A/N-- So, for all of you who have been waiting for an update to this story since, oh.. August of last year (08), here it is! I hope it pleases, and keep those reviews coming! Oh, and somewhere along the way, it went from being Narcissa's POV to 3rd person… Yeah, not sure how or why that happened, but who am I to argue with a muse? Anyway, if any of you readers would like me to fix it, let me know! (Be forewarned, though, that may take some time!)
Anyway, enough of my rambling, and on to the fic!
Narcissa moaned softly as she raised herself up on shaking arms. The stone floor beneath her was freezing, and her now-torn dress was little protection from the clod with seemed to seep into her very bones.
There was the creaking of the door at the far end of the room, and she raised her eyes, fighting against the nausea and dizziness that came with any movement.
"So, Narcissa…"
The voice was familiar, and Narcissa smiled softly, licking her lip as it split again at the movement.
"Bellatrix… How nice to see you again."
Bellatrix sneered at the soft, mocking tone.
"Well, it makes me feel better to see you here, like this. You, who could have had everything, threw it away, for a boy!"
Narcissa smiled.
"Not any boy. My son. But you wouldn't know anything about love, or loyalty, now would you, Bella?"
Bella sneered again, stepping forward, then lashing out and kicking Narcissa in the ribs. The blonde felt something snap, and it suddenly became harder to breathe.
"Not so high and mighty now, are you? We'll see what happens to you when my master returns…"
Narcissa hissed in a breath, then shot her head up and spit at Bella.
"I don't care what your master does to me-- my son is safe, and that's all that matters. Besides, what can the dark lord do to me that Lucius hasn't already done?"
Bella tapped her chin with a finger and mused at the ceiling.
"Well, I'm not sure. After all, Lucius has obviously taken care of your body, but I'm sure the dark lord can come up with something for your mind!"
Bella laughed as she turned and left the room, leaving Narcissa on the floor to contemplate what the dark lord might do to her once he got to her.