A/N Okay, chapter eight. Tell me what you think, savvy?

Chapter Eight. ~ The Final Revenge.

Narcissa's Diary

Have you ever read the play 'Romeo and Juliet'? A story of deep love and understanding, muggle written with muggle feelings mother always said. But no matter how often she put it down, or threw it in to the fire, I would reach inside the licking flames and retrieve it. It was how I always I imagined love!

Draco is sitting across from me as I am writing this, he is doing his transfiguration homework. Ever so often he will look up and stare at me, and his eyes are misty, hazy as though he does not recognise me.

Well I do not recognise him. He is not my little boy, he is Lucius's child, he is not mine.

There he goes again, staring up at me, wondering who I am. Ah here is Lucius. I laugh in remembrance of my plan. I wonder if he has ever read Romeo and Juliet, I'm thinking no. He will therefore have no idea about the feelings of true love. He has never felt attached to another, safe with another. He serves only himself, and the Dark Lord. But I for one will not bow to the great Lucius Malfoy. It pains me enough to see Draco running after his father, like a shadow on a sunny day.

Lucius beckons to his son, and Draco follows him from the room, without a single glance at his forgotten mother.

When I look back, and I remember the day I first learnt of my condition, I was filled with fear and joy at the same time, almost too scared to be happy. Had I known how it would end. . .but how could I have made it different? How would I have felt destroying my child, killing it before it got a chance to breath. I shake my head. Some women have abortion because it is right for them, but not for me.

Maybe everyone has their place in life, and even before they are born it is neatly drawn out on their tapestry. But wait, I cannot imagine anyone telling Lucius what to do.

I'm going to hurt Lucius, like he has hurt me all these years. I'm going to take away the one thing he values above all else.

Lucius Malfoy left early the next day, he headed towards the ministry and entered the phone box. Meanwhile his wife was sitting at home, watching their son as he flew round the field on his broomstick, yet another present from his father.

Eventually, she walked out on to the field, carrying in her hand a drink for her son. He zoomed to the ground.

"Thanks, mum." He said, awkwardly. The word was unfamiliar on his cruel, cultured tongue, he had not used it often. Narcissa noticed, and hate for Lucius once more pulsed through her veins. How dare

Lucius take away the one thing she had left. Her identity.

He gulped down the drink, and hopped back on the broom, she disappeared into the house.

About half an hour later, Draco appeared in the doorway.

"I don't feel well." He muttered. She grabbed him and pulled him over to the couch.

"It's okay darling, mummy's here, and she's not gonna let anything happen to you." She said, guiding him to sit down.

"I feel really faint." Draco said, struggling to keep his eyes open.

Her heart pounded with love, and pity. "Don't fight it," she muttered. "Just close your eyes, and let all the pain slip away."

Draco began to get scared, he couldn't understand what was happening. "What. . ." he managed to stutter.

"Remember Draco, I love you, I always have, and I won't let anyone take you away from me." She continued.

His eyes began to close, he couldn't fight it.

"We'll be together always, how it was supposed to be. Because trust me, this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. This isn't my life, this isn't me. But once we're free. . ." She stroked his sweaty forehead, as he drifted into a sleep from which he would never awake.

The tears fell from her eyes, as she gulped down a drink of her own.

Narcissa's Diary.

I have taken from Lucius, just as he took from me. At least you cannot harm our son. . .not anymore. . . he is safe from your cruel words, far away from pain. . .I will not let you hurt him. . .he is not yours anymore. . .