Disclaimer:
Sorry I forgot to add this in the first chapter but as this is fanfiction you would think that I don't own this.
BRINGER OF LIFE
Taints
---Narcissa Malfoys' POV---
Narcissa knew, as soon as she heard the words leave Severus' mouth, that there was only one chance they would get out of this war alive. She knew her children would die if she didn't appeal to the Headmaster. In fact Lucius had told her this would happen.
However that did not stop it from hurting so much when it did happen. Knowing something will happen and dealing with it when it does are two different things.
She could only hope her children would forgive her for betraying everything that Lucius had ever said to them.
---Bellatrix Malfoys' POV---
Bella sat on her new bed. Her new bed in her new room at her new home. Sighing to herself she tried to get rid of the feeling of guilt that trampled her broken heart. Her father had been killed and her mother sent them away.
To Bella it was as though her mother couldn't stand to be near Octavian, Draco and her anymore. It was like she only ever loved them because of their father and now that he was gone they were just used and broken.
Her mother had sent them away to live with the Headmaster. She didn't even allow them to stay with their godfather. She instead shipped them off to a place they knew nothing about, to a family they didn't know and to and to a man that none of them trusted.
Oh they all respected him, yes. But respect and trust are two different things are they not. After all Bella had always respected the Dark Lord. When she was young she would draw the dark mark onto her arm. However just because she respected he did not mean she would ever trust the powerfully dark being that was the Dark Lord aka Tom Riddle.
Yes, every member of her family knew of the Dark Lords' real name, his family, his blood, her father had made sure of it.
How long had her father known of the Dark Lords'…Taints? Did her father know when he had the mark burned onto his skin? Would he still have gotten the mark if he knew...?
Suddenly her own thoughts became to much to bare and looking for escape she found one of the silver daggers her father had given her and sliced the glistering blade down her leg.
The skin split as the blade torn through it. Blood flowed out. And with every cut more blood flowed out leaving her with only numbness and no thoughts of Dark Lords and fool slaves.
However she knew one day it would all end and she would be forced to bare the pressure. To either brake under the weight or hold onto the very last shred of humanity she had left.
SO PEOPLE WHAT DO YOU THINK? SHOULD I KEEP WRITING? IS IT TOTAL CRAP? TELL ME!!!
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RITA-JEAN
(Shut-up I know it's a bad name but it's not my fault I have evil parents!!!! No just an evil father. Mum wanted to name me Casey Jane)