Screw the Ministry Cause it Can't Screw Back
(Originally Titled: Fuck the Law 'Cause it Can't Fuck Back)
By: Reirei no miko
Summary: Narcissa is a fifteen year old runaway, wanted by the ministry, muggle police and her father for theft, fights, drug trafficking and prostitution, but what happens when she's caught and returned to the life she's fleeing? Can her fellow Gryffindors save her in time?
Please e-mail me at: Reirei_no_miko@hotmail.com feel free to send a new title idea, opinions and comments as well!
If you want it: Just tell me, I love to share!
Fan Art: Please? Pretty, pretty please?
Note: This whole idea is based off of a picture by Tina, you can go see it at: www.geocities.com/mwppmap it's under art, requests Narcissa and Lily, mind Narcissa is wearing Slytherin colours but.......
Note 2: My cannon was the books- the third movie where the Marauders are introduced isn't even a movie yet so La-Di-Da
Warnings: This chapter: PG-13 swearing and adult situations Whole Story: R for angst, rape, torture and psychological manipulation
Note 3: I wanted to make this NC-17 but because of the new guidelines I can't, could someone please post this where that's accepted?
Reirei: I don't own anything but my own plot and version of Narcissa- and I'm glad J.K. Rowling wrote what she did so we could screw around with it- which is all I'm doing people, screwing around. The books will come into play and everything in them will happen, I promise! Draco won't change nor with -ANY- dialogue not work......
I'll shut up now.
Chapter 1- Fuck the Ministry
It was never easy, getting back on the train, submitting herself back under the control of the administration. She enjoyed her freedom much too much to give it up just for an education she really didn't need. But if she wanted to stay out of the Ministry's Juvenile Delinquent Center- she had no choice.
She ran a hand through her hair, naturally silky, honey blonde now dyed a dull brown with copper streaks and cropped to sit just above chine length. She'd gelled it to stick out at every angle in unruly spikes- it was her last chance to rebel through her appearance after all- best go out with a kick.
That's how she always went out, after all, with a kick. All one had to do was mention 'home', 'Hogwarts' or 'school' and they'd be sure to receive one- in the face if possible. She didn't look it but Narcissa Silvermoon could pack a punch and throw a kick capable of loosening some teeth if she so saw fit.
That happened when you grew up on the run. Learning to fight, rebellion and no respect for authority. But running was what she did best, she needed to- it was her only chance of survival.
She had thankfully avoided seeing her father for the past three years because of her aptitude in running skills. She'd been successfully running from him for the past three years....in her second year at Hogwarts though he'd come to see her on her birthday- she'd never forget that particular birthday present...
She shook her head- no need to pass down memory lane right now. She knew that even thinking about the beating she'd received while turning twelve was enough to give her nightmares for the next week- she didn't need to make school even more hellish then it already was.
But, she had to admit, that physical demonstration of her father's hatred towards her had lead to a tentative compromise between herself and Albus Dumbledore- the headmaster would compassionately prevent her father from visiting her during school if she showed up at Kings Cross Station for the beginning of term every year. Her summers, they had agreed, were hers to do with as she pleased- she pleased running from the Ministry who tried to return her to her father. Normally going overseas to escape their reach of power she earned enough money to order new school things and live off whatever she could find. It was a hard, unpredictable life but anything was better then living with him...
She shuddered, last year he'd put out a 'lost child' report with a considerable amount of money attached for the one who brought her home- she'd almost died of fear when caught.
Thankfully Professor McGonagall had appeared like an angle from heaven, paid the man off and put her up for the remaining of the summer.
Unfortunately while bidding for adoption rights (of which Narcissa had agreed wholeheartedly) the Ministry had tracked Narcissa to drug trafficking in Mexico and off she'd flown again. It was because of the Professors' agreeing to questioning under Veritaserum that she'd escaped imprisonment for 'housing a criminal', of which Narcissa was eternally grateful. She viewed Minerva -for that's what she'd been allowed to call her during her stay and almost adoption that summer- as an aunt/mother figure in her life, she'd've died of sorrow if any harm had come to the lady she so admired, especially if it was her fault.
After that Albus Dumbledore had petitioned for having her trafficking case dropped as long as she remain in school- he even went so far as to offer to be her parole officer. And went it all came down to it, ever member of the jury knew of Mr. Silvermoons' abusive behavior (which was why his wife had filed for divorce just after the birth of their second child- Narcissa) and so it was dropped- as long as Thomas Silvermoon stayed out of the limelight for his abusiveness.
Why didn't she just sue her father? Because she knew that he had more friends in higher positions then her friends, he would win any law suit she threw at him and she'd be forced to live with him then, as soon as she entered the Ministry she was at their mercy- she wasn't stupid, you couldn't escape the system, just avoid it for as long as possible. And so here she sat, on the Hogwarts Express awaiting the long train ride to her *beloved* British boarding school where she'd wear long black robes to class, hand in stupid homework and ignore the petty bigotry of the best her fucked-up country could scrape up.
