Authors Note: So, Scars was more of a fluffy prequel to this one. This story is what I wanted to accomplish by writing Scars, but I realized that It took too much unimportant "fluff" to make that story evolve with this plot. So, Now I have another one. This one. So that being said, on with the story.
PS: If you haven't read Scars, I wouldn't suggest it.
Where to start. I suppose with the beggining, as that is always a good place to begin a tragedy. First off, my name is Narcissa Malfoy. As I'm sure you know, my son is dead. What most people don't know, is how he died and why. The why consists of one person. And her name was Ginevera.
It was dark. So dark if you held out your hand in front of you, you could not see it, only feel it's presence. But the woman walking down the seemingly deserted hallway paid no mind. She was determined. She turned a corner, and heard the soft echo of voices. Hundreds, maybe thousands. She drew nearer. There was a torch on the wall. She was getting closer. The dull roar surounded her senses. She could see a door ahead of her. Infact, two doors. Both majestic and magical as the elves. Light was coming through. A shadow stepped out of the darkness.
"Who are you?"
"Not one to be questioned."
The man looked angered for a moment before seeing her eyes.
"As you wish."
He opened the door and she stepped through, barely noticing the hundreds of eyes on her. All she could see was him.
AN: Next ones will be longer, this is just to set up the feel of what will be present through the entire story. By longer, that means averaging 1,000-1,500 words per chapter. Reviews and Constructive Critisism highly appreciated.