Thursday, November 28, 1971

Hogwarts - Slytherin House; 5th years girl's dormitory

All her life, she had wanted to do one thing. Dance. It was her freedom, her passion, her glory. When she was spinning and twirling on any hard flat surface she could find, she felt her soul rise.

Narcissa or Cissy looked out the window of her room and watched the rain fall onto the windowpane. She heard it on top of the ceiling; its sound luring her into another world.

She closed her eyes.

She was no longer in her room at Hogwarts, no longer a fifth year who was teased by her classmates, no longer the girl who had everyone around her make all her decisions.

She was in a garden surrounded by flowers all different types and colors. She could see the Narcissus flower she had been named after, small and white. Right in the middle was a silver water fountain that had a graceful waterfall.

Her normal plain brown hair that always hung around her small shoulders was pulled up in an elegant bun and decorated with tiny rosebuds. The customary black Hogwarts uniform was replaced with a sleeveless silk mauve dress that swished around her bare feet.

For once she felt beautiful.

Narcissa spun around the garden. First on one foot and then the other. She didn't need music; it was in her head. It was the wind that blew through the flowers, in the soft gurgling of the falling water.

She held out her hand and waved it gracefully through the air. Perfect and smooth were its movements. Just like she had been taught since she was three years old. She tilted her head back and smiled. She could feel the sun shining down on her, like the stage spotlight she had grown up in, only this light was the one she longed for. Always there, always beautiful.

Spin, twirl, jump, and land perfectly. Do it again, and again, and again.

Forget the world, forget everyone, forget pain, anger, loneliness.

Find happiness, contentment, answers, healing…maybe love…

Suddenly thunder broke through her dream. Narcissa's eyes flew open. Her sunlit garden was gone. She was back in her dark room. She couldn't hear the wind or water, but the screaming of the younger students down in the common room.

Cissy looked out her window and saw the rain falling harder and the lightning steak across the sky. No longer a free dancer, but simply a student.

Narcissa Diana Black. Cold, haughty, distant; at least that was how people saw her. No emotions or feelings at all.

"She's definitely someone who follows her name. Doesn't care about anyone and only thinks about herself. No wonder people don't like her."

That wasn't true. Narcissa didn't even love herself.

In her entire life, she had never ever told anyone that she loved them. Not her mother, or her father, or even her oldest sister.

She honestly believed that Father had never loved her. She was just 'another daughter.' Another disappointment, the son that would never be. He ignored her and wanted nothing to do with her. He never came to any of her dance recitals. She would be up there on stage looking out in the bright lights, searching for her family. All she would see was her impatient mother, rolling her eyes and waiting desperately for it to end.

Mother had no time for her as well. She simply put Narcissa in dance, because it was the only thing she was good at, but never once did she offer a compliment or a word of praise. Her mother's cold and reserved attitude toward her youngest daughter had hardened Narcissa's heart. Mother only seemed to care about the oldest sister, Bellatrix.

Bellatrix, who was nineteen, was wild and out of control. She had already graduated from Hogwarts, although people wondered how she had been allowed to stay. She had been terrible toward the muggle-born children, publicly hexing them and using them as 'experiments for Dark Magic.' It got so bad, that parents were beginning to pull their children out of school and Hogwarts with its many, many, years of fine and glorious history was getting a bad name. Only on the grounds of expulsion did she finally shape up.

Mother and father were so proud of their 'pureblood minded' daughter and Bellatrix basked in the glory of favoritism. Narcissa was almost ashamed to be related to her and was thankful that Black was a common enough surname that people wouldn't think firsthand that they were sisters.

Then there was Andromeda, who was as different from Bellatrix as two sisters could get. Anni had never minded muggles and thought they were fascinating. Mother and father were appalled and hoped it would only be a stage in her life, but it wasn't. Unlike Bella, Anni was a model student, prefect, and now Head Girl. She had gotten an Outstanding on all her O.W.L.s unlike Bella who all but failed hers.

Although Narcissa cared about Andromeda very much, Anni, with her radical beliefs, distanced herself from the family and therefore from her younger sister. She had been the only person though that had shown any sign of affection to Narcissa, but it was rare.

