Chapter 2
I met my husband whilst at Hogwarts. Lucius Malfoy. He was a prefect. Blonde and regal, he was of proper blood. I had always been tentative and shy around him. Despite his standing and looks, he was slightly terrifying. It was Bellatrix who had convinced me to give him a chance. A strange way to convince me, but she convinced me nonetheless.
"He wasn't my taste, but I think he'll do for you," she had told me. I knew she meant that she'd had her eye on him first, but had decided he wasn't good enough. Likely, they'd had a tryst. They might be likely to do it again sometime in the future. That should have changed my mind about him, but it didn't. I didn't want to be alone. Other than bad blood, there were other things my family didn't approve of. A daughter with no suitor to name one. Lucius wanted me, and I didn't want to be unwed. He courted me when we left Hogwarts. We married a few years later.
Bellatrix married Rodolphus Lestrange, another pure blood of course. How she deemed him better than Lucius I don't know. Both she and I made our family proud with our marriages. I couldn't say the same for Andromeda. She married Ted Tonks, a wizard who was muggle born.
"You are no longer my daughter!" my father Cygnus had bellowed when my sister came home with the news of her elopement. Father used his wand to shoot our sister's belongings out of her bedroom window. Our mother stood by silently, completely ashamed of her middle daughter. Bellatrix stood alongside my father, cheering him on and adding to his tirade. I stood by the stairs, peering out of our parlor. Dromeda caught my eye right before she left the house. No one but her new husband standing beside her was on her side.
"Please, Cissy," she had said, using the nickname she had coined for me. She begged me with her eyes for me to not turn my back on her. But I did. Again, the fear of our family turning on me like they did to her was too great. I feared Bellatrix would actually kill me because of it. Even for Andromeda, I couldn't risk loosing Lucius.
Andromeda and her mudblood husband had a daughter, with the dreadful name, Nymphadora. She was a metamorphmagus. I still had impromptu meetings with Dromeda after that. But now both of us never knew what to say to each other when those meetings occurred. I wasn't proud of what I did. But I did it to protect myself. I, my, me, it was all about me apparently. My name was Narcissa after all.
*I meant to put this note in the previous chapter. According to Harry Potter wiki (which I have been referencing because I want to stay true to the series as much as possible), Andromeda was in Slytherin. I placed her in Ravenclaw because given how different she is from her family, I think she should be in a different house. And in case you are wondering if this story will be more like the books or movies, it will be both. At least the parts of this story from the 6th and 7th books, will be more like the movies (the movies are an easier reference to check). Thank you for reading. More chapters to come, most of which will be short. –DD *