(this probably is nothing like you wanted, but your prompt was inspiring so here is whatever this is.)
how did we come to this, lucius/narcissa, PG?
She can see a man that looks like Lucius out of the corner of her eye. It probably is her husband. He hasn't looked himself in months. Here in the forest it's been even harder to distinguish which one of these black cloaked men is hers.
She should not be here. He should not be here. This is not their world. Their world is made of pretty things, china and crystal, sheet counts so high it's impossible to count. Parties with all of their friends dressed in their finest and the mark on everyone's left arm glamoured away for the night because it's a party and politics are not discussed out in the open in polite society. They do not have to be. Everyone agrees anyways.
But that is worlds away. Narcissa cannot remember the last time she threw a party, it has to be a couple of years ago now, because ever since Draco's fifth year her sister has been living with them and one cannot throw a party with a wanted woman in the house.
She could not throw a party when her husband was in Azkaban. She could not throw a party when her husband was released from Azkaban. Lucius had promised this would not be dangerous, but he sat in Azkaban while he wandered the halls all night and Narcissa locked her door and cried into her pillow hoping Draco would be left alone. Draco was not old enough to take his father's place. She tried to forget Regulus had only been sixteen. She tried to forget Regulus.
She'd switch places with her former self now knowing this is where she ends up, in a forest, not knowing whether her son is alive, not recognizing her husband. At least then she knew where Draco was. Lucius was safer than Azkaban then he is here. She cannot remember if he has a wand on him still. Probably not. He doesn't need a wand because they will win. This talk of winning is the same talk she heard before Draco was born. And yet, here they are in a dirty forest. Some of them are dead, some of them are injured, her husband is no longer a favorite and he does not have a wand. She has seen no proof of the winning that was supposed to come twenty years ago.
And yet, Harry Potter has walked through the forest. He is here and he lays on the ground and she has been ordered to check on his demise. Make sure it worked. She is not marked. Narcissa Malfoy is not a Death Eater, would never have joined. They should let her sister go at him with her knife and cut him into pieces if they want reassurance. This is not her fight. Her fight is Lucius and Draco and she may be losing. Maybe that is not Lucius she can barely see as she kneels next to this child, maybe this is Draco disguised as Harry Potter and sent to his death. Draco would have come to her when the rest of the Slytherins left the castle. If Draco was in the castle, he was hostage.
And when she feels his heart beating she knows she has two choices. She can tell the truth and they will kill him again, but they will stay here and fight until everyone in the castle has died, the castle where Draco is. Voldemort will be in charge for as long as she lives. There will be no more pretty things because Lucius will have to serve him forever.
Or she can lie, she can say he is dead and they will march on the castle, assuming they have won, as they have assumed they will win for years, and maybe she can still save Draco. Maybe she can save Lucius and they can return. Return to their world of pretty things, and it will not be a ghost of a man who kisses her and runs his fingers through her hair, it will be her husband.
It is the memory of the look on Lucius' face as she walked down the aisle that keeps her from shaking while she stands and speaks.
of course of course. <3 i love filling prompts. (i can never think of anything to prompt myself but i love ficathons because i'm like YES, all the things to write!)
how did we come to this, lucius/narcissa, PG?
She can see a man that looks like Lucius out of the corner of her eye. It probably is her husband. He hasn't looked himself in months. Here in the forest it's been even harder to distinguish which one of these black cloaked men is hers.
She should not be here. He should not be here. This is not their world. Their world is made of pretty things, china and crystal, sheet counts so high it's impossible to count. Parties with all of their friends dressed in their finest and the mark on everyone's left arm glamoured away for the night because it's a party and politics are not discussed out in the open in polite society. They do not have to be. Everyone agrees anyways.
But that is worlds away. Narcissa cannot remember the last time she threw a party, it has to be a couple of years ago now, because ever since Draco's fifth year her sister has been living with them and one cannot throw a party with a wanted woman in the house.
She could not throw a party when her husband was in Azkaban. She could not throw a party when her husband was released from Azkaban. Lucius had promised this would not be dangerous, but he sat in Azkaban while he wandered the halls all night and Narcissa locked her door and cried into her pillow hoping Draco would be left alone. Draco was not old enough to take his father's place. She tried to forget Regulus had only been sixteen. She tried to forget Regulus.
She'd switch places with her former self now knowing this is where she ends up, in a forest, not knowing whether her son is alive, not recognizing her husband. At least then she knew where Draco was. Lucius was safer than Azkaban then he is here. She cannot remember if he has a wand on him still. Probably not. He doesn't need a wand because they will win. This talk of winning is the same talk she heard before Draco was born. And yet, here they are in a dirty forest. Some of them are dead, some of them are injured, her husband is no longer a favorite and he does not have a wand. She has seen no proof of the winning that was supposed to come twenty years ago.
And yet, Harry Potter has walked through the forest. He is here and he lays on the ground and she has been ordered to check on his demise. Make sure it worked. She is not marked. Narcissa Malfoy is not a Death Eater, would never have joined. They should let her sister go at him with her knife and cut him into pieces if they want reassurance. This is not her fight. Her fight is Lucius and Draco and she may be losing. Maybe that is not Lucius she can barely see as she kneels next to this child, maybe this is Draco disguised as Harry Potter and sent to his death. Draco would have come to her when the rest of the Slytherins left the castle. If Draco was in the castle, he was hostage.
And when she feels his heart beating she knows she has two choices. She can tell the truth and they will kill him again, but they will stay here and fight until everyone in the castle has died, the castle where Draco is. Voldemort will be in charge for as long as she lives. There will be no more pretty things because Lucius will have to serve him forever.
Or she can lie, she can say he is dead and they will march on the castle, assuming they have won, as they have assumed they will win for years, and maybe she can still save Draco. Maybe she can save Lucius and they can return. Return to their world of pretty things, and it will not be a ghost of a man who kisses her and runs his fingers through her hair, it will be her husband.
It is the memory of the look on Lucius' face as she walked down the aisle that keeps her from shaking while she stands and speaks.
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also i looooooove the bit where she remembers regulus ;__; when she thinks and worries about draco
soooo good! thank u for the fill <3
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