Desiderium

Narcissa tried, she tried to stop Andromeda from leaving, she tried to stop Bellatrix from going insane, and she tried to stop Regulus from taking the mark. All in all every single attempt she made was shut down and she accepted it, she bit back her tongue and stood down. But not this time, no. She will not allow her child, her son, her Draco. To be raised like she did. She knows Lucius would never hurt him. It was one of the reasons she fell for him, yes. His promises to never hurt him, his promises to never hurt her, physically, mentally, or emotionally. She should of known that a boy that was raised in his environment, the pressure from his father, would never keep it.
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A woosh of green dust sparkled in the air, a mans figure could be seen from the fireplace. "Narcissa? What are you doing here? You said you were going to visit the Porters." the confused voice of Lucius Malfoy sounded out. "Zabini." Narcissa corrected.
"Joanne's husband died two weeks ago." Narcissa never bothered to learn the mans name. He wasn't going to be around for too long, there was no point. "Ah send Joanne my condolences, where's Draco then?" he asked looking around the room, moving on. "You don't need to know that." " Is everything alright my dear? You seem troubled." "Of course why wouldn't it be, after all." Narcissa waved her wand at the teapot to boil the water. "I have your bitch." With that all the color drained from Lucius' face, his happiness replaced with anger. "Where is she!? What have you done to her!?" he bellowed. "Don't worry i haven't touched your little whore just yet." The kettle had reached its peak, Narcissa took it and poured it into her cup, the teabags already inside. "Narcissa if you touch her i swear-" "To do what? Kill me?" Narcissa laughed honest to Salazar laughed she didn't know why, perhaps the so called black family curse had finally seeped into her brain, but by Morgana it felt good. Sirius used to tease her saying that the reason she was so timid and non rebellious is that she would much worse in the future. Maybe he was right. Narcissa threw a glass ball unto the table. "Take a look for yourself." Lucius took it, the screaming voice of his mistress Penelope replaying "Lucius, Lucius help me please!" Narcissa mocked. She was becoming more and more like her sister. "You vicious little bitch!" Lucius screamed at her. "I believe your describing your side piece." Narcissa smiled, sipping at her teacup. "There's no point on keeping this charade up much longer." With a wave of her hand a document appeared on the table. "Annulment? Narcissa you cant be serious." Lucius said calming himself down. A smug look on his face. "I've never been more serious in my life" Narcissa almost laughed noting the double meanings. If Regulus was here he would be on the floor laughing, breaking etiquette, he always did hate Lucius. "Sign it, or I'll tell the whole world on how you brought this girl into our bed." Lucius might love Draco, might even love her, but he'll always love his reputation more. Lucius handed her a signed document. "Where's Draco? Narcissa goddamn it I have the right to know he is my son!" "No he's not, not anymore."
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Narcissa left, with her belongings in hand, Draco safe with Joanne. She left Lucius alone in a cold house no wife, no son. In the garden of a small cottage a little girl, no older then 7. Snapped out of her dreamlike daze, She started shaking her head, hands quivering, struggling to breathe. "No, no, no. This is not how its supposed to go!" She yelled fear in her voice. She'd always been different, she knew that. Seeing things that couldn't be true. Only for them to happen weeks or even years later. She'd been haunted by the same dream, since her mother died. It stayed the same till now. Awful things would happen, but the future later would prosper. Now it was a mess, a jumble. Things changed, memories, events that never happened. There was no decided future. But all of them had the same ending, the wizarding world in ashes. She could still see the bodies, smell the fire. The screams, gods the screams. Her name was Luna.