The Depressing Reality of Christmas - A very Black Christmas

by viv-heart

Christmas isn't merry for everyone. Let's not pretend otherwise. Sometimes you can't help yourself but to hate the holiday as it reminds you of all the things you have lost. But sometimes reminding yourself that you aren't alone with your feelings helps. Stay strong. With Love, your personal Grinch Divided into 3 parts, 6 drabbles each. Canon character death, alcoholism, depression

5. Narcissa 2

Narcissa 2 – 6th year

Narcissa was sitting on Draco's empty bed. He was staying at Hogwarts over the Christmas break. They had told him to so he would be safe from the monster that lived in their house.

With Voldemort residing in the mansion, he wouldn't be. The Dark Mark on his arm proved that.

Narcissa sighed. It had been a very hard year. And the next would be even harder. If she survived until then. She feared the Chistmas dinner already. Why did wizards even celebrate Christmas? And more important, why did Voldemort insist on celebrating it? Probably to show them their place, Narcissa mused.

Bellatrix would sit on his side and laugh in her face. She would show Narcissa how inferior she was even though she had stayed out of Azkaban. Or maybe because she had stayed out of Azkaban.

Narcissa only wished that Bellatrix would return there. She was a danger for her and Lucius and more importantly Draco. She didn't want Bella anywhere near her son. She was sure about that now.

If she had to choose a sister to be around the boy she would take Andromeda at any rate. But Narcissa knew it had been a good choice to not reach out to her sister all those years ago. If she had had and Bellatrix found out, they would have been dead the moment Bellatrix escaped.

It was a pity since Narcissa was sure that Sirius had been innocent. But that's what happens when one has priorities – and keeping Draco safe was still priority number one. Even if it meant that she had to sell her soul.