The Noble House of Black

(Don't) Ask for Help

daydream11

for ladylucius of LiveJournal

Written July 5, 2009


"I cannot allow my son to face a possible death without 'possible' giving him a fair chance at life." Narcissa glared at the two others occupying the small parlor. Bellatrix's complexion was ruddy and her breathing heavy; Narcissa could tell she wished to say something, anything, to talk Narcissa out of what the younger woman planned to do, but her sister held her tongue. Lucius only met her gaze with dejected sadness.

Narcissa had no time for dejected sadness. "I'm not the least bit sorry for protecting Draco," she told her husband, her voice full of maternal protectiveness and pain, "and I will keep him alive even if it means I must chance my own life." Lucius shuddered and closed his eyes. For a few moments, Narcissa hated him and resented his sorry resignation. She could – she would – do this on her own, then. She had no other choice. There weren't any others left.

"I will ask help of whomever I please." Narcissa turned to her eldest sister. "And you will not stop me." With that, Narcissa turned sharply on her heels once and promptly Disapparated.

Lucius and Bellatrix sat in stunned silence alone before Bellatrix hurriedly stood up. Lucius stopped her with one hand on a satin-covered arm. "Keep her safe," he pleaded. She yanked her arm out of his cool grasp and glowered at him.

"You still ask," she growled, her hand turned white as she clutched her wand tightly. "You still ask. To this day you have such nerve to insult me." She bent down low to meet his face, grasping it in one hand so that he'd be forced to look at her. "She was my sister before she was your wife, and apparently, blood still holds two stronger than any love union, because it appears as if I'm the only one in this room who will dare to 'keep her safe.' I have much more to lose than you do, Lucius, by going after her." She pushed his face away and disappeared from the parlor.

Lucius was left alone once the dark-haired woman left for her sister. He ignored the feeling of failure as he took another sip from the drink in his hand.