A/N I've decided to do Narcissa's because it's what my mind really wants to do and I'm afraid if I put it off and try writing the next chapter about Draco, it will be lacking since I won't be into it.  So, these are her thoughts (rather dark also I'm afraid, lol).  It took a bit longer than I meant it to because I changed the song I had in mind last chapter because I changed what I wanted her to think, I'm fickle like that lol.  Anyway the song is Shelter by Sarah McLachlan, I think it fits pretty well.  The last one was really quite dark, wasn't it? In case anyone couldn't tell, I really really don't like Lucius.  Sorry to any of his fans out there, but in this fic he equals the devil.  I will never write a kind word about him, it'd be like him adopting Harry and showering him with love.  Ok, I promise to do my best to get out the next chapter quickly after this so you all don't have to wait to see Draco again.  By the way, Thank you all for getting to chapter 7 here, you guys help me get out the chapters :)

Darcel: Thanx for reviewing!  LoL, I'm glad you like it, and I agree it was weird.  If you shuddered while reading it, imagine me writing it.  The whole time I was cursing Lucius, lol.

Cinnamon: Hi!!!! I just wrote you back and then saw your review, lol.  Yay, another long one ::does a happy dance::.  I think I was disappointed because when writing it, I didn't feel the flow that the other chapters did.  Maybe it's because my hatred for Lucius impairs my ability to sink too far into his little twisted mind, lol.  I'm glad you liked it, though :)  I got very sad while writing it, at one point I even thought that I was going to have to stop and try later.  I cry at Disney movies (who's idea was it for Bambi's mom to die?!) so I guess I'm a bit sensitive too, lol.  Aww, they seem real?  I have a lot to say about your story in that regard, but I'm saving it for my extra long review, so I hope you update soon! I would surely fall into depression if Struggle was no longer up, so I solemnly swear to write a very looong review :)  Sun Kitten was very correct.  And so are you, Draco's never had anyone to try to show him what's right, so how is he expected to go for it?  Punch him extra hard for me!!!  Maybe a few unforgivables... lol.  Yes, I want the world to know how much of a bastard he is ::evil laugh::  When I read the books, I didn't really like him very much, but I didn't dislike him as much as I do now.  Seeing him in the movies... the way he looked at Draco and hit Dobby, well, that did it.  Also, did you see the DVD extra scenes?  In one they go into that dark shop and Lucius has that awful cane (I hate that thing) and Draco touches some stuff and twice Lucius nearly hits him with it.  I jumped a foot.  The actor did a really good job, though.  I'll probably hate his character in any movie he's ever in from now on, lol.  You are totally right with Lucius' lack of a little voice.  There's nothing inside him, his soul is dead (yeah I really don't like him lol).  He had a son because he wanted the Malfoy line to continue and now he can't kill Draco because Voldemort wants him.  Isn't it odd that one of the people Draco hates the most is keeping him alive?  I'm glad you got your assignment done :)  And yes, it is your fault that my h/w is not being done and I'll be sure to tell my teacher.  She's cool though, so she'd probably laugh and say okay.  Hehe, I got to ask if she likes HP, that'd be great.  Omg, if McGonnagal did that, I would love her forever and ever.  I know that's what I would do if I could change into a cat.  That, and break all of Trewlawnay's crystal balls and tea cups.  LoL, Trewlawnay likes to do what you said and, also, spend many hours contemplating what horrible fate she can predict the next day, it's gets her frightfully excited.  Don't be disappointed, you scared me to death, lol :)  and Thank you for the continued compliment and just wait to see what I have to say about yours ::big grin::  I'd be honored if you used one of my ideas, but I won't be hurt or anything if you don't, I'm sure whatever you do, it'll be great :)  It is fun to find other crazies, isn't it?  Insanity is a virtue :)

"Go cover that up, will you?  Don't want any", He narrows his eyes at me, "annoying questions, do we?"

I put a hand to the bruise around my eye and stare at the floor, "Of course not, Lucius, I'll take care of it".

I fairly run from the room, not wanting to look at him any longer than necessary.  I know he will congratulate himself on making me dash out, but stopped caring so long ago.  What does it mean when my bruise pleases me because there's only one?  When the black and bluish mark means nothing since I can still walk?

~*They're crowded into the smallest spaces
While outside, all of nature cries
It's known to be cruel and unfair
But there is no place to hide*~

I enter my room, not our room, mine.  My darling husband's is down the hall.  We haven't shared a bed since Draco was born.  I was so happy when I learned I was pregnant.  Not only because I would finally have a child, but because I knew Lucius would leave me alone from then on.  If, of course, it was a boy.  I refused to even consider it would be a girl, not even the Fate that I know could be so cruel.  I shudder, as I always do when thinking of what Lucius would do to a daughter.  Providing, of course, he didn't kill her right away.  All he wanted was his oh so precious heir.  Now, he has him and is still dissatisfied.  There's no pleasing that man.

