Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling so none of this belongs to me apart from the plot.
A/N: Here we go, sorry this update took longer than usual but I've been madly writing History Coursework.
Review Responses:
Thank you to T. A. Skywalker for being my one and only reviewer of the last update! I am also sorry that I don't get many reviews but those who have reviewed kind of make up for that because you all say such nice things! Glad you liked Turning Point, I adore Sev! Sorry I kept you waiting so long for an update!
Thank you also to honest_iago for reviewing Turning Point. And thank you for terming me the new JK but I'm really not, as my disclaimer points out.
Wedding Bells Just Turned to Rust
**Narcissa's Thoughts**
Chapter 11
Narcissa returned to Malfoy Manor determined to make the best of her situation. She was afraid of incurring her husband's wrath by doing anything he might conceivably disapprove of but she was adamant that her child would not grow up like him. The Dark Lord was rising in power and she realised that she had nothing to gain by opposing him so she went back to the dutiful wife routine, telling herself that it was for her son's sake but unable still to forget what had happened to that little girl.
Lucius didn't hit her again but seemed to delight in running her down, he always got his way and eventually she ceased to fight him. Besides anything else the realisation hit her that there was no one else who cared about her. Severus cared but he was cold and distant even at the best of times and her best friend had turned away from her. She still thought about Morgana wishing that she would get in touch, but there was never any news.
Then one day, around eighteen months after Draco's birth, desperation set in, she decided she'd had enough and wrote a letter to Morgana's parents asking if they could talk to her on Narcissa's behalf. The letter she got back however said that they had not seen their daughter since several days before she had moved out of their London apartment. Narcissa was horrified, she knew that there was no way Morgana would simply drop her parents in such a way.
She waited until Lucius went out and then, using a photograph of Morgana and a necklace she had left in the apartment when she moved out she attempted to trace her magically. Her spell failed and she knew then that something was seriously wrong. So, leaving Draco with Dobby, she apparated to her old apartment and, drawing on the dark arts she had picked up from Lucius, cast a spell to reveal to her what had happened the night Morgana had left.
She cast a spell first on the new inhabitants to ensure they would not be woken and then made a small cut on her arm letting the blood drip onto the letter Morgana had written when she'd left. Most of the serious dark Arts required blood or actual death and this was serious indeed. If performed correctly it could force a vision onto the user of things that had happened in the area at a particular time. The letter was the connection to the right time and the necklace round Narcissa's neck was a connection to the right person. She took a deep breath and muttered the incantation calling on powers she wasn't overly sure she could control, but she hadn't been Head Girl at Hogwarts for nothing.
She was hit suddenly by a dull ache in her head and she winced as it grew steadily stronger; then it began. She could see the room as it had been when she had lived there and she could see Morgana with her bags by the door, a quill in her hand writing the note Narcissa would later find. **So she did leave of her own accord and I suspected foul play! How could I think that of Lucius?**
The vision continued, Morgana exited the flat leaving her key on the table. She walked out into the dark street below when she cried out soundlessly and a flash of green light enveloped her body before she fell to the floor. Narcissa saw two deatheaters take away the bags and the body and then the vision ended causing Narcissa to fall to the floor in a faint.
She awoke an hour or so later with a terrible headache and blood on her robes. She healed the cut in her arm and stood up cleaning the carpet of the blood that had soaked into it. She did everything she knew had to be done, she felt numb and disbelieving but at the same time she knew the spell didn't lie. She apparated home still clutching the parchment tight in her hand, images haunting her thoughts.
When she reached Malfoy Manor she found Lucius had still not returned, she then remembered that he had seemed somewhat panicky when he had left and said that he might not return till the morning. Suddenly Narcissa knew what she had to do.
"Dobby!" she called and the little house elf came into view. "Is Draco alright?"
"Draco is fine, he is sleeping."
"Good, can you get me a pain killing potion from the kitchen I have a headache."
Dobby bowed and headed for the kitchen and Narcissa went upstairs to her son's room, tears beginning to escape.
**How could things have gone this far? How could I have simply overlooked everything he did? I'm as bad as he is, if it weren't for me Morgana would still be alive!** "I don't feel human anymore!"
Dobby walked in just in time to see Narcissa sink to her knees beside Draco's cot and cry out. "Is Mistress Narcissa alright? Why is you not feeling human? You is still looking human to Dobby."
Narcissa looked up and took the potion from the little creature. It removed the throbbing in her head and she felt her mind grow clearer, strength returning to her tired limbs.
"Thank you Dobby. I'm alright really. I'm going out I don't know when I'll be back but I'm taking Draco with me."
"Is you wanting me to wake him?"
"Please and dress him in something warm, it's cold out. I'll be back in a moment."
Narcissa's brain had cleared and now there were only two thoughts running through it, **I have to get away**, and a the sound of a voice saying, **"If you ever need help, you've always got somewhere to go."**
"Severus," she muttered throwing on some muggle clothes she owned, robes were too distinctive at the moment but she pulled on a warm cloak, before drying her eyes and heading back into her son's room. He was awake and teasing Dobby by trying to pull his ears as Dobby dressed him. Dobby didn't seem to mind, he was rather fond of the little tyke. Draco was a lot more trouble at one than Narcissa had anticipated and his energy seemed boundless. Eventually he was dressed and she lifted him into her arms and walked out of Malfoy Manor never intending to return.
