I don't own anything! J.K Rowling does and she's a mastermind! The storyline is mine and sadly, my feeble imagination. Please R&R

Sometimes Narcissa stared out the window hours on end. She contemplated many ideas and thoughts that included such things as death, suicide, want, need and feelings. She always felt angry with herself if she ever thought about suicide, how could she leave Draco like that? A demonic voice reminded her inside of her head that said, "You know he will turn out just like him…. like father, like son". Him could only mean one person. Lucius Malfoy. The power-hungry death eater who served for one. It was like his soul was taken from the dementors and left Narcissa with the empty case, rid of emotion and feeling.

With Draco being at school and Lucius off serving the ministry/dark lord, Narcissa felt it was time to explore the lavish mansion that she was imprisoned to. While the house itself was rich in history and furnishings, it contained dark secrets from past generations that she too felt part of. The Malfoy library was a high vaulted room, adorned with gold leaf and ceiling art probably dating back hundreds of years ago. The shelves held an amazing collection of books from wizarding history to different branches of dark magic and ministry guidelines. It was plainly obvious that no one had been in this area of the house as the dust gathering was so thickly spread it was hard to tell which book to pick. Narcissa didn't have the slightest inkling where to start browsing. She wasn't finicky as to a title or cover, just something to pass the time. Narcissa walked up the oak staircase to the far left side of the library. A small, green, leather book had caught her eye but as she seized it from the bookshelf, she felt disappointed as it was just held blank pages. Although she couldn't help but notice a minute engraving of ZM on the top right hand corner of the book. Narcissa abandoned the book on the table and searched for another.

After hours of reading, Narcissa felt her arm burn. She looked and forgot the "new present" from Lucius was alerting her. Last week Lucius came home with a gold bangle with a ruby centre for Narcissa. She knew he was too unkind for generosity and the idea of a present was laughable. As Lucius said himself "this bracelet calls you to me, it means I want something and you are to do as told." It was just like the dark mark, yet this was coated in gold. She started to run to the most obvious place he would be. The bedroom.

"Fucking hurry up, I don't have time to waste on trash like you, I have certain wants that need to be attended to…and while we do this, I want to you to call me master"

"Yes master"

A silent tear fell from her eye as she turned to unzip the back of her dress. Lucius grabbed her shoulders from behind and traced his finger down her spine.

"Now tell me wife, tell me you will do anything for me"

"Yes I would do anything for you…master"

"Well then, must you stand there and do nothing? I'm waiting for sex and your going to give it to me"

"Y-yes master"

And with that Narcissa knew in order to keep herself out of harms way she would have to satisfy evil with a pinned smile on her face. Straight after he climaxed, he threw her off him, put his pants back on and left the room. Narcissa just sat there, naked, and started crying. This never used to happen. His eyes used to sparkle when she walked into a room and he could never stop muttering about how much he loved her. Did she still love him? The answer was no, but the good memories still haunted her, reminding her of what could've been. Narcissa slipped her dress back on and journeyed off to the bathroom to indulge in one of her favourite pastimes.

The first incision was like an orgasm. As the pain messages were being sent to her brain it made her feel strangely relaxed and it let her release the angry emotions. No one knew about his obsession. Narcissa made Draco think that she was just another trophy wife who spent her time grooming a perfect life. She couldn't help thinking that what if he did turn out like his father? How could someone be so cold? How could she stop that from happening? She didn't know. To detract herself from these thoughts she cut herself again, deeper and drawing out deep red blood. Narcissa then took a swig of dreamless sleep potion and went to bed.

When Narcissa woke up the next day, she noticed that one side of the bed was still made and there was something unusual on her bedside table. It was the green leather book with the ZM initials that she had found yesterday. She clearly remembered abandoning it at the library and Lucius hadn't been inside their room so it defiantly wasn't from him. She flipped though it once more and felt the old parchment though her fingers which reminded her of her Hogwarts days. At Hogwarts her house members used to call her the Slytherin Princess, as she was a leader, along with the Slytherin Prince, Lucius Malfoy. Even with NEWTS and the uncertainty that Hogwarts held, life was so much simpler back then. She didn't know what possessed her, or where she found the quill but she wrote onto the parchment-

Life was so much simpler back then. Does anyone expect the worst when they think they have the best? I certainly didn't. I knew I had the best, I was the best but things have changed over the years. I seem to have lost all strength and character and I really don't know who I am anymore.

Narcissa then went down to breakfast to start yet another tedious day in her unsatisfying life. While she was reading the Daily Prophet, she had a curious sensation in her mind. She didn't know why but she had the strangest feeling to go see the diary. Narcissa ran back to the bedchamber and saw writing in the book, but it wasn't hers.

Life was so much simpler when? I assume when you were much younger? My name is Zandra, I used to live in the Malfoy Mansion in Wiltshire, are you still there? Are you a Malfoy? It's comical to think that you have everything, but once you have everything, you can loose it in a click of a finger. I started off my marriage life feeling superior and special but I soon came to realise that power was an addiction, its acidic and eats away at human emotion until you are left with nothing. My marriage lasted but our vowels meant nothing. I spent most of my life chained inside the walls of this mansion, battling with demons that lived inside my head and that I lived with. These were dark times. From what you wrote I can see you are battling with demons too.

-ZM

Narcissa couldn't believe her eyes. She didn't pass up the moment to share some of her thoughts, as she believed this could be some start of a friendship, even if it wasn't a real person. She picked up the luxury eagle feather quill with her hands trembling.

My name is Narcissa Malfoy. I came from the pureblooded Black family and I married into the Malfoy family. Yes we still reside in the Malfoy Mansion… sadly. It's filled with many dark secrets and horrors that haunt me.

I suppose the answer to your question was my life was much simpler when I was at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That was many years ago and now my son, Draco, currently attends there.

I am married to Lucius Malfoy. He used to love me and I used to be happy. I used to be stunning, carefree, outgoing and many other qualities that made me so loveable. Now I am ugly and I battle to get out of bed as the prospect of another day in this prison is enough to want me to slash my throat.

I am cold, even in summer. Sunny days are just black. I haven't felt the need to laugh for so long. Yet I'm supposed to maintain in perfect condition, as I am just some 'perfect wife' for the 'perfect husband'.

Could I accuse my husband of being unfaithful? He devotes all of his time to serving the most powerful Dark Lord that wizardkind has ever witnessed. He has based the rest of his life into purificating the world, ridding it of all muggles and 'mudbloods'. Could I give a damn? No, I have my own battles going on inside my head. It's like a permanent rain cloud that pours heavier each time I get out of my bed.

Can I tell you that I was given a bracelet? It's dark mark! If I feel it getting hot, I have to go attend to my husbands 'needs'.

So tell me Zandra, did you too, like me, slash your wrists with razor blades? Was it the only thing that made your brain send pleasure signals? Did the sight of your own blood trickling down your wrist help you escape the realities of your life?

I want to know more about you Zandra. You could be the one thing to help me pass time in this lonely place.

-NM

A/N: I don't know what this chapter was like I quickly whipped this up today as I had some spare time on my hands. Please R&R and let me know what you think and if you have any ideas or queries.