A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I really wasn't sure which family member to do next, but when I looked at Andromeda's chapter, I was like "I should do Narcissa next!"

In this fic, I'm going on the assumption that pure-bloods have arranged marriages, which could be entirely possible.

Since I'm not naming the chapters after the people, I decided to put up a guide in my profile. So if I know which family member I'm going to do next, I'll add it to the guide before I post.

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Narcissa Black

Secret-Keeper

You were never good enough.

Never good enough for your sister. Never good enough for your father. Never good enough for your grandfather.

You refused to believe that you were good enough for yourself.

You would endure those god-awful meetings where both your father and his father would criticize and yell and cure. You thought you deserved it. After Grandfather Black had left, you would climb into your soft bed and cry. You were intelligent enough to muffle your tears, and not let your father know of these self-pitying times. You diligently let the soaked pillows dry out on the terrace, away from the prying eyes of the loyal house-elves that would tell on you without a second thought. They cared more for your father than you did. After one incident when he found you crying and beat you severely, you realized the necessity of keeping secrets.

You were always the best secret keeper.

After all, no one ever knew that every Thursday, Bella would sneak out of the house and meet with her friends. You knew what she did, and how it was against Wizarding law, but you never told. Partly because keeping the secret kept you in Bella's confidence, and partly because you feared that your father would be more proud of the terrible things Bella did than the fact that you told. With Cygnus Black, you could never be too careful. His moods changed faster than lightning, and you wouldn't know if you would be on the wrong side of his anger until it was much too late. You couldn't afford his anger. It wasn't worth it, especially with Bella's gratitude, shown in the appraising looks she gave.

And no one found out from you that Ann was seeing a muggle. You kept that secret, not out of any love or loyalty to your sister, but because you feared for her life. After news like that, your father would probably drink himself to oblivion, then, while still in the throes of fire-whiskey induced rage, he could kill her. And you could not stand the thought of being responsible for a death, even if it was to a traitor. Even if it was to your sister.

And you told no one of Lucius Malfoy.

He was your very own secret; he was yours and though his "caring" was merely a milder version of your father's, you were drawn to it. Lucius held the same self-righteous principals that both your father and his father held, but he never struck you. He might scream, and curse, but he never touched you. And for that you were grateful. You knew you must marry a pure-blood, and one that was not like your father would suffice. You were no romantic; you had no visions of moonlit picnics, or loving courtships. You knew that you would marry for the advancement of the family, and for the pure blood that flowed through your veins.

You might have no choice in the matter. And you knew this.

So you might hope for someone like Lucius. He would tolerate you, and you would not have to do much to please him. It might be a marriage of convenience, but you might be spared worse.

But what you really wanted—and could never hope for—was someone to love you unconditionally. One who loved you for you, and even if you couldn't be good enough for yourself, you hoped that one day you would be good enough for someone. Someone who might not care.

In the darkest corners of your heart, the ones that would never see the light of day for fear of the hope crumbling, you hoped for a child. A child would not condemn your every move. Your own baby would not judge you, even in your worst moments. A child would not disapprove of anything you did. It would love you more than anyone had ever loved you.

You could never voice such a hope aloud; your father would sneer, and your sister would taunt, and your grandfather would shake his head in disgust.

You wanted what Ann had. Without going against your family's wishes, you could never have what your sister owned: a loving husband, a beautiful child. You though of what Ann had given up in exchange for these precious things, and you wondered if eternal banishment from the Black family would be so awful, after all. Ann had everything that you ached for. She, the one who betrayed you all, had the best things in the world.

Life must hate you.

You wanted to forgive Ann her sins, if only for the chance to find out how she had obtained these things. You needed to know the secret; who could keep better secrets than you? But you could not. Your heart had hardened against your baby sister, and nothing good could ever come of contact with her. A berating at best, a beating at worst. And yet at the same time, you wanted her forgiveness. You were ashamed of your previous actions against your sister, however deserved they might have been.

Another secret that would never be told.

You didn't think that Bella would take advantage of your secret keeping. You didn't think that she would use you.

You were wrong.

She knew you could be trusted, and you hated the very thought.

Somehow, Bella had found out about Lucius. And she used your secret against you.

For years, you were bond to your sister in the most horrible way. You bent to her will, and she was queen. Everything she said was law. You respected her, and hated her at the same time.

You became a real Secret-Keeper the year you turned twenty. Bella had pulled you out of your room, and into a dark corner of the large mansion. She sat you down and cast the spell.

You never kept a secret after that night.

You couldn't bear to.

I'm not sure who to do next. I'm a little hesitant to do Sirius, because he is very over-done. I've written a one-shot about Bellatrix, but that one has a very different feel than this fic, so I might do her. I could also do a chapter on Sirius' dad, or Narcissa's dad. Review and tell me who you want!