And we know its never simple, never easy
Narcissa walked briskly through the black manor next to Lucius, trying to ignore the stench of rotting bodies coming from the dungeons.
She held her nose closed and pulled a face when Lucius looked over, causing him to let out a loud laugh before checking himself and putting on a mask of sobriety “I know darling, but it’s just muggles, they died for a worthy cause”
She tried not to scrunch up her face in disgust at the words coming from her fiancés mouth “I know but the stench is atrocious isn’t it?”
“I cannot disagree with you there, shall I cast a spell against it?”
“I’d rather you not, last time you tried I couldn’t smell or taste for weeks”
“Well I really don’t see why that’s-” He cut off abruptly as they reached the door to the great dining hall. A death eater stood at the door and nodded as Lucius lifted his sleeve to reveal the dark mark. Oh how she hated that thing, a reminded of all the atrocities he had committed and all the ones she had. A reminder that they were bound to Voldemort and wouldn’t, couldn’t, ever be able to forgive themselves for the lives they took in the name of making the world “a better place for all wizards”.
Well maybe “they” was the wrong pronoun to use. Often Narcissa feared that her fiancé felt no guilt for what he was doing, that she was the only one in the room who saw past Tom Riddles handsome face and lectures about blood purity.
She sat down in between her brother in law and her fiancé, much closer to the dark lord than she would have liked. This was the first meeting without Regulus, who hadn’t been seen in weeks. She often wondered where he went, but considering that the dark lord seemed entirely unfazed by his absence, she was hesitant to ask. She wished she could believe he had simply escaped: made his way out of the dark lord’s twisted club of pureblood murderers and was now living his best life in a seaside cottage somewhere. But she knew it wasn’t true. He was dead or on a mission that would get him killed, and she hadn’t even been given time to say goodbye to her cousin. It hit her suddenly that she’d never said goodbye to either of her cousins. And she hated the dark lord all the more from taking them from her.
Ten minutes later Bellatrix was getting impatient “Is this meeting starting anytime soon or are we just here to sit there in silence and breathe in rotting carcasses”
Druella gave her a pointed look but Voldemort just smiled and held a finger to his mouth so shush the gathering as three hesitant knocks were heard on the door.
Voldemort flicked his wrist away from the door and it opened slowly.
Narcissa craned her neck to see the figure coming through the door and tried not to gasp when the figure removed its hood to reveal a face she knew all too well.