.
"Well, why not?" Mrs. Smith said.
"Well, I am the son of Bethany and Robert Parkinson, that usually sends red flags
up," he replied. Mr. Smith smiled.
"That doesn't bother us. What your parents believed doesn't mean you automatically believe it too. Their choices don't effect your life," Mr. Smith said.
"All right then, why no adopt some other teen?"
"Because you seem to be the most level headed and honest child we've seen today," Mrs. Smith replied.
"What about Pansy and Draco?" Andrew asked slowly.
"What about them?" Mr. Smith asked.
"I don't leave without them." The Smith's faces fell.
"I'm sorry, but we can't afford three children. We both want children, but... we... three children are too expensive. I'm terribly sorry," Mrs. Smith whispered.
"It's ok," Andrew said, uncomfortably. "Usually happens. Either they want Draco or Pansy but never both."
"I hope you don't mind this intrusion," Mr. Smith began, "-but why do you inisist that the three of you stay together? I can understand you and Pansy, but Draco?" Andrew aimlessly traced scratches on the arms of the chair with his finger.
"Well, Draco and Pansy are like twins. They're the only family I've got left. All the others are in Azkaban, or dead." **Plus I don't want any child abuser getting ahold of them, and the magic. They can't have magic. Or atleast, other people can't know...**
"Well, I'm very sorry Andrew. I hope that you and your sister find a good home," Mr. Smith said slowly. The couple said their good-byes and left. Andrewstared at the closed door, before turning, and exiting through the opposite door.
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Pain
"Food time," a blonde woman muttered, swirling the gruel. Her icy blue eyes dulled with pain. Her once beautiful blonde hair, now matted and dirty. Once sweetly pale skin, now a pasty white.
"What a mess I've become, Lucius. If you could see me now... you'd be furious, probably take on the entire Ministry by yourself. I remember those few minutes before the Aurors caught us. I remember them so well..."
~
"Lucius! They're coming! Oh god, what are we going to do?" Narcissa whispered, tears coming down her cheeks. "Whate are we going to do? I can feel the wards they've placed around the mansion. Do you feel them?! They've got us trapped!" she said hysterically. Lucius closed the distance between them in a few quick strides. Raising a hand, he gently swept the tears from her cheeks. Narcissa glanced up, her eyes full of pain, loss and love. He met her gaze, his blue eyes reflecting the emotions in hers.
"Don't cry, sweet. They won't harm you. I'll protect you. I'll always protect you," he said softly. With another wail, Narcissa launched herself into his arms. He returned the embrace, trying his best to say calm. His eyes traveled frpm his sobbing wife to his son, lying in the bassent besides them. The sound of people bursting through the front door reached them. Narcissa whimpered, Lucius tightened his hold on her.
"Narcissa, I'll always protect you. I swore I would years ago, and I swear it to you now." She raised her head up, nodding silently. He pulled her closer, her head resting on his shoulder. "I love you," he whispered in her ear. She let out a sob and clung to him, her grip increasing.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," she whispered back, over and over again. The doors flew open, the Aurors surrounded them, pulling them apart.
"Stupefy!" one Auror yelled, before it all went black.
~
Narcissa threw her food against the wall with more anger then she had ever felt.
"Those damn Aurors! They ruined my life, Lucius. They ruined it! Ruined it ruined it ruined it!" Collasping against the wall, painful memories pricked at her mind, "The dementors..." They closed in on her cell, feeding off her feelings of despair and anger. "Ahh! God, Lucius, save me! Please! Lucius help me! Luciusss!"
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A/N: That's chapter 2. This is how I envision Lucius and Narcissa's relationship. If I do say so myself, it's a pretty rare way to think of them. Please REVIEW! Please! I shall forever be grateful!
