Chapter 2-Narcissa's POV

Pain, pain and darkness...If you had told me that was what Lucius Malfoy would bring love to in my 5th year I would have sent you to St Mungo's. I was so happy then, my blue eyes so filled with life as I raced my best friend through the halls.

Lily...Lily Evans, I have not thought of her in years. Since her death in Godric's Hollow, I have pushed her to the farthest place in my thoughts. But now...her pale skin, her fiery auburn hair and her sparking green eyes replace Lucius in my mind. How could I have turned away from her because she loved a Potter? Yet she still named me godmother to Harry. Harry who I have only seen once, at the Quiddich World Cup last year. Harry who Draco constantly curses for existing. Harry...my godson.

"Narcissa" the cold drawl of Lucius makes me look up again.

He sits down on the bed and Draco stands leaning against the door. He picks up my diary, tracing a pale hand over the cover. "When did you start hiding things from me, my wife? Why will you not let me look at this?"

I averted my gaze, unable to look at him in eyes. You are weak, weak, the work echoed in my head. No I will not be weak this time. I looked him strait in the eyes when I answered.

"Since my loyalties stopped lying where yours do, since you stopped loving me." I stood up and wrenched the diary from his grasp and rose from the bed.

Lucius visibly started at my words. "How dare you defy me? The Dark Lord is almighty, he will kill you."

"You are my husband, not my ruler. And I do not plan on letting a mubdblood kill me Lucius." I then turned to Draco,

"So you have made your choice, and I will make mine. Give me time and I may come around but not now. Leave please." I said with a coldness that surprised even me, and they both left sharing glances.

The next day when Lucius and Draco entered my rooms, they did not find me there. Instead they saw on the gray stone walls and message written in blood:

I have made my choice.

Red letters scrawled in elegant script, dripping red blood to the expensive green carpet on the floor.

On the table beside the bed lay two pieces of parchment. In Narcissa's elegant scrawl, one was addressed to Draco, the other to Lucius. With trembling fingers, Lucius handed one to his son before breaking the seal to his own letter.

Dear Lucius,

What more can I say to you other than 'I understand'. What remorse can you feel for me who you stopped loving when I produced your heir? What regret can you bring yourself to feel for the times that you tortured your son when he still follows you so willingly? I loved you Lucius, hell, I still love you against my will. But you betrayed me and I realize it now. Too late to save my dead cousin, but still I see it. The death of Sirius, whether or not I denied any relation to him before, haunts me. I wish for me to have been in his place. I wish to spit at your feet, at the feet of your fucking Lord. Had I known the love of my life would turn out to be a whore of the Dark Lord I would never have married you. You need not follow me Lucius, I understand. You disgust me as much as I disgust you. But forgive me when I say that for all you've done to drive me away, I still love you.

Narcissa

The white parchment dropped from his fingers before Lucius sank disbelievingly on the silk bedsheets. Shutting his eyes, he tried to will the pain, the heartbreak away. Narcissa was gone. Forever. What had he done? After seeing his father's reaction, Draco feared opening his letter, but he did. His already pale face paled when he read:

Dear Draco,

When I told you yesterday to give me time, I had already made my choice and you had already made yours. When I married your father, we performed the Blood Curse along with the Binding Spell, making me as much of a blood Malfoy as you are. I chose to be loyal to him and his master, although I did not know he served Voldemort until after the wedding. Did he never tell you what your lords wedding present was to him Draco? It was a fuck. I suppose he thought it would be fun for me see my newly wed whither in pleasure underneath someone else. I do not tell you this for your pity, my son. There was a time when I loved your father, when I made him, a Malfoy smile for the world to see. There was a time when he looked at me with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. I'm sure you are wincing at this point. I faintly remember that rule #4 states that Malfoys will show no emotion and that rule #6 says love in weak. With is the reason I suppose that he pushed me away after your birth. Why he raised you with such cruelty and punishment. But now Draco, do you not remember your mother? The woman who held you close after while you cries after a beating, the mother who tucked you in, healed your bruises, sang you to sleep? Is this how you repay her? How can you now watch with no trace of anger as the monster you serve tortures her? Yes serve my son. I am only doing my duty as a Malfoy, fulfilling what you and Lucius could and would not. Does rule #1 not clearly state that a Malfoy bows to no one? And now my own son is a mudbloods whore. Did I raise my son to be coward? I should hope not, I should hope that was all Lucius' doing. I loved you and Lucius beyond anything, and still do. Love is weak only to those who are weak. I will leave you now because I cannot stand the guilt of the death of my dear cousin, forever will his memory be guarded by me through my pain and darkness. There is only one person I trust in this world left alive. Forgive me.

Your mother.

Draco choked, his mother's words echoed in his thoughts. He closed his eyes to keep the tears from falling down his face.

Meanwhile I was on my way under an invisibility cloak (Lucius USED to spoil me) to the only person I trusted in this world, Harry Potter, son of Lily Evans