She sat down on her bed. All her roommates had pictures of their families taped over their beds. There were no family pictures above her bed, only magazine clippings and articles on her favorite ballerina's.

Loretta Daselle who was considered the most graceful dancers of her generation.

Katarina Morlingwell who had won numerous awards for her speed and perfect precision.

Denice Rezinner who traveled all over the world teaching and training up and coming dancers.

Narcissa watched them dance in their small cut outs. She would study their every move knowing that one day she would be in a magazine clipping that was taped over another girl's bed.

There was a knock on the door and Charlotte Bryers, the Slytherin prefect, came in.

"It's time for supper," she said in her typical dead pan voice.

"Thank you," was all Narcissa said.

Charlotte closed the door and Narcissa got up and pulled on her long black robes and went downstairs. The Slytherin common room was empty. It felt so cold and lonely.

Empty

Cold

Lonely

That was how she always felt.


Friday, November 29, 1971

The courtyard

The next morning, Narcissa was walking through the snow on her way to class when she saw Margaret Hollingdale and Lucius Malfoy kissing against one of the stone statues. She thought she was going to throw up. Narcissa hated all forms of public displays of affection and public kissing was on top of the list. So why was she watching?

She turned around to leave and take another direction to class when she heard laughing. She looked behind her and saw Margaret laughing and Lucius trying not to.

"What?" Narcissa snapped.

"Are you heading to the hospital wing?" said Charlotte in her high little girl voice.

Just turn around and walk away.

"Why would I?" Narcissa said

"Leave her alone," said Lucius, "It's not her fault she doesn't know about," and he leaned down and whispered something to Margaret that caused them both to laugh.

Narcissa felt her eyes beginning to fill with tears as and her face and whole body burn with anger as she saw Lucius Malfoy humiliating her. She turned and ran away from them as fast as she could.

"Awww, poor Cissy," she heard Margaret say.

Narcissa ran into the school hallway and sat down on one of the benches. Her class didn't start for another five minutes so she had some time to get herself back together. She wiped away her tears and tried to calm her breathing when she realized someone was next to her. She looked over and saw a pretty first year girl with long red hair. On her black robe was the Gryffindor badge.

"Are you alright?" she asked in a soft voice.

Narcissa nodded. She now knew who it was; Lily Evens, a muggle-born from London. She was a smart girl who was also incredibly kind to everyone, and not just in her own house, but the whole school. Her best friend was shy Severus Snape, who was in Slytherin. Narcissa always liked seeing the two of them together reading a book or discussing their latest school project.

"I'm fine," Narcissa said, "Thank you, though."

"Ok, Lily said. She looked like she was about to walk away when she turned and said, "I sometimes see you dancing in the empty classrooms. You're very lovely and graceful. Are you going to become a professional dancer?"

Narcissa was surprised. No one ever asked her about her dancing.

"I hope so," she said, "Do you dance?" That was probably why Lily was asking.

"Oh no," she said, "I am so clumsy! I trip over everything!"

"I do too," Narcissa laughed, "when it's not planned ahead of time."

Now, Lily laughed, "I can't imagine you being clumsy! When I watch you dance you're like a…fairy spinning and twirling."

She started to spin, her red hair flying across her shoulders. She wasn't watching where she was going and ran right into Lucius Malfoy.

Her face went white as soon as she saw him. Lucius was the Slytherin prefect and he was very strict especially toward the muggle-born children.

"Aren't you suppose to be in class?" he asked coldly.

"I…I…was on my way," Lily said shyly as she picked up her book bag.

"She was just talking to me, that's all," said Narcissa.

Seeing little Lily Evens with her vivid red hair and doll like complexion next to tall scowling Lucius Malfoy with his white blonde hair and pale sculpted features was a scary scene.

"I didn't do anything wrong," Lily said in a choked voice and she turn and ran down the hall.

"You had no right to be so cold to her," Narcissa said.

"I asked her a simple question!" he argued.

"You frighten the children, and they don't respond well to people they don't trust."

"Do you trust me?" asked Lucius

"What?"