Untitled Ch:2 Pain;Rejection
Rejection
Andrew Parkinson looked dejectadly out the grimy window. The London Magical Orphanage had been his home for the past six months. Slowly, he leaned agains the wall, it's peeling paint a reminder of just where he was. **My sister is in daycare. My father is in Azkaban**
**My mother is as good as dead.**
**And I, Andrew Parkinson, am waiting to be adopted.** His first month was turbulent, to say the least. Many of the children in the orphange had lost their parents to Death Eaters. Being the son of a Death Eater really didn't make him popular. Absent-mindedly, he fingered his jaw, remembering the pain inflicted when a boy jumped him, as if killing Andrew would bring his parents back. His sister and Draco were handled like bombs, the nurses obviously afraid that if they harmed them, the children would spring to life and kill them. None of the other children would go near Andrew and the nurses had seperated Draco and Pansy from the other babies. Anger flared up in him, only to be bottled away. **Quarantine. Place me in an orphange, ban me from finishing Hogwarts. from taking the magic course offered here. Why didn't that bastard just feed me to the Dementor too? I might as well be a muggle!** Andrew slammed his fist against the wall, paint chips fluttered to the ground. Taking quick steps out of the common room, he walked through cliques, games, and conversations. People jumped aside as he passed and made his way to the nursery. He led himself to the corner where Draco and Pansy were usually seated. Draco spotted him first, pointing and squeaking. Pansy turned, a smile spreading across her face. Unable to help himself he smiled back. He sat himself down across from them.
"A'dew!" Draco said, proud of his accomplishment in learning Andrew's name. Pulling himself up using the boxes, Draco slowly made his way towards Andrew. Pansy laughed and pulled herself up using the same clump of boxes, and walked by herself over to him, before collapsing into his open arms.
"Hey you two, whats up?" Andrew smiled, allowing laughter into his voice.
"And here are the babes. As you can see they are a very social bunch and-" The Mistress of the orphanage saw Andrew, Pansy and Draco. The couple behind her appeared to be slightly confused. The woman had short black hair as did the man. The woman was around five and a half feet tall, while the man was only a few inches taller. "Well I believe that you wished to adopt a teenager. Follow me, I'll show them to you," the mistress said, herding the couple away from them. Andrew let out a sigh, causing Draco to sneeze.
"Sorry little dude," he said, happy with his American slang. For some reason or another, it seemed to terrify the other children. "Looks like Mistress doesn't consider us worth while kids."
"No tew! Na' say Mis'ess 'oves us all!" Pansy exclaimed (translation: No true! Nana says Mistress loves us all) tumbling over her words.
"Mistress loves the other kids. But who needs her? Us three can take on the world together. Well, when you two get older," said Andrew. "Who's Na' Pans?"
"Na' is 'ady wi'h g'ay 'air," she said (translation: Nana is lady with gray hair), piling blocks upin each other. Draco pointed at a block. The blocked glowed a light silver, leviatating a foot above the ground. Andrew smiled happily.
"Good job, Draco. But remember, don't do that around anyone else, okay?" Draco smiled, basking in Andrew's praise. Pansy giggle and pointed at the block Draco had just set down. It glowed a faint pink before it rose a foo from the ground. "Way to go Pans. But you remeber too, don't let anyone else see you do that, okay? When the nurses ask you if you've done any magic say no. Okay? Look, promise me that you will say no if the nurses ask if you've done any magic," Andrew said, fear in his eyes.
"P'omise," Draco said.
"P'omise," Pansy replied, holding up her pinky. Andrew laughed. The three of them built many towers, and each time either Draco or Pansy would knock it over and gasp. A shadow fell over the three. Looking up, Andrew saw the Mistress standing above him, lips pursed, hands on her hips.
"Come with me, Andrew," she said. Spinning on her heel, she turned and walked away. Haistily saying good-bye to Draco and Pansy, he hurried after her.
"What's going on ma'am? I haven't done anything."
"Someone wishes to see you," was her clipped reply. She led him to her office. Waiting inside was the couple he had seen earlier. The couple rose, the man extending his hand to Andrew, who shook it. Mistress indicated Andrew to the vacant seat and promptly left.
