Diary of a Death Eater's Wife

by AsdzaaMalfoy

After several nervous breakdowns, her own magic bind, the love of her life risking his life on every mission as she sits back and witnesses the ins and outs of a Death Eater. Mrs. Nott keeps a diary of daily entries, to keep her sane as she figures out how to get her magic back all while hoping for her husbands safe return.

1. Chapter 1

Entry One:

January 01, 2001

I was informed writing in a diary or journal helps with mental health. I had a nervous break down recently. Drinking wine, apparently isn't the proper way of dealing with said mental health. I was gifted with this beautiful diary, filled with protection charms and spells to prevent others from reading it. It's a lovely leather bond tome looking diary, it even came with its own special quill and ink. The leather smells like a brand new saddle, earthy and solid, with a musky smoky smell. The smell brings me back to my childhood, back to the open range, watching the beautiful bright orange and pink sunsets, hearing the dry grass crunch and sand breaking beneath horse's hooves, listening to the creaking of saddles with each step, and smelling the musky scent of horse sweat. I was born and raised in the southwest part of the states. I was probably around 16 or 17 when I first landed in the drawing room in Malfoy Manor. My normal, easy, simple, minimal lifestyle was yank from my grasp. I am the only surviving member of my family. I had three older siblings, my mom and dad, gone in a blink of an eye. I still never got the answers I wanted.

Now I'm a wife, a wife of a Death Eater, an influential one to boot. I'm not complaining about that, I love my dear husband. As I was once a "Death Eater", but now I'm just a shackled wife, literally. I have cursed chains around my ankles, wrists, and neck, preventing me from using my magic. Thanks to the Dark Lord and his fragile egotistical toxic masculinity, here I am, the bird with the clipped wing, who sits in her cage of a manor. These entry's will be about my daily life, a bird with clip wings, the mental anguish, psychotic outburst, magical bind electrocutions, interactions with all those who cross my path, memories that are good, bad and ugly. There is so much anger, hurt, darkness, and love whirling within me. My silly quiet husband, Theodore Nott has always been the keeper of my little black heart. Draco and Balise have always been like brothers or I should say are brothers to me. I have a love hate relationship with Draco right now, and Blaise has been in Italy since the war.

Aside from my new diary, last night we attended a new year's ball at the Malfoys. It was going well, until that lunatic Dolohov came marching in with his cronies, dragging a body of one of the members of the Phoenix, blood dripping off their body. These kinds of sights are normal, but couldn't it wait until after the ball was over. Then my husband whispered to me, he was being summoned and away he went. In times like this our little house elf comes and takes me home.

So here I am writing and waiting for him to return. My silly husband, I love him, I really love him. It probably sounds redundant, but after everything I went through and continue to go through, he has always been right there next to me. As I write this, there is this feeling at the pit of my stomach, and an emotional feeling, when I think of him. It sounds ridiculous, but he is the very reason, I crawl out of this sticky darkness, to continue living my life with him. My dear I hope you are safe and well. I also hope you come home in one piece. This life of mine, can be so dull, all I do is wait and worry, wait and worry, have a nervous breakdown, wait and worry some more. So to add a little excitement, I will begin writing about my daily life as a Death Eater's Wife. The ins and outs, the behind the scenes, to a certain extent. So here is to a new year and hopefully I don't become a widow.

XO,

Mrs. Nott