She sighed heavily watching the other students crowd around the station. Hugging each other after summers spent apart, trading stories, comparing notes, getting last-minute parting gifts from parents and watching the brick wall from platform nine and three quarters for arriving friends. The only ones currently on the train were trembling first years and when they saw the closed door of her compartment they knew it was occupied.
She'd arrived at two a.m. that morning- the ministry was always on her tail trying to figure out just where she disappeared to every summer. She did her best to keep them on their toes and far off her tracks.
Last year she'd arrived mere seconds before the train departed, her taxi driver had been so surprised by the group of oddly dressed men that had suddenly jumped out of the shadows to assault him with questions that he'd forgotten to ask her for her fare- the Minister, Mr. Harold Potter had had to foot the bill.
She still owed him the eighty-five pound taxi fare. she laughed mirthlessly wishing she could have seen his face at the price- she'd made sure to cut her arrival close knowing the Ministry would be waiting but little did they expect her to arrive in the country via muggle air services at Gatwick Airport and then boot it to Mayfair in an hour and twenty minutes only to fly past them through the barrier in Kings Cross Station after promising the cabby that some well dressed business men would be there to foot her bill.
She's played their game that day. Games of assumption weren't her style, but it helped to think like the enemy on occasion. And yes, the Ministry was the enemy. They wanted to send her back to a father they *knew* was abusive. It was the Ministry she feared the most. But on that glorious day the morons had played into her hands.
She'd known they'd assume several things. One being that she wouldn't miss the train- if she did she was fair game for them. Two being that she'd walk- they'd thought her poor enough not to be able to pay cab fare and so they been thrown off by having someone to question about her whereabouts- not that she'd told the man anything, but again they'd assumed he'd know. And third was that she'd have a trunk and possibly a cage with her to have to carry, thus giving them a chance to get her as she struggled with the monstrosities wizards carried around.
They were so stupid.
Every year before her heated departure from school she made sure to give her things over to a prof to care for while she ran. All of her possessions necessary for school remained either with Albus Dumbledore himself or Minerva, or Sybil Trelawny or any other teacher she felt comfortable with entrusting her things. And so while she raced for the train she'd had nothing with her but her rucksack containing a change of clothes, essentials and ID.
Fake ID of course. That was how she kept the ministry off her toes so much, she had five different faces, names, social security numbers, birth certificates and bank accounts- all of which were 100% muggle and not traceable to Narcissa Silvermoon- Dark Witch.
If there was a system, she'd fixed it, if there was a rule, she's broken it, if there was a document she'd forged it and if there was an exception, she was it.
And somehow only one student in the entire school knew the full extent of her summer gallivanting. Of course the Hogwarts population knew she was a run away and doing parole time with Albus Dumbeldore but that was all they knew. The fact that she'd robbed a bank in Illinois, broken a cops jaw in Ontario and sold drugs in Australia was news to them.... at least she hoped it never was.
Narcissa enjoyed flying under the radar, she didn't want the spotlight, glory or anything else that came with being popular. Fans turned fickle the moment you slipped, friends turned backs the moment you fell, people always watched out for number one- themselves.
"You're brooding." Came a deep voice from the door of her compartment.
She looked up to see Severus Snape leaning in the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest arrogantly. His shoulder length black hair practically dripped from his scalp in silky waves. While others thought it greasy Narcissa was the only out-of-house person to have ever gotten close enough to see that was others referred to as 'slimy tangles' was in fact hair so fine and glossy most girls fought for hours to achieve the perfection he loathed to admit was natural. Black eyes so black they shone green in candlelight and skin so white it seemed unhealthy made up what the student body described as 'the most repulsive fifth year'.
"Not anymore." She smiled. The six-foot-even Slytherin gracefully pushed himself off of his doorframe letting it slide closed behind him and slid over to the seat opposite her. His long fingered hand ran through his hair languidly, almost absently, as he too turned to look out the window.
Between them, words were not needed. Their deep friendship and thorough respect spread to the point of a blood bond they had shared in third year. After the first train ride of their first day the two of them had found each other and both refused to let go. They were the exception to Hogwarts bigotry. They were proof that inter-house relationships were possible.
Of course Narcissas' fellow Gryffindors didn't like it- but then Gryffindors were practically worshipped at Hogwarts, the golden children, kind, helpful and compassionate. Narcissa was none of these things.
On the other hand Slytherins were viewed as shallow and evil.
It was funny how the Slytherins were the ones that didn't condone their friendship like the Gryffindors did....
"You don't make a convincing brunette." Severus said at last. She turned her eyes to her friends who was leaning back in his seat, his haunting gaze fixed on her like he was trying to absorb every feature not already ingrained into his mind. She blinked at him and leaned back, fixing her gaze against his defiantly under her makeup elongated lashes.
"You don't make a convincing romantic." She countered.
A slow smile broke out across Severus' face and he gave a slow heavy laugh that shook his chest under his tight black tank top. "That's a secret- Lady Macbeth."
