Disclaimer: Yet again I'll say that the Harry Potter books don't belong to
me, they belong to the fab J.K. Rowling, and I don't own the song by Good
Charlotte that's in there somewhere either.
Chapter 1
Lucius sat tapping the end of his quill silently. His term of inprisonment at Azkaban was drawing to a close, and Narcissa, his wife of 20 years, was still ignoring him. He was trying to write her a letter, telling her how sorry he was, and how much he loved her, but he was finding it extremely difficult. It wasn't because the love wasn't in their relationship, because it was, it was because he wasn't an expressive man when it came to feelings. In fact, the only time that he'd ever told her that he loved her was on the day they were married and the day that their son, Draco, was born.
He started to draw on the table with his quill, absent-mindedly humming a song. It was one by a band that Draco was always listening to; "Good Charly"..."Charlotte" or something along those lines. As he sang the words to the song, and idea came to him.
Dear Narcissa,
I don't know whether you have been informed of my imminent release from Azkaban, so I'm writing to tell you that I'll be out in five days time. Will there be a place for me when I return home?
I know that I've caused you hurt, and I have apologised before for it, I'll apologise again. I'd do anything for you, anything at all. I love you.
I know that I don't say it often, and that's another of the many mistakes that I've made. But I do, love you I mean, from the bottom of my heart. I can't imagine life without you. I don't want to either. (are you crying yet?) As I was sitting here trying to think of something appropriate to write, I started to hum one of those songs by those people that Draco likes so much: Good Charlotte. And I realised that the words to the song are exactly what I want to say.
"Oh my love, please don't cry, I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life. I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right, all I know is that I love you tonight."
It's really up to you, but remember that I can change, if that's what you want.
Yours forever, Lucius
He set the quill down and folded the parchment several times. It slipped easily into the small pouch on the Little Owl's leg.
"You know where to go Spike," he whispered, gently stroking the owl on the head. It hopped between the bars and flew off purposefully, having delivered several letters to Narcissa before. Lucius lay down on his bed and stared at the damp ceiling, waiting for her reply.
Oh, by the way, I'm not gonna put the second chapter up until I get...5 reviews, so get typing!
Chapter 1
Lucius sat tapping the end of his quill silently. His term of inprisonment at Azkaban was drawing to a close, and Narcissa, his wife of 20 years, was still ignoring him. He was trying to write her a letter, telling her how sorry he was, and how much he loved her, but he was finding it extremely difficult. It wasn't because the love wasn't in their relationship, because it was, it was because he wasn't an expressive man when it came to feelings. In fact, the only time that he'd ever told her that he loved her was on the day they were married and the day that their son, Draco, was born.
He started to draw on the table with his quill, absent-mindedly humming a song. It was one by a band that Draco was always listening to; "Good Charly"..."Charlotte" or something along those lines. As he sang the words to the song, and idea came to him.
Dear Narcissa,
I don't know whether you have been informed of my imminent release from Azkaban, so I'm writing to tell you that I'll be out in five days time. Will there be a place for me when I return home?
I know that I've caused you hurt, and I have apologised before for it, I'll apologise again. I'd do anything for you, anything at all. I love you.
I know that I don't say it often, and that's another of the many mistakes that I've made. But I do, love you I mean, from the bottom of my heart. I can't imagine life without you. I don't want to either. (are you crying yet?) As I was sitting here trying to think of something appropriate to write, I started to hum one of those songs by those people that Draco likes so much: Good Charlotte. And I realised that the words to the song are exactly what I want to say.
"Oh my love, please don't cry, I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life. I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right, all I know is that I love you tonight."
It's really up to you, but remember that I can change, if that's what you want.
Yours forever, Lucius
He set the quill down and folded the parchment several times. It slipped easily into the small pouch on the Little Owl's leg.
"You know where to go Spike," he whispered, gently stroking the owl on the head. It hopped between the bars and flew off purposefully, having delivered several letters to Narcissa before. Lucius lay down on his bed and stared at the damp ceiling, waiting for her reply.
Oh, by the way, I'm not gonna put the second chapter up until I get...5 reviews, so get typing!