"Do you trust me?" he asked again, coming closer to her.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Narcissa said, nervous at how close he was getting. He was almost a foot taller than her and his blue eyes seemed to penetrate her whole being.

"You said that I…frighten the children. Do I frighten you?" He backed her up against the wall and braced his arm against it

"I'm not a child," Narcissa said firmly, although she was practically trembling.

"Prove it," said Lucius "kiss me."

Narcissa felt her mind begin to spin. Lucius was leaning closer into her. Her heart began to pound as he placed his hand firmly on her waist.

"Kiss me," he said again, "Prove that you're not a little girl."

She had never been kissed before. She had always wanted to know what it was like, but now she wasn't so sure. Lucius gently stroked her dark hair and leaned his face closer and closer.

"You know you want to kiss me," he whispered, placing a soft chaste kiss on her cheek.

"No, don't," she said, pushing him out of her way. She grabbed her bag and ran down the hall as fast as she could.

Lucius Malfoy stood there alone in the empty hallway with his usual smug expression. This was going to be the story of the weekend.


Saturday, November 30, 1972

The Great Hall - breakfast

"Are you serious?"

"He really tried to kiss her?"

"That's what I've heard and she ran off!

"She's crazy!"

"I would give anything to have Lucius Malfoy kiss me!"

Saturday morning in the Great Hall was buzzing with the most recent news to come from the Slytherin house. Supposedly, Lucius Malfoy tried to kiss Narcissa Black yesterday afternoon and she ran away!

"Who would want to kiss him anyway?" asked Alice Grayson at the Gryffindor table.

"I know," said Lily pouring milk on her cereal, "He's scary."

"I'm glad she ran," said Sirius Black who was Narcissa's eleven year old cousin.

"Why?" asked his friend James Potter as he handed him a piece of toast.

"Well, she might be my cousin and we may not like each other most of the time, but I still feel…kind of protective of her. Lily's right though. Lucius is scary."

"I'll ask Severus if it really is true," Lily said.

"Why?" asked James with his mouth full of toast, "He might end up kissing you."

"Gross, I just lost my appetite," said Sirius as Lily threw her notebook at James' head and narrowly missed.

At that moment Narcissa walked into the Great Hall. She had not gotten a lot of sleep and wanted to get some breakfast before she went to Hogsmeade. While she walked to her table she noticed the way people looked at her and some of them whispering and laughing.

What was going on?

She found an empty spot at the Slytherin table and poured a goblet of pumpkin juice. She tried to ignore the loud whispering, but it was hard when she heard her name and Lucius being whispered around everywhere.

The young first years at the Gryffindor table stopped their chattering and looked over at her. It was obvious she was beginning to understand what people were whispering about.

"People can be so cruel," Remus Lupin said, "It's none of their business what happens."

"Yeah, I mean who cares if some guy kisses you or not?" said James.

"It's kind of a big deal to a girl," Alice explained.

"Yeah, something you wouldn't know about," put in Lily.

"But, Snivellus would know…" Sirius said. James laughed and Remus rolled his eyes.

This time Lily didn't retaliate. She put her bowl on her plate and got up from the table and walked over to where Narcissa was sitting.

"Hello again," Narcissa said looking up from her book, "How are you?"

"I'm good," said Lily, "About yesterday, thank you for getting me out of trouble with Lucius or at least I thought I was in trouble."

"You weren't," said Narcissa smiling for the first time that morning, "and you're welcome."

"Hi, Lily," came a shy voice.

Both girls looked over and saw a painfully thin boy with stringy black hair and deep black eyes. His robes were old and he was carrying a large stack of books.

"Hello Severus," said Lily brightening up, "do you still want to go to the library today?"

"Yes!" Severus said in a rare excited voice, almost dropping his books.

"Ok," Lily said, "I'll get my bag. Bye Narcissa."

"Goodbye," Narcissa said as she watched the Slytherin boy and Gryffindor girl talk and laugh together. She felt slightly happier and opened her book up and began reading again.

"So, is it true?" came an annoying voice across from her, "Lucius tried to kiss you and you actually ran away?"

Narcissa looked up and saw Margaret and her little gang of girls all giggling and smirking. Even the boys at the Slytherin table were laughing.