"Aye, Romeo." She winked at him giving him a lopsided grin. Her eyes traveled him another moment, a heavy silver chain around his neck with his family crest dangling from it in brightly polished silver glinted at her from just between his pectorals. Flat stomach, thin waist and femininely jutting hips gave way to long slender legs covered with black dress pants and glossy black dress shoes met her appreciative eyes.
"Like what you see?" he quipped glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, lips quirked mischievously- he'd caught her giving him the once over, a second time.
"Always. You look buff." She commented glancing at his arms and chest.
"I got a horse for my birthday from Da. I spent as much time as possible in the stables. English, Western, Rodio you name the style of equestrianism I learned it. I can shoot an arrow at a marker fifty feet away while riding Storm." He said proudly flexing his biceps for her amusement.
"Maybe you'll make Beater on the house team this year." She said.
"I hope so. I hear James is trying for seeker and Black for chaser- I'd love to kick some Gryffindor ass."
"I'd like to see you do it."
"You should try out, you'd be an awesome keeper."
"I'll tryout, we both know it. But I'd be too busy trying to hit Black or Potter to do much good." She gave an evil sneer and casually flicked some dirt from her shoulder. "Besides Longbottom in captain and we both know how much Frank hates me."
There was an uneasy silence between them for a moment. Some people passed by in the hall and Severus muttered something about only having three minutes left until the train would be leaving. Narcissa nodded absently and then jumped as she remembered the gift she'd bought him. "I was in Atlanta!" she stated as if that would solve world hunger. She grabbed her rucksack and Severus winced- it had a few more patches and a couple extra 'stitch-ups' in the nearly gray faded jean. It sported a few more press-ons with things like 'Fuck The World' and 'I'm a Fugitive/You Didn't See Me' embroidered in vibrant colours on it. He'd always despised the old bag and had offered on countless times to replace it, but Narcissa said it had character and cherished it. He gave a small laugh as he read 'Don't piss me off, I'm running out of places to hide the bodies' written in thick black marker down one side- he's bet money she'd stolen that from a muggle bumper sticker.
Triumphantly she pulled out a package and Severus caught the cigarettes with one hand. He gave her a two fingered salute to his forehead before tucking the 'cancer sticks' safely where the teachers wouldn't see them. Severus didn't smoke a lot, in fact he only did it casually but he did enjoy it and Atlanta cigarettes were his all time favorite.
The platform was emptied save for a few concerned mothers and the last- minute mad-dashers scattered here and there. The train gave a lurch and started up slowly, pulling out of the station and picking up pace. The scenery started to whiz by the window- they were on their way to Narcissas bane and Severus' haven.
"Here we go." She turned back to him, hitching up her jean sleeved corset top and fixing her jeans to be more comfortable. She kicked off her shoes, sending the worn sneakers flying across the cabin. Leaning her back against the wall of the compartment she picked at her already chipped black nail polish.
Severus pulled out his wand from where it was tucked near the small of his back and began playing with it, much as a majorette would a baton. He spun it into the air and caught it, watching it as if mesmerized.
"They taught it to me."
"Oh?" //The Unforgivables..//
"I preformed it on a cat."
"Ah."
"He touched me again......He's so cold..... he told me my skin made him feel high... he was high at the time though....It hurt."
Narcissa raised her navy blue painted eyes to her friend. She said nothing. If wanted to talk about it more, he would ask. If he needed time, she'd give it to him. Anything they shared was offered, not pushed. She ran a suddenly dry tongue over black-red painted lips. Her and Severus were very much the same in very different ways. Both were from Dark families, Severus lived with both his parents, born, raised and taught in Snape Mansion. Narcissa ran away from the Silvermoon estate with her mother when she was eight and at the death of her mother at age ten she'd been returned to her father for the summer before attending Hogwarts- she'd been running since. But beyond that- neither of them had ever experienced love. Sex, yes. Love, no. Sex for any reason but love- yes. Both had been beaten by their parents, both knew that upon return to their parents they'd be beaten, neither were liked much in school outside a very select group of people, both were keeping secrets from the other, both knew the other was keeping secrets but wouldn't push and each had saved the other from suicide.
Severus was raped on a continual basis at home. By Tom Riddle, with whom his father also shared his bed, by his father, his mother, Lucifer Malfoy and anyone else who happened to be visiting was known to Narcissa as having taken advantage of her friend. Because of this he did not approach members of any sex for relationships- he was scared of sex, he was scared of men and women alike, but he was too proud to admit this fear and Narcissa respected this. And so he suffered jabs at being asexual- or not having reached puberty, though that was just idiocy to say because it was obvious by the depth of his voice and his stature that he was indeed a man.
Sexual pursuit was something that Narcissa never participated in either, though she too had had her share of rape courtesy of her father and brothel owners, she also worked as a stripper and took some on the side 'favors' to get more cash. She also didn't want to drag someone into her world of loneliness and ministry suspicion so she refrained from corrupting the innocents of Hogwarts..
