Homage to Narcissa

by SusanMcMovies

Title is meant to be ironic given her name. It's the life story of Narcissa Malfoy from childhood up until the final battle's aftermath. It's about her relationships with her family and her inner conflict about choosing a side.

3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Bellatrix went on to become one of Lord Voldemort's followers, along with her husband. Lucius joined as well. I wasn't an official member, but I stood beside my husband and sister. If I didn't, I may have been killed.

Because I wasn't as interesting or as sexual as Bellatrix, there were times that I knew my husband was loosing interest in me. But something soon kept him permanently tethered to me: finding me pregnant with his child.

Throughout the pregnancy, I prayed that we'd have a boy. If I gave him a son, then he definitely wouldn't leave me. Luckily my prayers were answered. In June of 1980, our son Draco was born. His father looked proudly on when he was presented his heir. But I realized something about my husband. Although I knew he did love us, our son more than me, it seemed that he saw us as two people who would "do just fine" in his world of acceptance.

Lucius bullied our son throughout most of his life. My protectiveness I once had for Andromeda was now being used on my son. I hated seeing my husband scold and berate our son. I once in outrage over Lucius hitting our son with his walking stick, asked him why he did such things.

"To make him grow up!" Lucius had said through his teeth. "To teach him how he must act with my name." It didn't matter that our son was pureblood. Lucius would still find things wrong with him. "He's weak," Lucius had said. Upon saying that, I heard footsteps running up the stone stairs. Draco had been listening.

When my son had been a baby, Bellatrix had been sent to Azkaban with her husband for life imprisonment. They had tortured two aurors. Another sister I had lost. Or so I thought. In Draco's 5th year of school, she broke out. That same year, Lucius was arrested, and sent to Azkaban. It completely destroyed Draco and I. And it caused one of my worst fears. As punishment for my husband's failure, he-who-must-not-be-named enlisted Draco.

At the too young age of 16, my son became a Death Eater, charged with the job of getting his fellow Death Eaters passed Hogwart's defenses. He was also charged with the even more difficult task of killing his headmaster, Dumbledore. He was supposed to do it alone. But I wouldn't allow that. Voldemort wasn't Draco's parent, I was.