"If kissing scares you that much, I wonder what bedding you would be like," one of the boys said. Immediately everyone within earshot roared with laughter.

Narcissa felt all the blood rush to her face. The laughter sounded more like an ocean roar and it rattled in her ears. Her eyes were becoming blurry and her hands were shaking. She felt like she couldn't breathe and without thinking she grabbed her book and got up and walked quickly out of the Great Hall.

How? How did they all know?

Did Lucius tell them?

Was he really that cruel to people who didn't give in to him?

She was almost out the doors when she ran into Lucius and his usual group of loud obnoxious friends. They all smiled evilly when they saw her pale scared face staring straight into Lucius' arrogant expression. Narcissa wanted to scream and yell at him, but nothing came out. She stared at him for a few seconds and then pushed her pass him and out the doors.

She ran out into the snow, the cold air filling her lungs and the wind beating at her face.

I hate you Lucius Malfoy!

I HATE YOU!


Wednesday, December 18, 1971

Christmas Holiday; House of Orion Black

"Come on, Cissy! It's not that big of a deal!" Bellatrix said, "Although, I have to admit, I'm surprised you haven't been kissed yet and you're going to be sixteen in a few days."

"Will you just drop it?" said Narcissa trying to keep her voice calm.

She was on Christmas holiday from Hogwarts and was glad to be away. Andromeda had decided to stay at the school, leaving her with Bellatrix and Sirius and about twenty other annoying relatives. This year the family was spending Christmas at Uncle Orion and Aunt Alberga's (Sirius' parents) city home in London.

So far she had been bored to death because she really had no other cousins her age. They were all younger than her or older than her. Sirius himself was getting bored and said he wished he had taken James Potter's offer to spend Christmas with his family.

"Just a few more weeks and we'll be back at Hogwarts," Narcissa said.

Sirius smiled at her. Their relationship had gotten better since he had come to Hogwarts. They didn't fight nearly as much and after the whole kissing incident with Lucius in November, Sirius had become rather protective of her. He had even stood up to Lucius and told him to leave her alone. Lucius only laughed and pushed him out of the way, but it made Sirius feel better knowing he had at least done something for his cousin.

"Since when do you and the dork get along?" snapped Bella, already annoyed at not being the center of attention for ten seconds.

Before Narcissa could answer, Sirius cut in and said, "Not everybody loves you as much as you do!"

Bella's black eyes hardened and she actually pulled out her ugly bent wand and was about to point it at Sirius when Narcissa pushed her hand out of the way.

"Just drop it, Bella!" she said, "Or you're going to ruin Christmas for everybody. Again."

Bellatrix put her wand back in her robes and walked off in a huff.

"Uhmm…thanks," said Sirius after she had left, "I really thought she was going to curse me. I've heard she's rather good with those Unforgivable Curses."

"Don't worry about her," Narcissa said, "and anyway, I should be thanking you."

"For what?"

"I heard that you stood up to Lucius Malfoy after what…well you know; and anyway I just wanted to say thank you."

"Oh…you're welcome," he said, blushing slightly, "He's a jerk and you might be a Black, but still deserve someone better than him."

"If there is such a thing," said Narcissa, "I don't think the word love exists in our family. My parents hate each other."

"Yeah, so do mine," Sirius said, "That's why I never want to get married. It would be a cruel thing to put any girl through that."

In spite of herself, Narcissa laughed, "I would get married to have a baby," she said.

A sweet blue eyed baby girl who would be loved like no other baby girl had been loved.

"A baby?" said Sirius, "I never knew that. I thought you wanted to be a dancer."

"Oh I do, but I think I can do both."

Kreacher, the ugly old houself, walked into the room and mumbled that supper was ready.

"About time," said Sirius, "I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry," Narcissa said.

While they were all at the table eating and talking, Sirius handed a little package to Narcissa. She looked at him with a confused expression.

"It's your birthday present," he said, "I know your birthday isn't until the 22nd, but I want to give it to you now."

Narcissa smiled and pulled the ribbon off the little box. She opened it up and inside was a little marble flower cameo on a pearl necklace."

"Oh, Sirius," she said, "It's beautiful. Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said and went back to eating his mashed potatoes.