Because of this it was a common jib thrown at them that they fucked each other senseless every chance they got. But they took it in stride. They were friends and neither could ever bring themselves to fall in love with the other- both were too unpredictable, too independent, too head strong, too on edge and much too emotionally stressed to do either a world of good on that level- they'd drag each other down until they ended up killing each other, or themselves.
The door to their compartment opened, both raised their eyes to see Aranna Finch, a Ravenclaw, come in. She was a cute girl, her hair was a tad too long and the bags under her eyes sported a little too much makeup but her smile was genuine and her laughter honest. Ara, as they called her, was the most brilliant girl in her house, but her tendency to drop into substance abuse, depression and self-mutilation brought her marks to just above passing- as long as she was high for her exam she could pass with flying colours. True to her house she wore a navy blue pullover and bronzed jeans that looked stiff. Had the sleeves been short Narcissa was positive she'd see track marks along the girls' pale flesh- but not for long.
"You look well, Ara."
"Yeah, I'm flying." She quirked back, falling into the seat beside Narcissa and staring off into space. She gave a harsh sounding laugh that failed to reach past her lips and fell dead short of sounding convincing. She really was flying, her eyes were dilated and her breathing was deep and shallow. Narcissa flipped her wrist, snapping her wand free of the quick release straps she kept on her upper arm for convenience sake and rolled up the black haired girls' sleeves for her. There they were, black, blue, green, bloody and fresh. It looked like she had slit a wrist again, only one as usual, and that she'd been running out of places to inject, cut, stab or mutilate herself. Narcissa shook her head, she knew what it was like to be here and she only hoped someone would pull Ara out before she died of it.
Just as Narcissa finished the last hiding charm, willing the marks to become invisible, entered Justin Fletchley. He was shorter then most boys his age by now, almost by a head, sweet faced, dirty blond hair, slight shoulders, lean and barely muscled he hid in the shadows, did his homework and stayed out of trouble mostly. He didn't speak directly to anyone and offered nothing but barking respect to anyone his senior. Little did many know that young fifteen-year-old Justin lived with his ageing grandmother and worked day and night to keep the muggle foster society off their family's backs. He supported not only the old woman but two sisters, four brothers and a baby cousin as well. Because of this he slaved summers to earn enough to keep their small apartment and heating going all year round while his brothers helped stalk shelves at the corner store they lived over and his sister sewed clothes for them to keep warm from material donated by charities. Justin was lucky to be able to make it to school every year, it had been his parents dieing wish to see him trained under Albus Dumbledore and because of this Justin did not pay for his education, the headmaster saw to it that he got it free, because of his hardships. Justin was a well liked, thought quiet, Hufflepuff.
He'd sworn to both Severus and Narcissa that he would marry Aranna some day and they'd have *one* child whom he would name after the appropriately sexed parent. They had both believed him.
And so together they were the school misfits- and they didn't want it any other way.
Justin seated himself, his cords were tattered and frayed but he wore them as if they shone and his hair and face were dirty but he smiled bravely and sat tall. "I'm glad you came back Narcissa, I didn't see you rushing for the train and I was hoping you hadn't missed it. Severus you look well, those are very nice shoes." He stole a glance at Ara and saw her gazing goofily up at the ceiling. "What's she on today?"
"I don't know- she says she's flying if that's any help." Severus said solemnly staring at his hands, he'd once joked about concocting a drug just for Ara and naming it after her, she'd thought he was serious had taken the news of it being a joke badly, Severus hadn't been able to look at her in the eye- high or not- since.
"Well, well, well if it isn't dumb, dumber, asshole and bitch back at school."
Three pairs of eyes turned to fix on one Mr. Sirius Black lounging in the doorframe. "I'm sad to see you've all decided to return and torture us all with your presence. I'd thought you'd be smart enough to stay away by now." He frowned. Narcissa, Severus and Justin were on their feet at once.
"There are no teachers here to save your sorry ass, Black. Go crawl back under the rock where you came from or they'll only be pieces left."
"Don't get your knickers in a knot Snape I just thought I'd come say hello- tell you to wash your greasy hair and wish you all a happy little drug sucking orgy." He clipped his expensive looking black boots on the floor, turned his dark jean clad rear away, shrugged his red silk shirt a little higher on his tall, muscled frame and shut their compartment door.
They all sat down warily. Black was known to insult when no one but they were around and show up later with his goodie-goodie Gryffindor friends when their anger had piqued only to get them in trouble. Mind, it had stopped working in second year he still enjoyed knowing they would hurt him while he was out numbered for fear of expulsion. Expulsion was their greatest fear.
Ara sighed happily in her own little world, obliviously content to sigh at nothing.
Severus glowered, a common expression for him to wear.
Justin yawned and stretched before curling up to sleep.
Narcissa folded her arms across her chest and fixed her eyes out the window finding solace in the silence of her friends and deep thrum of the train.