~*Oh, I've seen a part of people that I never really wanted to share
Oh, I've seen a part of people that I never knew was there*~

Glancing at the mirror, I mutter the concealing charm I know so well.  The blemish disappears and my skin is pure once again.  Who is this woman staring back at me?  Tall, even called regal, yes, regal and cold.  White blonde hair styled perfectly.  So flawless... so beaten.  I hate mirrors, who wants to look at what they have become?  Especially when what they have become is a shadow, incapable of even protecting their own child.

~*Shelter, give them shelter from the coming storm
Shelter, give them shelter from the coming storm*~

Draco.  I turn away from the reflection that glares back so disapproving.  My baby boy, so handsome, so strong.  The last time I saw him enters my mind.  I couldn't stay, it kills me to admit, but I couldn't!  I couldn't watch and know I couldn't save him!  I should be able to, dammit, I'm his mother.  And yet, that means nothing when Lucius is his father.  His screams, god they haunt me at night. 

~*I can't sleep - haunted by their faces
The sadness in their eyes*~

Not just from that night, but every night his father has been upset.  When he was little, I would do my best to deflect it, jump right in front of him if I had to.  It did nothing, Lucius took care of me and then went right back to my son, hurting him even more.  Quickly, I learned I only made it worse.  Just as Draco did that day, a while before his letter came.  We can't save each other, and it stings us both. 

Then, that horrible day when he was nine.  I will never, ever forget that.  Never forget seeing my son in such agony for the first time.  Grown wizards and witches cannot handle the Cruciatus, and there was my little boy, shaking from the effects.  Lying on the floor, struggling just to breathe!  Watching him attempt to get up and fall... I yearned to run and hold him.  That, however, would only have worsened his situation. 

~*It hurts so much to see them helpless
It makes me want to cry*~

I know that after Draco left, Lucius turned to me.  I know he put away his wand and undertook in one of his favorite past-times of punish the disobedient wife.  I know all of that because I have the scars, I saw the bruises later on.  I know it all happened, but I remember nothing.  None of his blows could penetrate the image of Draco's face in my mind.  None of my husband's insults could block the sound of his small body hitting the floor and his soft gasps of pain.

Lucius had a meeting of some sorts to go to that night.  At soon as he was safely gone, I made my way to my son's room.  It was risky, even without the monster there.  Paintings talk, house elves are intimidated, etc.  But, I had to see him, I had to... I don't know what I was going to do, I just had to go....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~When I walked in, he was lying on his back, staring at nothing.  For a moment, I was afraid he wasn't breathing.  Then, he turned and checked to see who it was.  I would have taken another beating from Lucius than see the fear in his eyes.

~*But still there is so much left unanswered
For so many innocent lives*~

"It's just me, Honey."

He looked relieved for a minute then started, "No, if he comes in and you're here-"

"He's not home", I said gently and sat down beside him.  I got a good look at his face, surprised he wasn't crying.  Even Lucius teared up a little once after being under the Cruciatus, although he'd deny it to his death.  But there weren't even tear tracks on Draco's pale face.  Just cuts, bruises, blood, "Oh, sweetheart", I softly moved his hair away from his face.

Trying to be reassuring, he attempted a smile, "I'm okay Mum".

How far away from okay he was.  Even miles away from bad.  I was always good at reading him and could tell it wasn't just the pain from the spell, but the fact his own father had done it.  Yes, Lucius had never been loving, but up until then, there was nothing like the Unforgivable.  And I could do nothing, "I'm so sorry Draco".

That got him angry and he glared at me, "Don't be sorry, just don't.  He did it, not you", his voice became quieter, "And after I left the room, you were still there.  So don't say sorry."

~*They closed the door and are letting nobody in
And only the strong will survive*~

I bit my lip, the last thing he needed was to see me cry.  But, a nine year old shouldn't have to deal with such things.  Shouldn't know that when his mother and father were in a room and the father was angry, the mother would have bruises the next day.  He was a child, dammit!  Only a child... "Okay, baby, do you want to talk about it?" Whenever I got the chance to comfort him, he liked to vent. Thus, I was surprised when he stiffly shook his head, "Are you sure?", I put my hand on his, "It's okay to cry with me, sweetie."

Then my little boy moved his hand from beneath mine and his eyes turned so hard, so cold, looked so much like Lucius' I almost backed away and unemotionally stated, "Malfoys don't cry"....~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~*Shelter, give them shelter from the coming storm
Give them shelter, give them shelter from the coming storm*~

That was when he started to drift away.  Day by day he grew better at concealing his feelings, until it seemed he had none.  Eventually, he wouldn't let me comfort him at all.  Malfoys didn't need soothing.  That day during the holidays, some life came back.  But, after the show being punished so harshly, will he let it show again?  I pray he'll find it in him not to become who his father wants.  I believe he can do it, he's not Lucius.  Sometimes, when the screams haunt me, I wish he had been what Lucius wanted, just so he wouldn't suffer so much.  Except, I have the aching feeling that no matter how "perfect" Draco was, it would never be enough.  Not for that demon....

~*I've seen the anger and I've seen all the dreams*~

The demon that I unleashed upon him.  No matter how many times he insists, I know this is all my fault.  I deserve every single punch, kick, slap that comes my way.  Not for the reasons that Lucius has, but because I let my little boy be destroyed. 

