#56—Fight
"Why do you always have to pick a fight with me, Lucius? Why can't we just be civil?"
"Because I don't like you, Narcissa. Being civil to you is like trying to be civil to a muggle. I just can't bring myself to do it."
"You can't leave me. You might as well make the best of a bad situation. We do, after all, have a son."
"Is that what that two-legged blonde thing is walking around? I thought he was a house elf crossed with a giant."
"Do you care about anyone else but yourself?"
"Certainly not about you."
#68—Roar
Fenrir Greyback let out a roar of anger. Lucius knew he wanted Harry Potter for himself but didn't dare defy Voldemort. The man was furious, itching to change but couldn't under the light of the half moon. He sniffed the air and turned his gaze to Lucius. Lucius flinched but fared well in hiding it.
"The Dark Lord's slippery friend. How's your wife? More importantly, how's your son?"
Lucius knew Greyback liked to turn them young. "You'd do best to stay away from Draco but please, be my guest with Narcissa. She already has the fangs."
Greyback smiled and left.
#69—Slap
The shutters slapped against the house as Lucius stood in the graveyard, the wind disrupting his robes. No one dared speak. Harry Potter had just escaped the newly arisen Voldemort and he was none too happy.
"Your orders are to bring him to me. No one is to kill him except me."
The Death Eaters nodded in compliance.
"Lucius, I want you to get Narcissa and take her to the Black family vault. There lies something only she has access to and in which I need."
"Yes, My Lord."
Voldemort left them amongst the headstones, silently urging them to disapparate.
#3—Transfiguration
The Slytherins were in Transfiguration trying to turn their books into fish. Lucius was having difficulty working the spell, succeeding only in giving his book gills. He looked around at the rest of the class and saw that everyone else was in the same boat. No one had performed the spell correctly.
In mid-cast, Goyle bumped into Lucius's arm, knocking his wand away from the book. A shriek pierced the classroom and Lucius looked to see whom the spell hit.
Narcissa was crying and flailing her arms. Her ears had turned into fins and were flapping madly, ruffling her hair.
#5—Astronomy
Astronomy was probably the hardest exam to get through. Not only was it one of the last exams but it was in the middle of the night. All Lucius wanted to do was sleep. He was even caught dozing a couple times on his telescope. He looked around the tower at the other students and saw Narcissa huddled around the eyepiece with a few of her friends. She tried to muffle squeals whenever she saw something and wrote excitedly, her friends doing the same. Lucius shook his head and tried to position himself so he could doze without getting caught.
#100—Homework
Narcissa had her homework spread in front of her in the common room. It was her NEWT year and she had more work now than her last six years combined. She heard footsteps approaching but ignored them. A wand tip fell onto a piece of parchment and the paper ignited, spreading quickly across her work. She shrieked and doused the table with water. She raised her head to see who did it and saw Lucius smirking in a cruel fashion. His friends were outright laughing.
"Oops." He smirked again and left Narcissa to the newly formed marsh on the table.
#63—Mooch
"Father, Weasleby is pathetic. He is a nothing. I'm surprised Potter allows him to mooch off his half-hearted fame like he does. It's laughable."
"Some people just don't have the means to get where they need to be, Draco. Some are forced into such a situation. Others, like the Weasleys, choose that situation. They're a disgrace and not even worth speaking about."
"Yet it's amazing how often you do speak about them, Lucius. You seem to be obsessed with their disgrace."
"And you seem to be walking a thin line, Narcissa. It would do you well to shut your mouth."
#50—Boggart
They were practicing their Riddikulus spells in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Boggarts were found harboring in some cupboard on the fifth floor so the students went up there to practice.
Narcissa went first, her boggart turning into a hideous looking baby. She gasped but quickly cast the spell and turned it into a can-canning house elf.
Lucius was next. His boggart took the form of Narcissa in a wedding dress. He dropped his wand and began to scream. Before the professor could regain control of him, Lucius had run out of the room, his echoing voice being left behind.
#18—Whomping Willow
Lucius suspected something but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Potter and his friends were up to something strange. The four of them would disappear before dinner ended and they wouldn't be seen until the following morning. Dumbledore also planted that Whomping Willow on the grounds. Why would Dumbledore plant such a dangerous tree so near students? He'd seen what it could do if kids got too close. He watched Narcissa walk within branch length of it one day. It flicked her thirty yards away, scattering her books and parchment everywhere. He hadn't laughed that hard in a while.
#34—Parseltongue
When Draco told Lucius that Harry Potter was able to speak Parseltongue, he got worried. As devoted as he was to the Dark Lord, he still feared his wrath. He'd surely be in Slytherin if it was... Could it be that scar, that wretched mark that left Voldemort powerless that allowing him to… Either way, it was the perfect cover.
"Who do you think opened the Chamber of Secrets?"
Lucius turned around to see Narcissa standing in the doorway. He rolled his eyes and looked away from her. "I don't know with any certainty but I surely have my guesses."
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