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.

21. Chapter 21

DISCLAIMER: Obviously I don't own any of the characters in Harry Potter or anything belonging to Harry Potter World, it belongs to the only and only creator J.K

Enter Twenty-One

January 21, 2001

Tonight I am sitting here on my sofa on the verge of intoxication. My husband hasn't come back since yesterday. Who knows where he is or what he is doing, but I am here completely intoxicated. After dinner today, I walked down to the wine cellar and picked up two bottles of something and came back to my room. I polished one bottle in one go, and now I'm almost done with the second bottle.

I hate coming back here, for the past year I was staying on and off at Malfoy Manor because Theo was always away. Sometimes he would be gone for several weeks. That's where drinking wine become a problem but an easy outlet. So here I am completely wasted and before I go to bed, I figured I'd write here and also if my husband comes back I will see him. My eyes are so dry and my head keeps lollying around, I haven't take any potions since earlier. I know my husband is going to be upset with me. I already told him what was going to happen if I stay here. Here I am taking up hold habits, with just one eye open trying to write this.

I don't know what to write about right now, my memories are hazy and my thoughts are obliterated. All I can feel right now is the warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach as the alcohol makes its way through my blood stream and into my brain. This is where I enjoy having no thoughts or emotions and giggle for no apparent reason. Like right now as I write this down, my handwriting is sloppy and ink is smeared on this page.

As I downed the last of this glass of wine, my husband is standing at the door. I can see the anger on his face. I don't know if its anger at me in my current state, or if its anger over whatever he was doing or anger over information he has been told. So I think its time to lay down and go to "sleep". He does not look to great. He is usually quite dashing when he's angry, but when its toward someone else, not directed toward me. So I am going to end it right here.