This year was going to be just like every other.
(Originally Titled: Fuck the Law 'Cause it Can't Fuck Back)
By: Reirei no miko
Summary: Narcissa is a fifteen year old runaway, wanted by the ministry, muggle police and her father for theft, fights, drug trafficking and prostitution, but what happens when she's caught and returned to the life she's fleeing? Can her fellow Gryffindors save her in time?
Please e-mail me at: Reirei_no_miko@hotmail.com feel free to send a new title idea, opinions and comments as well!
If you want it: Just tell me, I love to share!
Fan Art: Please? Pretty, pretty please?
Note: This whole idea is based off of a picture by Tina, you can go see it at: www.geocities.com/mwppmap it's under art, requests Narcissa and Lily, mind Narcissa is wearing Slytherin colours but.......
Note 2: My cannon was the books- the third movie where the Marauders are introduced isn't even a movie yet so La-Di-Da
Warnings: This chapter: PG-13 swearing and adult situations Whole Story: R for angst, rape, torture and psychological manipulation
Note 3: I wanted to make this NC-17 but because of the new guidelines I can't, could someone please post this where that's accepted?
Reirei: I don't own anything but my own plot and version of Narcissa- and I'm glad J.K. Rowling wrote what she did so we could screw around with it- which is all I'm doing people, screwing around. The books will come into play and everything in them will happen, I promise! Draco won't change nor with -ANY- dialogue not work......
I'll shut up now.
Chapter 1- Fuck the Ministry
It was never easy, getting back on the train, submitting herself back under the control of the administration. She enjoyed her freedom much too much to give it up just for an education she really didn't need. But if she wanted to stay out of the Ministry's Juvenile Delinquent Center- she had no choice.
She ran a hand through her hair, naturally silky, honey blonde now dyed a dull brown with copper streaks and cropped to sit just above chine length. She'd gelled it to stick out at every angle in unruly spikes- it was her last chance to rebel through her appearance after all- best go out with a kick.
That's how she always went out, after all, with a kick. All one had to do was mention 'home', 'Hogwarts' or 'school' and they'd be sure to receive one- in the face if possible. She didn't look it but Narcissa Silvermoon could pack a punch and throw a kick capable of loosening some teeth if she so saw fit.
That happened when you grew up on the run. Learning to fight, rebellion and no respect for authority. But running was what she did best, she needed to- it was her only chance of survival.
She had thankfully avoided seeing her father for the past three years because of her aptitude in running skills. She'd been successfully running from him for the past three years....in her second year at Hogwarts though he'd come to see her on her birthday- she'd never forget that particular birthday present...
She shook her head- no need to pass down memory lane right now. She knew that even thinking about the beating she'd received while turning twelve was enough to give her nightmares for the next week- she didn't need to make school even more hellish then it already was.
But, she had to admit, that physical demonstration of her father's hatred towards her had lead to a tentative compromise between herself and Albus Dumbledore- the headmaster would compassionately prevent her father from visiting her during school if she showed up at Kings Cross Station for the beginning of term every year. Her summers, they had agreed, were hers to do with as she pleased- she pleased running from the Ministry who tried to return her to her father. Normally going overseas to escape their reach of power she earned enough money to order new school things and live off whatever she could find. It was a hard, unpredictable life but anything was better then living with him...
She shuddered, last year he'd put out a 'lost child' report with a considerable amount of money attached for the one who brought her home- she'd almost died of fear when caught.
Thankfully Professor McGonagall had appeared like an angle from heaven, paid the man off and put her up for the remaining of the summer.
Unfortunately while bidding for adoption rights (of which Narcissa had agreed wholeheartedly) the Ministry had tracked Narcissa to drug trafficking in Mexico and off she'd flown again. It was because of the Professors' agreeing to questioning under Veritaserum that she'd escaped imprisonment for 'housing a criminal', of which Narcissa was eternally grateful. She viewed Minerva -for that's what she'd been allowed to call her during her stay and almost adoption that summer- as an aunt/mother figure in her life, she'd've died of sorrow if any harm had come to the lady she so admired, especially if it was her fault.
After that Albus Dumbledore had petitioned for having her trafficking case dropped as long as she remain in school- he even went so far as to offer to be her parole officer. And went it all came down to it, ever member of the jury knew of Mr. Silvermoons' abusive behavior (which was why his wife had filed for divorce just after the birth of their second child- Narcissa) and so it was dropped- as long as Thomas Silvermoon stayed out of the limelight for his abusiveness.
Why didn't she just sue her father? Because she knew that he had more friends in higher positions then her friends, he would win any law suit she threw at him and she'd be forced to live with him then, as soon as she entered the Ministry she was at their mercy- she wasn't stupid, you couldn't escape the system, just avoid it for as long as possible. And so here she sat, on the Hogwarts Express awaiting the long train ride to her *beloved* British boarding school where she'd wear long black robes to class, hand in stupid homework and ignore the petty bigotry of the best her fucked-up country could scrape up.
