A/N: I have nothing to say except thank you, thank you, thank you to my lovely reviewers. Oh and I do have a question for all the newcomers: How on Earth do you keep managing to find 'Fire and Ice'?
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Narcissa slipped into Draco's room noiselessly, wand extended. She tapped the mantle piece. The mantle disappeared, revealing a niche in the wall-a very dusty niche that had cobwebs that looked as if they hadn't been disturbed for centuries. But underneath age-old layers of dust, there was something...
With a look of extreme distaste, Narcissa plucked the object from it's forgotten hiding place. It was a mirror. A silver mirror. On the back were initials and a date- "A.M. 1799". "Alonso," she muttered softly. This room had been Alonso Malfoy's. Narcissa knew the family history inside and out. It was the first hoop she had to jump through for Lucius. Alonso had been...not quite what the family had expected. They couldn't control him, so they locked him in his room. He went mad and killed himself a few years later.
She remembered pleading with Lucius to reconsider giving Draco this room. There were dozens of other rooms. Why this one? It was a warning, a way to instill fear. Everything was about fear and control. She shivered and looked around, half-expecting to see a ghost or worse, her husband, lurking in the doorway. Is this what Draco wanted to show her?
She peered into the mirror and a face appeared, but it wasn't Draco's face. He was definitely a Malfoy and he was miserable. He saw Narcissa and smiled sadly. She stared, astonished, and then she remembered...the password.
"Confessions." Dark shapes flitted across the surface of the mirror. Draco was clever. He had transferred his memories into the mirror. It was similar to a Pensieve except that the pictures weren't so clear and the donor could still remember the transferred thoughts. She watched intently as a five-year-old Draco was dragged down into the dungeons and thrown into a cell. The key turned in the lock and Narcissa wept silently.
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Criticism, comments, and suggestions all welcome. Please review!
love,
J. Silver
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Narcissa slipped into Draco's room noiselessly, wand extended. She tapped the mantle piece. The mantle disappeared, revealing a niche in the wall-a very dusty niche that had cobwebs that looked as if they hadn't been disturbed for centuries. But underneath age-old layers of dust, there was something...
With a look of extreme distaste, Narcissa plucked the object from it's forgotten hiding place. It was a mirror. A silver mirror. On the back were initials and a date- "A.M. 1799". "Alonso," she muttered softly. This room had been Alonso Malfoy's. Narcissa knew the family history inside and out. It was the first hoop she had to jump through for Lucius. Alonso had been...not quite what the family had expected. They couldn't control him, so they locked him in his room. He went mad and killed himself a few years later.
She remembered pleading with Lucius to reconsider giving Draco this room. There were dozens of other rooms. Why this one? It was a warning, a way to instill fear. Everything was about fear and control. She shivered and looked around, half-expecting to see a ghost or worse, her husband, lurking in the doorway. Is this what Draco wanted to show her?
She peered into the mirror and a face appeared, but it wasn't Draco's face. He was definitely a Malfoy and he was miserable. He saw Narcissa and smiled sadly. She stared, astonished, and then she remembered...the password.
"Confessions." Dark shapes flitted across the surface of the mirror. Draco was clever. He had transferred his memories into the mirror. It was similar to a Pensieve except that the pictures weren't so clear and the donor could still remember the transferred thoughts. She watched intently as a five-year-old Draco was dragged down into the dungeons and thrown into a cell. The key turned in the lock and Narcissa wept silently.
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Criticism, comments, and suggestions all welcome. Please review!
love,
J. Silver