Death
June15th,1973
The teacup dropped from Narcissa’s grip as she cried out in pain, landing with a light thud inn the carpet; the final drops of the liquid spilling out of the china. “Dobby,” she moaned, gripping the posts of the bed.
Dobby appeared a moment later, swiftly picking up the teacup and placing it on the vanity as she cried out in pain. “What is it, Mistress?” Dobby squeaked, his eyes widened in fear as Narcissa climbed onto the bed. “Is it time for the new Master to be born?”
“Find my Mother, Druella Black,” Narcissa ordered, clenching her fists in the sheets; another cramp taking hold of her. “Now!”
It’s too early… she thought desperately, trying to breathe her way through the pain. It’s too early… I can’t be having the baby now…
“Narcissa,” the teen heard as her mother appeared by her bedside.
“Mum…” she whimpered as she felt another contraction. “What… what’s going on?”
Druella felt her daughter’s stomach, then looked to see bloodstains on her daughter’s legs. “Have you done anything strenuous?” Druella asked.
“No… I just had some tea… like I do every morning… Merlin the pain!”
“Listen to me very closely,” Druella said firmly, seeing the panic in her daughter’s brown eyes. “I’m going to help you out of the bed, and then take you to the tub… where you will lose the child—“
“What?!” Narcissa yelped, tears streaming down her face. “I can’t lose the baby! I can’t!”
“It doesn’t matter,” Druella said firmly, grabbing her daughter’s arm and lifting her out of the bed; bracing the girl around her shoulders as she led her to the en-suite. “Whether you want it to happen or not, you will lose this child. There’s nothing anyone can do about it.”
Narcissa started screaming as she fought her mother’s grip; her body panicking, as she struggled to break free. “No! No! I can’t! I can’t lose this baby!”
Druella tightened her grip even more, waving her wand and binding Narcissa’s arms to her body. “Whether you like it or not, Narcissa, this is the price you pay to be a woman in our society! Now quit being ridiculous and get to the tub. Pray Lucius will be understanding of this as well… Lord knows Abraxas Malfoy will not be, nor will your Father.”
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An hour later, it was over. Blood pooled around Narcissa’s legs as she looked down. A baby lied there. Small, maybe just a bit bigger than her hand, but it was definitely a baby. Their skin was bright pink, dyed in blood. A moment later, some water from Druella’s wand washed it away, revealing faint pale skin. You could just make out the bones in the body; the thin skin still covering them. If Druella hadn’t known better, she’d thought the tiny babe was sleeping… but she knew they weren’t.
Narcissa slowly leaned forward and picked up the child, cradling them against her chest; tiny whimpers escaping her throat. She heard Druella gasp over her shoulder. “Merlin have mercy… it was a boy…”
Narcissa broke then; a sob being wrenched from her throat as she looked at her child’s still face; anger and rage filling her core as she released a blood curdling scream. Druella immediately stepped forward, using magic to still her daughter’s arms while she snatched the babe from her; being very careful as she laid it down in a shoebox.
“No!” Narcissa cried, trying to resist her mother’s magic. “Give him back! Give me back my baby! Give him back!”
Druella then launched a stunning spell at her daughter, Narcissa’s cries being abruptly cut off as her body struck the back of the tub, but her head leaned over the edge. Druella conjured another box, using a spell to create the illusion that the new box held the stillborn. While Narcissa was still in labor, she had sent owls to both Patriarchs, informing them of the tragedy. They were going to learn of it sooner or later.
When she had finished preparations for the patriarchs arrival, she waved her wand to clean up her youngest and carry her back to the bed.
“Where’s Lucius?” Narcissa stirred.
“Not here,” Druella replied firmly. “He’ll find out when he gets home.”
“He needs to know…” Narcissa whimpered. “He needs to know before they get here…”
“He’ll find out when he arrives,” Druella replied firmly. “He’s a man, Narcissa. He won’t care about this. He’ll just be upset you lost his heir; and, if you’re lucky, remind you of your place after a few days before trying again.”
“Lucius isn’t like that!” Narcissa snapped. “He’s the father of my baby! He needs to know! He needs to know—“
Before Narcissa could continue, Druella knocked her out again, not wanting to deal with the hysterics.
“Dobby,” Druella called, tucking Narcissa into the covers, and smoothing out her hair. The girl was still a Black by blood, and even in the midst of tragedy, was going to look at least semi-presentable.
The elf appeared a moment later, bowing. “Yes, Mistress Black?”
“Take me to Lucius.”