She sighed heavily watching the other students crowd around the station. Hugging each other after summers spent apart, trading stories, comparing notes, getting last-minute parting gifts from parents and watching the brick wall from platform nine and three quarters for arriving friends. The only ones currently on the train were trembling first years and when they saw the closed door of her compartment they knew it was occupied.
She'd arrived at two a.m. that morning- the ministry was always on her tail trying to figure out just where she disappeared to every summer. She did her best to keep them on their toes and far off her tracks.
Last year she'd arrived mere seconds before the train departed, her taxi driver had been so surprised by the group of oddly dressed men that had suddenly jumped out of the shadows to assault him with questions that he'd forgotten to ask her for her fare- the Minister, Mr. Harold Potter had had to foot the bill.
She still owed him the eighty-five pound taxi fare. she laughed mirthlessly wishing she could have seen his face at the price- she'd made sure to cut her arrival close knowing the Ministry would be waiting but little did they expect her to arrive in the country via muggle air services at Gatwick Airport and then boot it to Mayfair in an hour and twenty minutes only to fly past them through the barrier in Kings Cross Station after promising the cabby that some well dressed business men would be there to foot her bill.
She's played their game that day. Games of assumption weren't her style, but it helped to think like the enemy on occasion. And yes, the Ministry was the enemy. They wanted to send her back to a father they *knew* was abusive. It was the Ministry she feared the most. But on that glorious day the morons had played into her hands.
She'd known they'd assume several things. One being that she wouldn't miss the train- if she did she was fair game for them. Two being that she'd walk- they'd thought her poor enough not to be able to pay cab fare and so they been thrown off by having someone to question about her whereabouts- not that she'd told the man anything, but again they'd assumed he'd know. And third was that she'd have a trunk and possibly a cage with her to have to carry, thus giving them a chance to get her as she struggled with the monstrosities wizards carried around.
They were so stupid.
Every year before her heated departure from school she made sure to give her things over to a prof to care for while she ran. All of her possessions necessary for school remained either with Albus Dumbledore himself or Minerva, or Sybil Trelawny or any other teacher she felt comfortable with entrusting her things. And so while she raced for the train she'd had nothing with her but her rucksack containing a change of clothes, essentials and ID.
Fake ID of course. That was how she kept the ministry off her toes so much, she had five different faces, names, social security numbers, birth certificates and bank accounts- all of which were 100% muggle and not traceable to Narcissa Silvermoon- Dark Witch.
If there was a system, she'd fixed it, if there was a rule, she's broken it, if there was a document she'd forged it and if there was an exception, she was it.
And somehow only one student in the entire school knew the full extent of her summer gallivanting. Of course the Hogwarts population knew she was a run away and doing parole time with Albus Dumbeldore but that was all they knew. The fact that she'd robbed a bank in Illinois, broken a cops jaw in Ontario and sold drugs in Australia was news to them.... at least she hoped it never was.
Narcissa enjoyed flying under the radar, she didn't want the spotlight, glory or anything else that came with being popular. Fans turned fickle the moment you slipped, friends turned backs the moment you fell, people always watched out for number one- themselves.
"You're brooding." Came a deep voice from the door of her compartment.
She looked up to see Severus Snape leaning in the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest arrogantly. His shoulder length black hair practically dripped from his scalp in silky waves. While others thought it greasy Narcissa was the only out-of-house person to have ever gotten close enough to see that was others referred to as 'slimy tangles' was in fact hair so fine and glossy most girls fought for hours to achieve the perfection he loathed to admit was natural. Black eyes so black they shone green in candlelight and skin so white it seemed unhealthy made up what the student body described as 'the most repulsive fifth year'.
"Not anymore." She smiled. The six-foot-even Slytherin gracefully pushed himself off of his doorframe letting it slide closed behind him and slid over to the seat opposite her. His long fingered hand ran through his hair languidly, almost absently, as he too turned to look out the window.
Between them, words were not needed. Their deep friendship and thorough respect spread to the point of a blood bond they had shared in third year. After the first train ride of their first day the two of them had found each other and both refused to let go. They were the exception to Hogwarts bigotry. They were proof that inter-house relationships were possible.
Of course Narcissas' fellow Gryffindors didn't like it- but then Gryffindors were practically worshipped at Hogwarts, the golden children, kind, helpful and compassionate. Narcissa was none of these things.
On the other hand Slytherins were viewed as shallow and evil.
It was funny how the Slytherins were the ones that didn't condone their friendship like the Gryffindors did....
"You don't make a convincing brunette." Severus said at last. She turned her eyes to her friends who was leaning back in his seat, his haunting gaze fixed on her like he was trying to absorb every feature not already ingrained into his mind. She blinked at him and leaned back, fixing her gaze against his defiantly under her makeup elongated lashes.
"You don't make a convincing romantic." She countered.
A slow smile broke out across Severus' face and he gave a slow heavy laugh that shook his chest under his tight black tank top. "That's a secret- Lady Macbeth."
