Disclaimer: I don't own Rowling's characters but I do own the plot and Morgana Myriades. Though actually my friend "honest_iago" (go read her poems at fictionpress as she won't let me) came up with the name Myriades.
**Narcissa's thoughts**
Wedding Bells Just Turned to Rust
Chapter 3
Lucius and Narcissa were slowly growing closer and closer. He took her to exotic places bought her the most beautiful gifts and showered her with attention. She had no way of resisting his charms. Morgana had finally conceded that he probably wasn't trouble and had begun to get along with him very well. Narcissa was pleased, she was falling madly in love with Lucius but she didn't want her friendship to suffer because of it. There were times though when he would be completely out of reach for days at a time and he never once explained where he'd been in that time. They were going through another one of those periods at the moment and Morgana was beginning to grow suspicious.
"There's been another attack, two aurors are dead, so are several muggles. Funny isn't it that these things always seem to happen when Lucius isn't around?" Morgana asked, careful to keep her voice neutral as though remarking on the weather.
"What! That's because he works for the ministry! He's busy stopping people getting killed, what are you suggesting?" Narcissa asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, you're right I was out of line. Sorry, he still gives me the creeps at times." Morgana wasn't entirely sure that she was sorry but she didn't want to fight with her best friend and it was clear that Narcissa was not going to listen to criticism of Lucius.
"You're being daft, he's a really nice guy!" Narcissa insisted.
"If you say so, I guess you should know." Narcissa failed to notice the doubt that was in Morgana's voice, there were times when she felt Narcissa didn't know Lucius at all.
"Yeah, I should!" she said laughing, clearly thinking it a preposterous idea that he would keep things from her. "Anyway he said he'd take me out tonight."
"Oh, where are you going?"
"I don't know yet, he said it was going to be a surprise."
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Lucius picked Narcissa up at seven that evening and they flooed to his home, where she had rarely ever been. She didn't like the place; it was decidedly creepy.
They went outside and walked into the town nearby finally entering one of the old houses in the suburbs.
"Lucius, where are we going?" Narcissa asked curiously.
"I told you there's someone I want you to meet." He said offering no further explanation.
"Who?"
"A great man, I think he'll like you."
**He'll like me? Doesn't he mean I'll like him?**
They continued up the stairs of the house and Lucius offered her a jar of floo powder and started a fire in the grate.
"Where are we going?!" Narcissa asked again becoming exasperated with the strangely circuitous route they appeared to be taking to their destination.
"You'll see, just say Riddle residence."
"Who's Riddle?" Narcissa started but Lucius merely smiled enigmatically and stepped into the fire. Left with little choice but to follow Narcissa grabbed some floo powder and stepped in after him.
The first thing Narcissa was aware of was that the fireplace she was emerging from was grand in the extremes. The room she stepped out into was certainly no less so and she gaped at her surroundings. She was no stranger to luxury but this was incredible, if verging on gaudy. Lucius took her arm and led her out of a door and through the labyrinth-like house. **Wonder if there's a Minotaur in the middle?** She laughed a little at her thought, earning a disapproving glance from Lucius who was acting as though they were walking on holy ground.
It felt like they had walked though several miles of corridors when he stopped and nodded towards a door. The disinterested way he did it incensed Narcissa.
"I'm not going anywhere else until you tell me what's going on!"
"I told you we're here so that you can meet someone."
"Very descriptive Lucius!"
Suddenly her voice failed her as a laugh emanated from the door beside them, it was a cold mirthless laugh and, for some reason she could not divine, it froze her.
Lucius took advantage of her momentary lack of resistance to take her arm again and lead her into the room the laughter had emerged from.
It was huge and grand but dark decorated in greens and blacks and deep blues. There were people stood silently at the sides of the room with respectful almost fearful looks on their faces. It was only when she saw the man sat on the chair at the end of the room that it hit her. **It's a throne room.** The man rose and walked towards them and Lucius bowed his head in respect trying to silently communicate to Narcissa to do the same. **I bow to no one!** she thought giving the man her most supercilious look.
He laughed again, a high, cold laugh, but this time it didn't shake her. "Interesting, this must be the lovely Narcissa."
"It must indeed, but who pray are you? My errant and ardent admirer failed to inform who we were calling on or even where in the western hemisphere we were." Her voice dripped sarcasm, she got the impression he was sizing her up, judging her and she didn't like it.
"I am Lord Voldemort."
A simple statement but it was clear he was aiming for a reaction, **well he's not getting one!** Narcissa lazily raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow keeping her face entirely neutral, pleased when this seemed to annoy him. Underneath she had to admit she was more than a little shocked but she didn't feel scared, just numb, she'd had no idea how deep into all this Lucius must be. She'd known he wasn't exactly fighting for light and goodness, but this was still a little shocking.
Voldemort turned his attention back to Lucius saying, "She's every bit as beautiful as you described, she could however use a few improvements in her manners."
**Hey! My manners are fine as they are! Is Lucius going to stick up for me or not?!**
"I apologise my Lord."