Narcissa pulled the necklace out of the box and held it delicately in her hand.

As the rest of her family at, ignoring the one small scene between her and cousin, Narcissa studied the little cameo. She realized that flowers on the front were narcissus. She turned it over and on the back in tiny words was written: "A heart full of love blossoms like a flower in the sun."


Monday, December 12, 1972

Hogwarts

School was back into full swing and Narcissa was glad to be back. She had a fairly good Christmas and her birthday had been enjoyable as well. She couldn't forget the look of jealousy on her cousin's faces when they saw the necklace that Sirius had given her.

She reached up underneath her shirt and touched it. She now wore it every single day. That one simple gift was more precious to her than anything else she had been given and her relationship with Sirius had gotten better as well.

Narcissa was on her way to lunch when she saw Lucius walking past her. She tried to avoid him, but he saw her.

"Narcissa wait," he said.

"Go away, Lucius. That's all I have to say to you."

"Wait," he said, lightly taking her wrist.

She snapped her wrist back and glared at him.

"I'm sorry about what happened in November," he said quickly.

"No you're not," Narcissa snapped, "what you did was unacceptable and I'm not going to fall for your pathetic lies like every other dopey eyed girl in this school does!"

"I didn't think it would hurt you so much."

"What?" said Narcissa incredulously, "I was humiliated! You told the entire school that I was afraid to kiss you. You the gorgeous, popular, perfect, favorite prefect. How dare someone say no to you, Lucius Malfoy! All you did was play with my feelings and hurt me very deeply. Sirius was right, I deserve better and I certainly don't need to be wasting any more of my time on you."

She was surprised when Lucius didn't say anything at all, but just turned around and walked away.

I hope I hurt that bastard more than he hurt me.


Thursday, April 8, 1972

The library

School flew by as winter melted into spring; only two more months and then summer holiday. Narcissa had studied hard and she was doing some pre-study for her upcoming O.W.L.s which she was stressing over terribly. Lucius Malfoy had completely left her alone since that morning back in January and she was glad of it. With him out of the way, she felt much more at ease with herself.

Lily Evens would often see her in the library and sometimes ask her for help on a particular subject she was having trouble on. As they were working on some transfiguration homework one afternoon, Breton Caveras, a sixth year Slytherin stopped by their table.

"Don't you ever ask for help from people in your own house?" he asked Lily.

"I fail to see how it's any of your business," she said "or are you just a stuck up pureblood that doesn't think that a muggle-born like me should even be talking to a Slytherin?"

"Hey, don't get ugly," he said defensively, "I just asked a simple question." And he walked off.

"Just ignore them," Narcissa said, "boys aren't worth the time."

"Yeah, try saying that to James Potter," said Lily, "He's always showing off around the girls and putting Severus down when I'm around. He makes me sick."

"I know how you feel. Believe me," said Narcissa.

Later that evening in the Great Hall

Choir practice tonight

Potions essay to turn in tomorrow

Ballet exercise tomorrow morning

Help Professor McGonagall with the first years during study hall

Narcissa was going through her to-do list while she was eating supper. Choir practice was in half an hour and she was carefully avoiding any dairy products that could affect her voice.

"Hey."

She turned around and saw Breton.

"What do you want?" she said without even looking at him.

"I would like to know why you write off every single guy who comes near after what Lucius Malfoy did to you almost six months ago."

"I don't have time for boys right now;" said Narcissa, "and quite frankly Hogwart's boys are not on the top of my relationship list."

"Well, that's a bad attitude," said Breton, "You really don't care about anyone."

Narcissa was getting annoyed, "I don't have time for this," she said getting up and grabbing her bag.

"I think I might know why you're so angry about this whole situation and everyone else is beginning to agree," Breton said as he grabbed her arm.

"Really? And what's that?" Narcissa said, getting angrier by the second.

"I think the real issue is that you wanted to kiss Lucius and feel guilty at the fact that you didn't and ran away instead."

Now, Narcissa was enraged! How could anyone think that she had wanted to kiss him? And that she was angry out of guilt?

"You don't know anything!" she snapped at him.