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A/N: Here we go, sorry this update took longer than usual but I've been madly writing History Coursework.
Review Responses:
Thank you to T. A. Skywalker for being my one and only reviewer of the last update! I am also sorry that I don't get many reviews but those who have reviewed kind of make up for that because you all say such nice things! Glad you liked Turning Point, I adore Sev! Sorry I kept you waiting so long for an update!
Thank you also to honest_iago for reviewing Turning Point. And thank you for terming me the new JK but I'm really not, as my disclaimer points out.
Wedding Bells Just Turned to Rust
**Narcissa's Thoughts**
Chapter 11
Narcissa returned to Malfoy Manor determined to make the best of her situation. She was afraid of incurring her husband's wrath by doing anything he might conceivably disapprove of but she was adamant that her child would not grow up like him. The Dark Lord was rising in power and she realised that she had nothing to gain by opposing him so she went back to the dutiful wife routine, telling herself that it was for her son's sake but unable still to forget what had happened to that little girl.
Lucius didn't hit her again but seemed to delight in running her down, he always got his way and eventually she ceased to fight him. Besides anything else the realisation hit her that there was no one else who cared about her. Severus cared but he was cold and distant even at the best of times and her best friend had turned away from her. She still thought about Morgana wishing that she would get in touch, but there was never any news.
Then one day, around eighteen months after Draco's birth, desperation set in, she decided she'd had enough and wrote a letter to Morgana's parents asking if they could talk to her on Narcissa's behalf. The letter she got back however said that they had not seen their daughter since several days before she had moved out of their London apartment. Narcissa was horrified, she knew that there was no way Morgana would simply drop her parents in such a way.
She waited until Lucius went out and then, using a photograph of Morgana and a necklace she had left in the apartment when she moved out she attempted to trace her magically. Her spell failed and she knew then that something was seriously wrong. So, leaving Draco with Dobby, she apparated to her old apartment and, drawing on the dark arts she had picked up from Lucius, cast a spell to reveal to her what had happened the night Morgana had left.
She cast a spell first on the new inhabitants to ensure they would not be woken and then made a small cut on her arm letting the blood drip onto the letter Morgana had written when she'd left. Most of the serious dark Arts required blood or actual death and this was serious indeed. If performed correctly it could force a vision onto the user of things that had happened in the area at a particular time. The letter was the connection to the right time and the necklace round Narcissa's neck was a connection to the right person. She took a deep breath and muttered the incantation calling on powers she wasn't overly sure she could control, but she hadn't been Head Girl at Hogwarts for nothing.
She was hit suddenly by a dull ache in her head and she winced as it grew steadily stronger; then it began. She could see the room as it had been when she had lived there and she could see Morgana with her bags by the door, a quill in her hand writing the note Narcissa would later find. **So she did leave of her own accord and I suspected foul play! How could I think that of Lucius?**
The vision continued, Morgana exited the flat leaving her key on the table. She walked out into the dark street below when she cried out soundlessly and a flash of green light enveloped her body before she fell to the floor. Narcissa saw two deatheaters take away the bags and the body and then the vision ended causing Narcissa to fall to the floor in a faint.
She awoke an hour or so later with a terrible headache and blood on her robes. She healed the cut in her arm and stood up cleaning the carpet of the blood that had soaked into it. She did everything she knew had to be done, she felt numb and disbelieving but at the same time she knew the spell didn't lie. She apparated home still clutching the parchment tight in her hand, images haunting her thoughts.
When she reached Malfoy Manor she found Lucius had still not returned, she then remembered that he had seemed somewhat panicky when he had left and said that he might not return till the morning. Suddenly Narcissa knew what she had to do.
"Dobby!" she called and the little house elf came into view. "Is Draco alright?"
"Draco is fine, he is sleeping."
"Good, can you get me a pain killing potion from the kitchen I have a headache."
Dobby bowed and headed for the kitchen and Narcissa went upstairs to her son's room, tears beginning to escape.
**How could things have gone this far? How could I have simply overlooked everything he did? I'm as bad as he is, if it weren't for me Morgana would still be alive!** "I don't feel human anymore!"
Dobby walked in just in time to see Narcissa sink to her knees beside Draco's cot and cry out. "Is Mistress Narcissa alright? Why is you not feeling human? You is still looking human to Dobby."
Narcissa looked up and took the potion from the little creature. It removed the throbbing in her head and she felt her mind grow clearer, strength returning to her tired limbs.
"Thank you Dobby. I'm alright really. I'm going out I don't know when I'll be back but I'm taking Draco with me."
"Is you wanting me to wake him?"
"Please and dress him in something warm, it's cold out. I'll be back in a moment."
Narcissa's brain had cleared and now there were only two thoughts running through it, **I have to get away**, and a the sound of a voice saying, **"If you ever need help, you've always got somewhere to go."**
"Severus," she muttered throwing on some muggle clothes she owned, robes were too distinctive at the moment but she pulled on a warm cloak, before drying her eyes and heading back into her son's room. He was awake and teasing Dobby by trying to pull his ears as Dobby dressed him. Dobby didn't seem to mind, he was rather fond of the little tyke. Draco was a lot more trouble at one than Narcissa had anticipated and his energy seemed boundless. Eventually he was dressed and she lifted him into her arms and walked out of Malfoy Manor never intending to return.
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