"My name is John Smith, and this is my wife Nancy. We would like to adopt you," Mr. Smith said.
"Why?" Andrew asked.
"Well, why not?" Mrs. Smith said.
"Well, I am the son of Bethany and Robert Parkinson, that usually sends red flags
up," he replied. Mr. Smith smiled.
"That doesn't bother us. What your parents believed doesn't mean you automatically believe it too. Their choices don't effect your life," Mr. Smith said.
"All right then, why no adopt some other teen?"
"Because you seem to be the most level headed and honest child we've seen today," Mrs. Smith replied.
"What about Pansy and Draco?" Andrew asked slowly.
"What about them?" Mr. Smith asked.
"I don't leave without them." The Smith's faces fell.
"I'm sorry, but we can't afford three children. We both want children, but... we... three children are too expensive. I'm terribly sorry," Mrs. Smith whispered.
"It's ok," Andrew said, uncomfortably. "Usually happens. Either they want Draco or Pansy but never both."
"I hope you don't mind this intrusion," Mr. Smith began, "-but why do you inisist that the three of you stay together? I can understand you and Pansy, but Draco?" Andrew aimlessly traced scratches on the arms of the chair with his finger.
"Well, Draco and Pansy are like twins. They're the only family I've got left. All the others are in Azkaban, or dead." **Plus I don't want any child abuser getting ahold of them, and the magic. They can't have magic. Or atleast, other people can't know...**
"Well, I'm very sorry Andrew. I hope that you and your sister find a good home," Mr. Smith said slowly. The couple said their good-byes and left. Andrewstared at the closed door, before turning, and exiting through the opposite door.
* * *
Pain
"Food time," a blonde woman muttered, swirling the gruel. Her icy blue eyes dulled with pain. Her once beautiful blonde hair, now matted and dirty. Once sweetly pale skin, now a pasty white.
"What a mess I've become, Lucius. If you could see me now... you'd be furious, probably take on the entire Ministry by yourself. I remember those few minutes before the Aurors caught us. I remember them so well..."
~
"Lucius! They're coming! Oh god, what are we going to do?" Narcissa whispered, tears coming down her cheeks. "Whate are we going to do? I can feel the wards they've placed around the mansion. Do you feel them?! They've got us trapped!" she said hysterically. Lucius closed the distance between them in a few quick strides. Raising a hand, he gently swept the tears from her cheeks. Narcissa glanced up, her eyes full of pain, loss and love. He met her gaze, his blue eyes reflecting the emotions in hers.
"Don't cry, sweet. They won't harm you. I'll protect you. I'll always protect you," he said softly. With another wail, Narcissa launched herself into his arms. He returned the embrace, trying his best to say calm. His eyes traveled frpm his sobbing wife to his son, lying in the bassent besides them. The sound of people bursting through the front door reached them. Narcissa whimpered, Lucius tightened his hold on her.
"Narcissa, I'll always protect you. I swore I would years ago, and I swear it to you now." She raised her head up, nodding silently. He pulled her closer, her head resting on his shoulder. "I love you," he whispered in her ear. She let out a sob and clung to him, her grip increasing.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," she whispered back, over and over again. The doors flew open, the Aurors surrounded them, pulling them apart.
"Stupefy!" one Auror yelled, before it all went black.
~
Narcissa threw her food against the wall with more anger then she had ever felt.
"Those damn Aurors! They ruined my life, Lucius. They ruined it! Ruined it ruined it ruined it!" Collasping against the wall, painful memories pricked at her mind, "The dementors..." They closed in on her cell, feeding off her feelings of despair and anger. "Ahh! God, Lucius, save me! Please! Lucius help me! Luciusss!"
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A/N: That's chapter 2. This is how I envision Lucius and Narcissa's relationship. If I do say so myself, it's a pretty rare way to think of them. Please REVIEW! Please! I shall forever be grateful!