Part Ten:
When Narcissa Disapperated back to Remus's, she found him in the living room, where she'd left him. He was sitting on the couch, but he stood up as soon as she came in. "Narcissa!" he cried, rushing to her. But she held up her hands to stop him, and he gasped. "Oh, my God, what-"
Narcissa looked down at her hands. One held the silver dagger, and both were covered in blood. Remus stopped and examined her. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," she managed to gulp out. She was busy staring at her hands. Stained in her husband's blood.
"You killed him?" he whispered. She barely heard him. She managed to nod.
Remus's gaze turned to the dagger. "You should get rid of that." Narcissa nodded and went back to her bedroom. Ignoring the fact that her hands were covered in blood, she dug through her trunk. At the bottom, she found what she was looking for: an old wooden box. It was a Muggle music box. Narcissa stood up and opened it. A ballerina wearing a torn and yellowed skirt twirled jerkily to the tinkling music. The box, she knew, had belonged to her grandmother.
But it was what was inside the box that interested Narcissa more. The Malfoy jewels. Necklaces, earrings, bracelets of gold, diamonds, silver, and other jewels glinted at her. She hadn't looked at them since the night of a Malfoy party, so long ago...
Narcissa threw the dagger inside and slammed the box shut. She turned towards the door to find Remus in the doorway, giving her a curious look. "I have a plan," she said quickly, before rushing past him. She hurried to the kitchen, out the back door, down the hill...
On the outskirts of Remus's backyard was a large stream. Sometimes Narcissa liked to go outside and look at it. She'd even been in it a couple of times, pulling the legs of her Muggle pants up and climbing in. But that hadn't kept her from getting her clothing wet: the stream had gone up to her waist. Narcissa stood at the bank of the stream, watching the way the moon (nearly full), danced on the water. She gave the box, full of things she hated, one last look.
Then she threw it in the water.
She didn't know that Remus was standing behind her until he put his hands on her shoulders. "Do you want to go inside now, darling?"
"No, not yet." Narcissa knelt down at the edge of the stream and stuck her hands in. She let the gentle flowing of the water slowly wash Lucius's blood from her hands. When the were finally clean, she stood up and turned around to face her lover, who'd been standing there watching her.
"I killed him."
"I know," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "But it's okay."
"I know it is," she whispered, burying her head in his shoulder. "I think he wanted me to."
There was a silence for a few minutes as Remus held Narcissa close to him. Finally, Narcissa took her head off of his shoulder and looked into his eyes. "Remus," she whispered, "I'm finally free."
When Narcissa Disapperated back to Remus's, she found him in the living room, where she'd left him. He was sitting on the couch, but he stood up as soon as she came in. "Narcissa!" he cried, rushing to her. But she held up her hands to stop him, and he gasped. "Oh, my God, what-"
Narcissa looked down at her hands. One held the silver dagger, and both were covered in blood. Remus stopped and examined her. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," she managed to gulp out. She was busy staring at her hands. Stained in her husband's blood.
"You killed him?" he whispered. She barely heard him. She managed to nod.
Remus's gaze turned to the dagger. "You should get rid of that." Narcissa nodded and went back to her bedroom. Ignoring the fact that her hands were covered in blood, she dug through her trunk. At the bottom, she found what she was looking for: an old wooden box. It was a Muggle music box. Narcissa stood up and opened it. A ballerina wearing a torn and yellowed skirt twirled jerkily to the tinkling music. The box, she knew, had belonged to her grandmother.
But it was what was inside the box that interested Narcissa more. The Malfoy jewels. Necklaces, earrings, bracelets of gold, diamonds, silver, and other jewels glinted at her. She hadn't looked at them since the night of a Malfoy party, so long ago...
Narcissa threw the dagger inside and slammed the box shut. She turned towards the door to find Remus in the doorway, giving her a curious look. "I have a plan," she said quickly, before rushing past him. She hurried to the kitchen, out the back door, down the hill...
On the outskirts of Remus's backyard was a large stream. Sometimes Narcissa liked to go outside and look at it. She'd even been in it a couple of times, pulling the legs of her Muggle pants up and climbing in. But that hadn't kept her from getting her clothing wet: the stream had gone up to her waist. Narcissa stood at the bank of the stream, watching the way the moon (nearly full), danced on the water. She gave the box, full of things she hated, one last look.
Then she threw it in the water.
She didn't know that Remus was standing behind her until he put his hands on her shoulders. "Do you want to go inside now, darling?"
"No, not yet." Narcissa knelt down at the edge of the stream and stuck her hands in. She let the gentle flowing of the water slowly wash Lucius's blood from her hands. When the were finally clean, she stood up and turned around to face her lover, who'd been standing there watching her.
"I killed him."
"I know," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "But it's okay."
"I know it is," she whispered, burying her head in his shoulder. "I think he wanted me to."
There was a silence for a few minutes as Remus held Narcissa close to him. Finally, Narcissa took her head off of his shoulder and looked into his eyes. "Remus," she whispered, "I'm finally free."