"...just tell him what he wants and this will stop." Narcissa whispered, face stoic but eyes torn.
"I-I tried," she lied with a cough, whimpering as her nerves fired off again.
A door slammed open and dread settled deep in her bones.
"Since pain seems a poor motivator, my dear, let's see what you do fear."
Through the fog of despair a stupid, terrible plan formed.
"Legilimens."
"Who was that man your boggart turned into?"
"...Rabastan Lestrange. In another life we'd have been engaged."
She desperately pushed the fake memory forward.
"Rabastan? I can work with that."