"Aye, Romeo." She winked at him giving him a lopsided grin. Her eyes traveled him another moment, a heavy silver chain around his neck with his family crest dangling from it in brightly polished silver glinted at her from just between his pectorals. Flat stomach, thin waist and femininely jutting hips gave way to long slender legs covered with black dress pants and glossy black dress shoes met her appreciative eyes.
"Like what you see?" he quipped glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, lips quirked mischievously- he'd caught her giving him the once over, a second time.
"Always. You look buff." She commented glancing at his arms and chest.
"I got a horse for my birthday from Da. I spent as much time as possible in the stables. English, Western, Rodio you name the style of equestrianism I learned it. I can shoot an arrow at a marker fifty feet away while riding Storm." He said proudly flexing his biceps for her amusement.
"Maybe you'll make Beater on the house team this year." She said.
"I hope so. I hear James is trying for seeker and Black for chaser- I'd love to kick some Gryffindor ass."
"I'd like to see you do it."
"You should try out, you'd be an awesome keeper."
"I'll tryout, we both know it. But I'd be too busy trying to hit Black or Potter to do much good." She gave an evil sneer and casually flicked some dirt from her shoulder. "Besides Longbottom in captain and we both know how much Frank hates me."
There was an uneasy silence between them for a moment. Some people passed by in the hall and Severus muttered something about only having three minutes left until the train would be leaving. Narcissa nodded absently and then jumped as she remembered the gift she'd bought him. "I was in Atlanta!" she stated as if that would solve world hunger. She grabbed her rucksack and Severus winced- it had a few more patches and a couple extra 'stitch-ups' in the nearly gray faded jean. It sported a few more press-ons with things like 'Fuck The World' and 'I'm a Fugitive/You Didn't See Me' embroidered in vibrant colours on it. He'd always despised the old bag and had offered on countless times to replace it, but Narcissa said it had character and cherished it. He gave a small laugh as he read 'Don't piss me off, I'm running out of places to hide the bodies' written in thick black marker down one side- he's bet money she'd stolen that from a muggle bumper sticker.
Triumphantly she pulled out a package and Severus caught the cigarettes with one hand. He gave her a two fingered salute to his forehead before tucking the 'cancer sticks' safely where the teachers wouldn't see them. Severus didn't smoke a lot, in fact he only did it casually but he did enjoy it and Atlanta cigarettes were his all time favorite.
The platform was emptied save for a few concerned mothers and the last- minute mad-dashers scattered here and there. The train gave a lurch and started up slowly, pulling out of the station and picking up pace. The scenery started to whiz by the window- they were on their way to Narcissas bane and Severus' haven.
"Here we go." She turned back to him, hitching up her jean sleeved corset top and fixing her jeans to be more comfortable. She kicked off her shoes, sending the worn sneakers flying across the cabin. Leaning her back against the wall of the compartment she picked at her already chipped black nail polish.
Severus pulled out his wand from where it was tucked near the small of his back and began playing with it, much as a majorette would a baton. He spun it into the air and caught it, watching it as if mesmerized.
"They taught it to me."
"Oh?" //The Unforgivables..//
"I preformed it on a cat."
"Ah."
"He touched me again......He's so cold..... he told me my skin made him feel high... he was high at the time though....It hurt."
Narcissa raised her navy blue painted eyes to her friend. She said nothing. If wanted to talk about it more, he would ask. If he needed time, she'd give it to him. Anything they shared was offered, not pushed. She ran a suddenly dry tongue over black-red painted lips. Her and Severus were very much the same in very different ways. Both were from Dark families, Severus lived with both his parents, born, raised and taught in Snape Mansion. Narcissa ran away from the Silvermoon estate with her mother when she was eight and at the death of her mother at age ten she'd been returned to her father for the summer before attending Hogwarts- she'd been running since. But beyond that- neither of them had ever experienced love. Sex, yes. Love, no. Sex for any reason but love- yes. Both had been beaten by their parents, both knew that upon return to their parents they'd be beaten, neither were liked much in school outside a very select group of people, both were keeping secrets from the other, both knew the other was keeping secrets but wouldn't push and each had saved the other from suicide.
Severus was raped on a continual basis at home. By Tom Riddle, with whom his father also shared his bed, by his father, his mother, Lucifer Malfoy and anyone else who happened to be visiting was known to Narcissa as having taken advantage of her friend. Because of this he did not approach members of any sex for relationships- he was scared of sex, he was scared of men and women alike, but he was too proud to admit this fear and Narcissa respected this. And so he suffered jabs at being asexual- or not having reached puberty, though that was just idiocy to say because it was obvious by the depth of his voice and his stature that he was indeed a man.
Sexual pursuit was something that Narcissa never participated in either, though she too had had her share of rape courtesy of her father and brothel owners, she also worked as a stripper and took some on the side 'favors' to get more cash. She also didn't want to drag someone into her world of loneliness and ministry suspicion so she refrained from corrupting the innocents of Hogwarts..