She ran out of the Great Hall and started walking to the choir room. While she was walking down the long stairwell, she had been so occupied in her own thoughts that she didn't watch where she was going and ran right into someone or something.

She tripped and fell down the rest of the stone steps. When she landed at the bottom her entire body was in pain. Her feet, hands, and arms didn't seem broken, but she had hit her head several times and her ribs sent our painful waves if she made the slightest move.

Narcissa began to cry, the pain was so bad. She heard several people yelling and in her blurry vision could see people running around. Her head was throbbing badly.

"Help…help," she said, her voice was so choked with tears.

She felt someone's warm hand on her forehead.

"Is anything broken?" said a gentle male voice

"I…I…don't…know," she managed to say through her tears, "It just hurts so much."

"I'm going to take you to the hospital wing."

Whoever it was picked her up and carried her gently. Narcissa wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and held on. Her ribs were causing her so much pain and the throbbing in her head was getting worse. Soon everything went dark.


Friday, April 9, 1972

The hospital ward

Narcissa slowly opened her eyes. She could see sunlight filter in through an open window. She could hear quiet voices talking. She was in the school hospital.

At first she was confused. Why was she in the hospital and not in her room?

Then memories of what had happened the night before filled her mind.

Breton. I was angry at Breton.

I ran out of the Great Hall.

I was walking down the stairs and I ran into someone.

I fell down and was brought in here.

Who was it that brought me in here?

I should probably thank him.

"Well it's nice to see you're up," said Madam Pomfrey.

She placed her hand on Narcissa's forehead, "You gave us quite a scare last night," she said, "How are you feeling."

"Better," said Narcissa, "but my head still hurts and so do my ribs."

"Oh, you're going to be in here for a while," said Madam Pomfrey.

"What?"

"You broke quite a few ribs, but they should heal up in a couple of days and you just came out of a slight concussion as well."

"Madam Pomfrey, who brought me into the hospital wing?"

"Oh, you didn't know? It was Lucius Malfoy, you ran into him on the stairs. He felt absolutely terrible and refused to leave until he knew you were better."

"Lucius?" said Narcissa

"Yes, I was very surprised actually at the way he was when he was around you. Well, anyway are you hungry?"

Narcissa nodded, but her mind wasn't really on food.

Later that afteroon

"I'm glad you didn't break anything," said Lily as she handed her a bouquet of daffodils.

"Thank you," said Narcissa.

"Do you hurt?" Severus asked

"Not too much. Madam Pomfrey said my ribs need some healing, that's all."

"We were all really scared about what happened," said Severus, "a lot of people thought that Lucius Malfoy might have pushed you down the stairs."

"Why would he push her down the stairs only to take her to the hospital?" asked Lily.

"Oh yeah, that's true," said Severus

"All right, visiting time is up," said Madam Pomfrey, "back to lunch."

"Bye Narcissa, I hope you get better," said Lily.

"Bye," said Severus.

Narcissa waved goodbye to the both of them. When they were gone she lay back down on her pillow. She was still thinking about Lucius. She had a quite a group of people come in to visit her all morning, including Sirius who seemed genuinely convinced that Lucius was just putting on an act.

Narcissa fingered with her cameo necklace. Sirius really disliked Lucius, almost to the point of hating him. She couldn't forget the frightened look in the young boy's eyes when he asked how bad she was hurt.

She flipped the cameo on its back and read the inscription: "A heart full of love blossoms like a flower in the sun."

All her life people had told her that she couldn't love. It wasn't true, not anymore. She did love. She loved the children, Sirius, Lily, and Severus, even that little cuss James Potter was worth a spoonful of affection (although it was evident that he got enough at home).

She was becoming a happier person because she was around the children so often. They made her feel important, they didn't hold back what they thought, without even realizing it they had opened her heart and filled it with love and she was able to blossom into a different person.

How wonderful it was.

Suddenly in that moment she had made her decision. She knew what she wanted to do.


Saturday, April 19, 1972

The Lake

"You want to become a teacher?" said Andromeda, "What about being a dancer?"

