Narcissa's Downfall- dark and powerful and make good use of character, after many years of abuse she finally gets the better of him. Or Suicidal. Writes in journal, once she has killed herself, draco finds and kills his dad once and for all. For all the pain. Lucius once loved her, but his love for the dark lord seized that and he never noticed her.

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The one who must stand tall, elegant, sophisticated, dominant, charismatic and powerful is the result of the name to follow after her first. Malfoy. The aristocratic name, one in which revolves around respect, one that people above all fear. The Malfoy family has the influence over society and alone they can persuade the ministry of magic to turn blind eyes to matters that could stain their reputation.

Narcissa had been wearing the grim look on her face for eighteen years. The day that was supposed to be the happiest of her life, in fact shunted her from her former self, turning her into a malicious, hatred filled individual. She was once beautiful, the sun once made her silk like platinum hair burnish like liquid gold. She once wore a smile on her face.

She was once full of life, happy to live and bursting of spirit. That person was Narcissa Black.

The many years of hatred expression has left her looking like an ugly person, she now wears a contorted sneer upon her face for the 18 years of regret. She now regrets ever agreeing to marry such a man. He too once was a man full of love and joy, but the Dark times grew upon them and now Lucius Malfoy dedicated his strength and passion towards the Dark Lord.

She now lays in terror in the sullen corner of a dark room, with a black, brooding figure towering over her, He cradled his knuckles like a precious treasure.

"Get up you fucking dumb bitch. Don't you dare make me do that again, or I really will give you something to scream about," screamed Lucius Malfoy, at his wife who was crouching in the corner of the room; silent tears were grazing her cheek.

It was considered socially acceptable to cruelly abuse you wife, if you were a Death Eater. Praised if you could beat her until she bled, until you heard her soft and faints whimpers, until she begged you for mercy.

Narcissa slowly got to her feet. Her face was coloured with a deep navy-purple. Her eyes were blotchy from the salty tears.

"Why Lucius? Why must you hurt me like this? What did I do to start this?" Narcissa asked in a plain tone.

"Simply because you are my wife, we must spend amounts of time in one another's company. Myself being your husband, I think I have every right to do what I please. What I please is your command, and you must see fit. I am full of rage; therefore I must release my anger. If you didn't like it, why the fuck are you still here?" Lucius replied cruelly.

"Do you really think I enjoy your fits of rage? Or feel fully loved with the souvenirs of the hate you give me? Lucius, you used to really care about Draco and myself."

"Don't talk to me like that you filthy whore. Care about you? You know fully well my devotion is in the uprising of the Dark Lord. I suggest you decide where your loyalties lie because for all you know you might live in the gutter, or better yet you may end up living like the 'Weasleys'. And don't bring our pathetic excuse of a son into this. You know fully well that he is going to pursue my footsteps in becoming my Lord's right hand man. "And as quickly as that, Lucius Malfoy disappeared, leaving Narcissa to ponder in his words.

Narcissa walked up to her drawers, and muttered an incantation under her breath. The drawer opened to reveal a battered, worn diary. Narcissa had no one to confide in, so the empty pages waiting patiently for her to scribe was her only mentor. Her past event was not the first and defiantly not the last.

Dear Narcissa Black,

I cannot describe the mental anguish I am currently facing. The physical pain is nothing compared to the mental. I want to be free, I want to set sail and anchor down some place where I can be judged as a person for who I am, not my economic status. I want to bask in sunlight, wear bright colours; I want to see the world in a happier perspective. Not in black and white. I feel dark, I wear only black, I keep a snide grin on my visage. I witness pain and dish out hatred. For I am a Malfoy, I have to keep up the status and the character of one. But I simply cannot play the part anymore. It's shredding my soul, and everyday I keep loosing sight of who I used to be. Who I want to be, No matter how hot it is outside, deep inside I feel cold.

Lucius still continues to beat me. I can see he means it now. I see the cold that seeps through his eyes. I feel his icy skin that grazes across my face and realize that he feels nothing. What happened? He used to love. He used to laugh. He even used to carry Draco on his shoulders and taught him to ride his broom! He won't even look me in the eyes anymore; we used to make love, now he rapes me.

I need to walk in freedom. I want tomorrow to be mine. But I am what I am and I can't change that. But I need to be me, and all I want is to be free.

Narcissa silently shut away her diary. She slipped into a black nightgown and crawled into bed. She felt cold, as the black satin sheets did nothing for warmth. Lucius had chosen the décor. The black is the mood he feels. There was a quiet click at the door. Lucius paced the room, muttering indecipherable words to himself. Suddenly he jerked up and sauntered to the side of the bed that Narcissa was resting on.

"Take that black slip off" Lucius sternly ordered.

"Lucius, I-I'm tired, I'm not in the mood please can we just sleep?"

"You'll do as your told. Don't think I wont punish you because you're my wife. If one does disobey an order they get reprimanded."

"Lu-"

"TAKE IT OFF!"

Narcissa did as she was ordered to. She took off her black slip, and let it slink to her feet. She stood in front of Lucius, stripped and disgraced. Lucius quickly took his shirt off and threw Narcissa onto the bed. He pushed himself on top of her, and undid his pants. He pinned Narcissa's arms on the bed and thrust himself in and out of her. He didn't even kiss her.

"Scream out my name"

"Lucius"

"Like you mean it, like I'm sending orgasmic waves throughout your body"

"LUCIUS"

"Getting better wife"

Lucius spent another few minutes, in and out of Narcissa until he achieved his objection. But it wasn't enough. He forced his wife's head down into his crotch, making her perform a task that would make him receive two pleasures in the one night.

"Surely you can do better than that?"

"Lucius I don't like being forced to do something against my will"

"Are you saying that you don't want to please me?"

"I'm sorry Lucius I never meant any of the such"

"Well wife if you did, I would have beaten you to your death"

Lucius re-zipped his pants and rolled over to his left and fell asleep. Narcissa was left wide-awake, the pain from Lucius hadn't settled down. Her mind was throbbing, replaying the scene of violence Lucius had put upon her. She got up and went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, and took a large swig from a purple bottle. It made her groggy, and she staggered her way to bed. It put her into a dreamless sleep. She didn't want to relive any more memories. Or see the monster that haunted her dreams, the man who slept next to her.