**Apparently not.**
"Pureblood?"
"Of course." Narcissa interjected feeling that this had gone quite far enough and she would not be talked about as though she wasn't even there.
Voldemort looked back at her, "Well," he sneered, "Feisty little thing aren't you?"
**Little! I'm as tall as he is!**
He laughed at the indignant expression on her face. "I like that, let me give you a tour my dear." He took her arm and guided her out of the door.
"I'm willing to bet you've heard a lot of bad press about me and my followers, haven't you?"
"Well, to be frank, I guess I have."
"The ministry and their propaganda! You see Narcissa I'm just trying to create a better world for all of us. The wizarding world has become weak, the old bloodlines polluted and the proud history of our kind sullied. We hide from muggles! We spend our days concealing everything we do. Magic is nothing to be ashamed of; it is something to be proud of. It's time for us to stop hiding in the shadows and claim our rightful place as rulers. We are superior to them. Don't you agree?"
"Well, when you put it like that...I guess I sort of do." **I don't believe it, he is making some kind of sense here and Lucius must have a reason for following him.**
"Now why don't I show you the gardens?"
Narcissa allowed herself to be steered out into one of the most beautiful gardens she'd ever seen. "It's amazing!"
"You see Narcissa, I can offer much more than simple power. Lucius is making a wise decision by following me."
Lucius walked out to meet them, "It's getting late, I think I should get Narcissa home."
Voldemort took her hand and kissed it lightly, "Goodbye my dear, I'm so glad we met."
"It was a pleasure to meet you too." **And strangely enough I think I mean that.**
"Goodnight my Lord," Lucius nodded at him respectfully.
"Goodnight Lucius."
*******
On the way home Narcissa found herself unable to hold back her questions any longer. "Why didn't you tell me you were involved with him before? Are you a deatheater?" There was no accusing tone in Narcissa's voice it was merely curious.
"I didn't want to worry you darling." Lucius responded, taking hold of her hand, "Yes I am, but you see how people react when all we want is what is rightfully ours."
"Yes, I can't believe how close minded everyone's being," Narcissa started but then timidly added, without knowing the reason for her own timidity, "But Lucius aren't there less violent ways to do what you're doing? People are really scared."
"Dearest, this is the only way. Besides you know how the Daily Prophet loves to exaggerate things and you don't know anyone who has run into any trouble do you?"
"Well no I don't, I guess I should know better than to believe everything the papers tell me," Narcissa said relieved by his reassurances.
"Yes, you should." Lucius' tone was patronising but Narcissa for some reason let it slip, he didn't like being criticised and she saw no reason to end their evening on an unpleasant note, especially when he had been so open with her.
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**Narcissa's thoughts**
Wedding Bells Just Turned to Rust
Chapter 3
Lucius and Narcissa were slowly growing closer and closer. He took her to exotic places bought her the most beautiful gifts and showered her with attention. She had no way of resisting his charms. Morgana had finally conceded that he probably wasn't trouble and had begun to get along with him very well. Narcissa was pleased, she was falling madly in love with Lucius but she didn't want her friendship to suffer because of it. There were times though when he would be completely out of reach for days at a time and he never once explained where he'd been in that time. They were going through another one of those periods at the moment and Morgana was beginning to grow suspicious.
"There's been another attack, two aurors are dead, so are several muggles. Funny isn't it that these things always seem to happen when Lucius isn't around?" Morgana asked, careful to keep her voice neutral as though remarking on the weather.
"What! That's because he works for the ministry! He's busy stopping people getting killed, what are you suggesting?" Narcissa asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, you're right I was out of line. Sorry, he still gives me the creeps at times." Morgana wasn't entirely sure that she was sorry but she didn't want to fight with her best friend and it was clear that Narcissa was not going to listen to criticism of Lucius.
"You're being daft, he's a really nice guy!" Narcissa insisted.
"If you say so, I guess you should know." Narcissa failed to notice the doubt that was in Morgana's voice, there were times when she felt Narcissa didn't know Lucius at all.
"Yeah, I should!" she said laughing, clearly thinking it a preposterous idea that he would keep things from her. "Anyway he said he'd take me out tonight."
"Oh, where are you going?"
"I don't know yet, he said it was going to be a surprise."
*******
Lucius picked Narcissa up at seven that evening and they flooed to his home, where she had rarely ever been. She didn't like the place; it was decidedly creepy.
They went outside and walked into the town nearby finally entering one of the old houses in the suburbs.
"Lucius, where are we going?" Narcissa asked curiously.
"I told you there's someone I want you to meet." He said offering no further explanation.
"Who?"
"A great man, I think he'll like you."
**He'll like me? Doesn't he mean I'll like him?**
They continued up the stairs of the house and Lucius offered her a jar of floo powder and started a fire in the grate.
"Where are we going?!" Narcissa asked again becoming exasperated with the strangely circuitous route they appeared to be taking to their destination.
"You'll see, just say Riddle residence."
"Who's Riddle?" Narcissa started but Lucius merely smiled enigmatically and stepped into the fire. Left with little choice but to follow Narcissa grabbed some floo powder and stepped in after him.
