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.