~*And I've watched their existence torn apart at the seams*~

I would take it all if it would protect Draco, but it doesn't.  The devil must control everyone.  Every Unforgivable would be placed upon him, if I could.  But, for that I need a wand... something he took away from me.  He keeps it hidden through spells, giving it to me when I must appear in public with stern warnings to return it right away.  He keeps such a close watch, I cannot sneak anything in.  Damn him to heaven, not to hell.  He resides over that, but heaven, with happiness and sun... he would truly be tortured. 

~*And though I may seem helpless
I will do all that I can do*~

If only I had never married this brute in the first place.  The only good thing that came out of it was Draco and I would never give him up.  But, if he wasn't born, he wouldn't have endured all he's had to.  If only I'd had a choice.  Choices aren't something I've had a lot of in my life.  Growing up, my father, though not Lucius, was far from angelic.  I recognize the look on my mother's face on me now.  He was more discreet about it though.  I didn't realize it until I graduated Hogwarts...or didn't let myself until then.  Very rarely did he lay a hand on me.  No, to do that would be acknowledging that I existed.  One of his biggest upsets with my mother was that she never bore him a male heir.  I was all she managed to carry, not being a strong woman.  So, instead, all he got was a worthless daughter.  I see Draco striving as I did, trying to become noticed and appreciated.  I excelled at school, best behavior, did everything so bloody perfectly.  But, none of that made me a boy, so it was all for naught.  In my fifth year, however, he discovered a purpose for me.  I believe his words were, "Finally, girl, you'll be of use".  He had discovered that, by marrying me off, he could make powerful connections.  It was arranged I would marry Lucius.  At first, I didn't really care, was just so thrilled that my father finally saw me.  From watching him in school, I knew Lucius was cruel, but didn't think about it...  didn't want to. 

~*I've seen a part of people that I never really wanted to share*~

Finally, after we graduated, we were wed.  That day, and night, have been locked into a dark place in my mind.  Memories like that are meant to disintegrate.  He showed his colors the first full day we were married.  Voldemort was in his peak then and Lucius was busy with that, so we put off the honeymoon.  I never got one.  Anyway, he was gloating about some muggles that had been tortured by the Dark Lord.  I was occupied trying to ignore the soreness and absently said, "Those poor people", not thinking at all.  The next second, I was sprawled on the floor and he was towering above me, curtly listing all the horrible things about muggles.  That night he came home from a meeting and I guess Voldemort had been upset and punished some of the deatheaters, my husband included.  Somehow, I was to blame.  The next day was the first time I used the concealing charm.  And so life went on...

~*Oh, I've seen a part of people that I never knew was there*~

I should have gotten away, though Merlin knows how.  He has so many "friends", in so many places.  Thinking now, I should have gone to Dumbledore, or Hogwarts period.  The thing is, at first, I didn't think much of it.  After what I grew up with, it just didn't seem so weird.  At least he wasn't ignoring me.  Insane, I know, but it was how I rationalized it all.  Then, when Draco was born, I thought it would get much better, Lucius would have his heir.  If anything, the beatings became worse.  Still, it didn't matter, I suppose it could be said I'd grown used to it?  In any case, I was so thrilled to be a mother, the rest kind of faded away.  It was just me...

~*Shelter, give them shelter from the coming storm
Give them shelter, give them shelter from the coming storm*~

Until the first time he hurt Draco.  I don't remember how young he was, just his tears and Lucius' sneer.  I should have ran then, gone to Dumbledore, or just Hogwarts period.  With so many deatheaters around, no where else was safe.  Even with their Lord gone by that time, they by no means were kind, and Lucius had a good deal of control over them.  I was so scared and am so weak.  I just kept hoping it would get better.  My stupidity cuts like a knife.  Now, especially with Voldemort's new plans, if I tried to take Draco away, he would be in so much danger.  Soon, not even Hogwarts will be safe and I don't want him to be like that poor Harry child.  Yet, if I keep him here, danger still looms.  So helpless, I have no way of protecting him.  Because of me, he's stuck in this hell no matter which way he goes.  No matter what he says, I know where the blame lies.  My son's blood is on my hands....

~*Shelter, give them shelter from the coming storm
Give them shelter, give them shelter from the coming storm*~

A/N Woah, that was hard to write.  Not hard writers block wise, because it flowed tons better than Lucius', but because of the content.  I got teary eyed a couple times.  I'm horribly sensitive.  Poor Narcissa.  Poor Draco.  ::sigh::  Anyway, the next chapter will have Snape (yay) and Draco (double yay)! :)  I think Snape will have a bit of a breakdown with our favorite Headmaster.  Then, I'm going to try to inject some humor, because, really, the past few chapters have been unbelievably angsty.  I know this is an angst fic, but all fics need a bit of amusement, sorta like the chapter when Draco is laughing at Ron.  Hmm, I don't know when the trio is going to play a big part again, we'll see how it goes.  Hope you liked this :) Please review :)