"Anni," said Narcissa, "Ever since my accident on the stairs, I have had a lot of time to think about what I want to do. Madam Pomfrey said my ribs would heal and they have, but it's still too painful to dance. Before I would have been devastated, but now, I don't care. I want to be a teacher, the children…they make happy, and they make me want to become a better person.

Andromeda smiled, "Well, it's your decision, but don't be too hasty. Although, I have noticed how much you've changed, ever since Christmas. You and Sirius, you two use to fight all the time and now, you get along like you've been friends for years."

"I owe a lot of this decision to Sirius," she said, "After what…Lucius pulled in November, Sirius has really proven himself."

"Have you talked to Lucius since your accident?" Andromeda asked.

"Hell no," Narcissa scoffed, "Why would I?"

"I was just curious. I mean after all he was very worried about you."

"I have nothing to say to Lucius at all," Narcissa said coldly, "He didn't visit me once in the hospital. He only took me there, so he could earn prefect points."

All right," was all Andromeda said.

There is no place for Lucius Malfoy in my life at all.


Sunday, July 14, 1972

Summer holiday in St. Tropez, France

"Really Narcissa, you should rethink this," said her mother.

"Mother, I already have," Narcissa said, "I want to teach."

"She likes spending time with little mudblood children than she does with her own kind," said Bellatrix

"Shut up, Bella!" Andromeda said.

"Wait," said her father, "Is this true?"

"Well, yes," she said, "There are a couple of children-"

"You are a pureblood!" her father raged, "And I will not see any child of mine waste their god-given talent to sit behind a desk to teach that mudbloods and purebloods should even have the right to sit together!"

"Father," said Narcissa, "It's not your decision!"

Cygrus Black raised his hand and slapped across his daughter's face.

She fell to the ground holding her swollen face and choking on her tears.

"Father!" screamed Andromeda, "How could you?"

"That'll teach her to talk to her father like that," said Cygrus, "And if anyone is to blame, it's you! You've probably been encouraging this attitude from the very beginning, haven't you?"

"No, I haven't," said Andromeda, "This decision to teach was Narcissa's, and I had no say in it."

"I've already had to put up with you and your over radical beliefs and I'll be damned if I have another child following where you're going!"

Narcissa got up off the ground and raised her eyes to her father, "I'm…sorry," she said.

"You should be," he grunted, "You never were good for much anyway."

His words hit Narcissa like an icy dagger. No matter how hard she tried, she would never win his love. Why did he hate her? What could she do?

"It's time for lunch," her mother said as if nothing had ever happened.


Tuesday, July 16, 1972

On the beach of St. Tropez

Narcissa watched as the water moved across the distance. The seagulls were squawking loudly overhead. She buried her feet deeper into the cold sand. The sun was going down sending pink and orange rays across the waves.

She had just gotten her O.W.L. results back from Hogwarts and came out with an Outstanding in all subjects. She knew she should have been happy, but any joy of her good grades was completely drained.

Narcissa hadn't talked to her father in the last two days. Actually, she hadn't talked to anyone at all. She was so angry, she just wanted to take something and break it. She fiddled with the wand in her hand. Narcissa knew full well she wasn't allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts, but the urge…the urge to just be able to say a couple of words and have something come out the way you want it to and not have anyone argue it.

Several tears trailed down her face. She hated her father. He was cruel, heartless, cold, unfeeling, arrogant, hateful, and so many more things. He treated her mother badly. Sometimes late at night when Narcissa would be upstairs reading she would hear her parents fighting. She would sneak down the stairs to see what was happening.

Her father almost always hit her mother. It was awful to see. He was so much bigger than her. He would hold her hands behind her back and start hitting her with his free hand. Sometimes he would hit her in her face until it bled, another time he actually broke her arm and her mother lied to everyone and said she broke it herself.

He treated her mother like he treated the houselves. They would cower in front of him when he got angry and her mother did the same thing. The look in her eyes was painful. Narcissa was beginning to understand why her mother was so distant. Fear did that to people. It cut people off and held them back.

If my husband ever hit me…or any of my children.

She looked at her wand. It would only be a few more months.

End of Part One

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She didn't understand it at all. He wasn't his normal irritating, obnoxious self. What had changed in him? Can a person really change so much over the summer?