Because of this it was a common jib thrown at them that they fucked each other senseless every chance they got. But they took it in stride. They were friends and neither could ever bring themselves to fall in love with the other- both were too unpredictable, too independent, too head strong, too on edge and much too emotionally stressed to do either a world of good on that level- they'd drag each other down until they ended up killing each other, or themselves.
The door to their compartment opened, both raised their eyes to see Aranna Finch, a Ravenclaw, come in. She was a cute girl, her hair was a tad too long and the bags under her eyes sported a little too much makeup but her smile was genuine and her laughter honest. Ara, as they called her, was the most brilliant girl in her house, but her tendency to drop into substance abuse, depression and self-mutilation brought her marks to just above passing- as long as she was high for her exam she could pass with flying colours. True to her house she wore a navy blue pullover and bronzed jeans that looked stiff. Had the sleeves been short Narcissa was positive she'd see track marks along the girls' pale flesh- but not for long.
"You look well, Ara."
"Yeah, I'm flying." She quirked back, falling into the seat beside Narcissa and staring off into space. She gave a harsh sounding laugh that failed to reach past her lips and fell dead short of sounding convincing. She really was flying, her eyes were dilated and her breathing was deep and shallow. Narcissa flipped her wrist, snapping her wand free of the quick release straps she kept on her upper arm for convenience sake and rolled up the black haired girls' sleeves for her. There they were, black, blue, green, bloody and fresh. It looked like she had slit a wrist again, only one as usual, and that she'd been running out of places to inject, cut, stab or mutilate herself. Narcissa shook her head, she knew what it was like to be here and she only hoped someone would pull Ara out before she died of it.
Just as Narcissa finished the last hiding charm, willing the marks to become invisible, entered Justin Fletchley. He was shorter then most boys his age by now, almost by a head, sweet faced, dirty blond hair, slight shoulders, lean and barely muscled he hid in the shadows, did his homework and stayed out of trouble mostly. He didn't speak directly to anyone and offered nothing but barking respect to anyone his senior. Little did many know that young fifteen-year-old Justin lived with his ageing grandmother and worked day and night to keep the muggle foster society off their family's backs. He supported not only the old woman but two sisters, four brothers and a baby cousin as well. Because of this he slaved summers to earn enough to keep their small apartment and heating going all year round while his brothers helped stalk shelves at the corner store they lived over and his sister sewed clothes for them to keep warm from material donated by charities. Justin was lucky to be able to make it to school every year, it had been his parents dieing wish to see him trained under Albus Dumbledore and because of this Justin did not pay for his education, the headmaster saw to it that he got it free, because of his hardships. Justin was a well liked, thought quiet, Hufflepuff.
He'd sworn to both Severus and Narcissa that he would marry Aranna some day and they'd have *one* child whom he would name after the appropriately sexed parent. They had both believed him.
And so together they were the school misfits- and they didn't want it any other way.
Justin seated himself, his cords were tattered and frayed but he wore them as if they shone and his hair and face were dirty but he smiled bravely and sat tall. "I'm glad you came back Narcissa, I didn't see you rushing for the train and I was hoping you hadn't missed it. Severus you look well, those are very nice shoes." He stole a glance at Ara and saw her gazing goofily up at the ceiling. "What's she on today?"
"I don't know- she says she's flying if that's any help." Severus said solemnly staring at his hands, he'd once joked about concocting a drug just for Ara and naming it after her, she'd thought he was serious had taken the news of it being a joke badly, Severus hadn't been able to look at her in the eye- high or not- since.
"Well, well, well if it isn't dumb, dumber, asshole and bitch back at school."
Three pairs of eyes turned to fix on one Mr. Sirius Black lounging in the doorframe. "I'm sad to see you've all decided to return and torture us all with your presence. I'd thought you'd be smart enough to stay away by now." He frowned. Narcissa, Severus and Justin were on their feet at once.
"There are no teachers here to save your sorry ass, Black. Go crawl back under the rock where you came from or they'll only be pieces left."
"Don't get your knickers in a knot Snape I just thought I'd come say hello- tell you to wash your greasy hair and wish you all a happy little drug sucking orgy." He clipped his expensive looking black boots on the floor, turned his dark jean clad rear away, shrugged his red silk shirt a little higher on his tall, muscled frame and shut their compartment door.
They all sat down warily. Black was known to insult when no one but they were around and show up later with his goodie-goodie Gryffindor friends when their anger had piqued only to get them in trouble. Mind, it had stopped working in second year he still enjoyed knowing they would hurt him while he was out numbered for fear of expulsion. Expulsion was their greatest fear.
Ara sighed happily in her own little world, obliviously content to sigh at nothing.
Severus glowered, a common expression for him to wear.
Justin yawned and stretched before curling up to sleep.
Narcissa folded her arms across her chest and fixed her eyes out the window finding solace in the silence of her friends and deep thrum of the train.
This year was going to be just like every other.