The first thing Narcissa was aware of was that the fireplace she was emerging from was grand in the extremes. The room she stepped out into was certainly no less so and she gaped at her surroundings. She was no stranger to luxury but this was incredible, if verging on gaudy. Lucius took her arm and led her out of a door and through the labyrinth-like house. **Wonder if there's a Minotaur in the middle?** She laughed a little at her thought, earning a disapproving glance from Lucius who was acting as though they were walking on holy ground.
It felt like they had walked though several miles of corridors when he stopped and nodded towards a door. The disinterested way he did it incensed Narcissa.
"I'm not going anywhere else until you tell me what's going on!"
"I told you we're here so that you can meet someone."
"Very descriptive Lucius!"
Suddenly her voice failed her as a laugh emanated from the door beside them, it was a cold mirthless laugh and, for some reason she could not divine, it froze her.
Lucius took advantage of her momentary lack of resistance to take her arm again and lead her into the room the laughter had emerged from.
It was huge and grand but dark decorated in greens and blacks and deep blues. There were people stood silently at the sides of the room with respectful almost fearful looks on their faces. It was only when she saw the man sat on the chair at the end of the room that it hit her. **It's a throne room.** The man rose and walked towards them and Lucius bowed his head in respect trying to silently communicate to Narcissa to do the same. **I bow to no one!** she thought giving the man her most supercilious look.
He laughed again, a high, cold laugh, but this time it didn't shake her. "Interesting, this must be the lovely Narcissa."
"It must indeed, but who pray are you? My errant and ardent admirer failed to inform who we were calling on or even where in the western hemisphere we were." Her voice dripped sarcasm, she got the impression he was sizing her up, judging her and she didn't like it.
"I am Lord Voldemort."
A simple statement but it was clear he was aiming for a reaction, **well he's not getting one!** Narcissa lazily raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow keeping her face entirely neutral, pleased when this seemed to annoy him. Underneath she had to admit she was more than a little shocked but she didn't feel scared, just numb, she'd had no idea how deep into all this Lucius must be. She'd known he wasn't exactly fighting for light and goodness, but this was still a little shocking.
Voldemort turned his attention back to Lucius saying, "She's every bit as beautiful as you described, she could however use a few improvements in her manners."
**Hey! My manners are fine as they are! Is Lucius going to stick up for me or not?!**
"I apologise my Lord."
**Apparently not.**
"Pureblood?"
"Of course." Narcissa interjected feeling that this had gone quite far enough and she would not be talked about as though she wasn't even there.
Voldemort looked back at her, "Well," he sneered, "Feisty little thing aren't you?"
**Little! I'm as tall as he is!**
He laughed at the indignant expression on her face. "I like that, let me give you a tour my dear." He took her arm and guided her out of the door.
"I'm willing to bet you've heard a lot of bad press about me and my followers, haven't you?"
"Well, to be frank, I guess I have."
"The ministry and their propaganda! You see Narcissa I'm just trying to create a better world for all of us. The wizarding world has become weak, the old bloodlines polluted and the proud history of our kind sullied. We hide from muggles! We spend our days concealing everything we do. Magic is nothing to be ashamed of; it is something to be proud of. It's time for us to stop hiding in the shadows and claim our rightful place as rulers. We are superior to them. Don't you agree?"
"Well, when you put it like that...I guess I sort of do." **I don't believe it, he is making some kind of sense here and Lucius must have a reason for following him.**
"Now why don't I show you the gardens?"
Narcissa allowed herself to be steered out into one of the most beautiful gardens she'd ever seen. "It's amazing!"
"You see Narcissa, I can offer much more than simple power. Lucius is making a wise decision by following me."
Lucius walked out to meet them, "It's getting late, I think I should get Narcissa home."
Voldemort took her hand and kissed it lightly, "Goodbye my dear, I'm so glad we met."
"It was a pleasure to meet you too." **And strangely enough I think I mean that.**
"Goodnight my Lord," Lucius nodded at him respectfully.
"Goodnight Lucius."
*******
On the way home Narcissa found herself unable to hold back her questions any longer. "Why didn't you tell me you were involved with him before? Are you a deatheater?" There was no accusing tone in Narcissa's voice it was merely curious.
"I didn't want to worry you darling." Lucius responded, taking hold of her hand, "Yes I am, but you see how people react when all we want is what is rightfully ours."
"Yes, I can't believe how close minded everyone's being," Narcissa started but then timidly added, without knowing the reason for her own timidity, "But Lucius aren't there less violent ways to do what you're doing? People are really scared."
"Dearest, this is the only way. Besides you know how the Daily Prophet loves to exaggerate things and you don't know anyone who has run into any trouble do you?"
"Well no I don't, I guess I should know better than to believe everything the papers tell me," Narcissa said relieved by his reassurances.
"Yes, you should." Lucius' tone was patronising but Narcissa for some reason let it slip, he didn't like being criticised and she saw no reason to end their evening on an unpleasant note, especially when he had been so open with her.
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