A Cold Winter - Chapter 1: Silence
This is my new and second fanfic. It's mostly about Draco and Narcissa's mother/son relationship, or lack of therefor. Please review, it's very important to me. :D
And, as always, enjoy!
Tittle: A Cold Winter - Chapter 1: Silence
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Non really, some slight Narcissa/Lucius.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Makes reference to themes of violence. Includes some language.
Disclaimer: The wonderful characters belong to JK Rowling, I just borrow them. :)
Author's Notes: Multi-chapter. Takes place during Christmas of 6th year. Non-cannon. Written in diary form.
Summary: Draco goes home for Christmas during 6th year. At home, with only his mother for company, he discovers the true love of the mother he never really knew.
December 22, 1996:
It's cold, oh so cold. I can hear everything: every footstep, every whisper. Sometimes I think I even imagine noises, anything so I don't have to bear the terrible silence. It feels like impending doom, like something horrible is about to happen, and indeed, it will.
I don't want Draco to kill anyone, at least not yet. He is so young, and he doesn't understand. He must be terrified. But I know, I know that, if Draco doesn't kill him, he will be the one to pay. My son... my only son, the one thing I love more than anything on this earth. I am so frightened and yet, there is nothing more I can do.
I'm alone. Lucius is in jail; there is no one to protect me, no one.
I miss my husband terribly. I miss his eyes, his coldness, his occasional smile. I miss his very presence. The house feels even emptier without him -- I feel emptier without him.
But most of all, I miss my son.
I miss the little boy who was afraid of the Boggart in his closet. I miss the little boy who snuck into my room on the nights when Lucius was gone and told me everything would be alright. I miss the little boy who wanted a pet dragon for his sixth birthday. But that little boy is gone. Draco has grown so much that I feel like I hardly know my own son anymore.
He'll be arriving tomorrow, my Draco. I insisted on having him home these holidays. I need to see him, to talk to him; it might be the last time I see my son...
I wish the Dark Lord would never have given him a task, I wish he wouldn't have followed his father's footsteps.
But I've wished a great deal of things, none of which came true.
Narcissa Malfoy
And, as always, enjoy!
Tittle: A Cold Winter - Chapter 1: Silence
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Non really, some slight Narcissa/Lucius.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Makes reference to themes of violence. Includes some language.
Disclaimer: The wonderful characters belong to JK Rowling, I just borrow them. :)
Author's Notes: Multi-chapter. Takes place during Christmas of 6th year. Non-cannon. Written in diary form.
Summary: Draco goes home for Christmas during 6th year. At home, with only his mother for company, he discovers the true love of the mother he never really knew.
December 22, 1996:
It's cold, oh so cold. I can hear everything: every footstep, every whisper. Sometimes I think I even imagine noises, anything so I don't have to bear the terrible silence. It feels like impending doom, like something horrible is about to happen, and indeed, it will.
I don't want Draco to kill anyone, at least not yet. He is so young, and he doesn't understand. He must be terrified. But I know, I know that, if Draco doesn't kill him, he will be the one to pay. My son... my only son, the one thing I love more than anything on this earth. I am so frightened and yet, there is nothing more I can do.
I'm alone. Lucius is in jail; there is no one to protect me, no one.
I miss my husband terribly. I miss his eyes, his coldness, his occasional smile. I miss his very presence. The house feels even emptier without him -- I feel emptier without him.
But most of all, I miss my son.
I miss the little boy who was afraid of the Boggart in his closet. I miss the little boy who snuck into my room on the nights when Lucius was gone and told me everything would be alright. I miss the little boy who wanted a pet dragon for his sixth birthday. But that little boy is gone. Draco has grown so much that I feel like I hardly know my own son anymore.
He'll be arriving tomorrow, my Draco. I insisted on having him home these holidays. I need to see him, to talk to him; it might be the last time I see my son...
I wish the Dark Lord would never have given him a task, I wish he wouldn't have followed his father's footsteps.
But I've wished a great deal of things, none of which came true.
Narcissa Malfoy