Red Rose: A Lucius and Narcissa Fan Fic. (Spoiler of the 6th book somewhat!) By: Jenny O.
3. ----"I'm scared dad! I don't know what to do!" Draco's voice was shrill from fright. He was home
from school for a small spring break. "Compose your self at once son!" Lucius was aggravated at
his son, but at the same time was just as scared as he was, if not more. Narcissa sat on the chaise
with her feet propped up on a pillow, still on strict orders of bed rest. She sobbed into a kerchief.
Her doctor would most definitely be upset with her for imposing such stress on herself
and the baby in her condition, but she had to see her Draco. He had just been branded with the
Dark Mark and it burned consistently, reminding him to do what he was ordered. "Narcissa! For
God's sake stop crying!" Lucius bolted up frustrated at everyone and began to pace, thinking. "I
think I know of a way to get everyone in the castle. Grab your coat. We're going to Borgan's." He
grabbed his cane and cloak and opened the door. "Say good-bye to your mother. We may be just
in time to reach the train after our stop." Draco went to his mother's side and gave her a kiss on the
cheek.
"Let me know if anything happens ok? I love you mum," he gave her another kiss on the
forehead. Narcissa wiped a tear from his cheek and patted his hand. "I love you too," she smiled
through her tears. Lucius nodded to his wife, he never showed any 'weak' emotion in front of his
son, and shut the door behind them. The 'click' of the shutting door like a button to her emotions,
she began crying uncontrollably again.
----"Ah, Master Malfoy, and young Master Malfoy as well, delighted," the greasy haired Borgan
clasped his boney hands in anticipation of the high buying Mr. Malfoy to purchase something of
great value. "I would like to buy a certain necklace. The one just there," he pointed to a gold
chained amulet with a black opal as the center gem.
"Ah, buying something for the Misses I presume,"
"I don't think it is up to you to presume anything, nor is it any of your business. Are you going to sell
it to me or not without any further prying?"
"Oh yes sir! Of course sir! Please forgive me," with one of his boney hands he removed the
necklace from it's velvet pad and rung it up. Purchasing the amulet, Lucius placed it in his cloak
pocket. "Come Draco. We're leaving here."
"A pleasure doing business with you Mr. Malfoy, always a pleasure," Borgan bowed out to the back room.
Walking through Knockturn alley, Lucius pulled his son into a secluded alley way and pulled out the necklace. "Trancea Komandint,"
Lucius spoke, his wand fixed on the item. An orange beam crept out of the end of his wand and over the
necklace. Wrapping it in a piece of cloth he handed it to Draco. "It's very important that you or any
other person aside from the one desired does not touch this with their skin. It will put them under a trance
and they will tell what they are asked," he stopped to think whether he should do what he was
thinking about doing and decided it would be best to. He placed a hand on his son's shoulder,
"Good luck son," and strode out from the nook. Taken back for a moment, Draco soon followed.
Glad that his dad did have some affection for him.
----Lucius arrived home soon after dropping Draco off at the train station to find the Dark Lord
sitting in the den with his wife. He could tell he came completely by surprise and probably startled
Narcissa a bit for the book she was reading had no mark in it. The Dark Lord sat on the foot of the
chaise, in conversation with Narcissa. "Ah Lucius," he looked up. "My Lord," he bowed. "Your wife
and I were just having an interesting discussion about you," he sneered. Lucius knew better than to
pry. "Ah," was all he said. Narcissa looked at him pleadingly to get this visit done and over with as
soon as possible. "Is everything going along well?" he asked.
"Yes My Lord. I took him to Borgin's."
"You didn't tell that little rat anything?" he eyed Lucius.
"No My Lord. Of course not,"
"Good. He almost caught on during the Tri Wizard tournament because of that insufferable
Pettigrew. Well then," he stood. "Lucius. Narcissa," he turned back to her," I'm glad to see that
you're doing so well. Remember out little conversation and think on it," he winked and apperated
out of the manor. "What were you two discussing?" Lucius walked over to his wife. She began to
cry. By Merlin she extra sensitive with this pregnancy. But frequent visits from the Dark Lord could
make a Dementor cry. "He said that if Draco fails he's going to kill you and Draco!" she shrieked.
"He said that also I would be killed as well! You should have seen his eyes," she sat up and
sniffed, "they were cold and harsh as he spoke and then," she sobbed, "he said that I could
escape death and spare the life of Draco and this child if I…If I…" she began to sob
uncontrollably. "If you what?" Lucius grabbed her by the shoulders, some what frightened on his
wife's behalf.. "If I leave you and go to him!" she lowered her head, tears flowing quite consistently now.
"I'm going to loose you!"
"Narcissa that's not true," he took her chin in his hand.
"Yes it is! Draco doesn't have the heart to go through such a thing!"
Lucius pulled his wife against his chest. "Everything will be alright," he kissed the top of her head.
"You'll see."
----Lucius asleep beside her, Narcissa sat up, with nothing but the moon light shining through the
windows of their room to keep her company. She had been up for a few hours like this now. First
thinking of what to do and then thinking of how she could do it and if she should. Deciding what to
do, she had to decide when to put the plan into action. She placed her hands on her stomach.
After the baby was born she would go. She looked over at the deeply sleeping Lucius and ran her
fingers through his hair. This was the only way to save the ones she loved. "I love you," she
whispered to her husband. Smiling down at his she then frowned. He had many lines on his
forehead and in the outer corners of his eyes. Far too many lines for one his age. He had been
through a lot. Too much in Narcissa's opinion, but he was a strong man, and determined. Once he
started something, he saw to it that it was finished and went well. The lines were from the
frustration and annoyance that he dealt with in both jobs. With one delicate finger she traced along
his hairline then his cheek. Placing a delicate kiss on his cheek, she turned over and fell to sleep;
with dreams of happier times visiting.
