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Chapter 1 : Time
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A/N: I'd like to say thank you to all those who helped me with spousal abuse. That's why its rated so high. But I'm rather excited about this. Leave me a review and some idea of what you think of this. I'm open to any suggestions. I don't own any of this; it all belongs to the lovely, powerful JKR.
I stood at the window, watching outside waiting for him to apparate home. The window fogged with my constant breath beating against it. I wiped it clean again with a swish of my wand. I smiled bittersweetly. This is how it’d been before, long before the Dark Lord and his second returning. Time had taken that from me. Time had aged my husband and me. Time had shattered my husband’s will and turned him into the monster I knew. Time had taken his affection from me to whores and sluts that were twice as young as him. Time had forced him to join to the Dark Lord. Time had forced the Dark Lord to take my husband’s soul. And then time had taken away the Dark Lord, leaving my family at peace for fourteen long years. Then in one swift moment, time had taken everything from me again. Time had taken my husband’s once gentle, loving hands and turned them against me. Time had broken my son’s will and forced him into the Dark Lord’s liege. Time had forced me to now and time had slowly killed away everything I ever knew. Time killed my husband, replacing him with a monster and abuser. Time had taken my sisters from me replacing with one with hollow space and the other with a vicious, unfeeling witch. Time had taken my wealth, my parents, my beauty, and my son away. Time had taken everything and finally, it was the moment to pull the cover over time’s eye. A large crack filled the grounds and my eyes immediately searched for him. I found him and I moved from my worn spot at the window and gracefully stood up, waiting for him where I stood. His sharp, calculated steps echoed through the hall of Malfoy Manor and he called out, “ Where are you, Narcissa?”
“In here,” I calmly called. His steps quickened as he headed toward the parlor. He stepped into the doorway, his steel, cold eyes meeting mine. “Hello, Lucius. How was Lucille?” his jaw stiffened and he said nothing. “Would you like some tea?” I offered. He nodded, taking a seat on the couch. I moved towards the bar and flicked my wand, transfiguring some cups and a steaming pot of tea.
“Why didn’t you use the House Elves?” he asked. I ignored his question and brought the tray over to where he set. I poured him a cup and handed it across to him. He snatched from my hands, careful not to spell any tea. “I said, Narcissa, why didn’t you use the House Elves?” I carefully stirred my tea, putting the exact amount of sugar lumps and took a calm sip before meeting his eyes.
“Because we don’t have any House Elves.” His eyes bugged out of his eyes with rage, and his jaw stiffened immediately.
“What are you taking about?” he asked through clenched teeth. I smiled a little before meeting his eyes again, challenging him.
“I dismissed them all, giving away your good suit clothes and such. I thought that was apporiate,” I murmured, my voice raising slightly with excitement. Lucius let out a growl of rage before sending his fist colliding with my nose. With a sickening crunch, I fell from my chair and sprawled on the ground. Sweet, warm blood began to ooze out of my nose immediately and I sat up, looking at him. He stood tall now, on his feet, his eyes glazed with anger and his usual perfect appearance shattered.
“Why would you think that?” he hissed with cruelty.
“You were simply never home and they were an annoyance unnecessary for me to deal with. So, I got rid of them,” I answered after magically healing my nose with my wand. He moved quickly over to me, glaring me in the face, his hot breath on my cheek. He learned closer and I backed up before my heel caught the end of my robe and I feel to the ground.
“You will not do anything without my orders, understood?” he demanded. I remained silent. “UNDERSTOOD?” he yelled, his voice echoing in our empty, cold home.
“Too late,” I murmured with my face flush with the tile.
“What was that?” he demanded.
“I said, too late, you sick bastard. As of right now, I have cyanide plunging through my blood streams. And there is everything set up to make it seem like its all your fault. We both know that you had the first mistress you knocked up killed. I know that Lucille is pregnant so, I set it up to make look like you killed me.”
“Why, Narcissa?” he asked, his voice strangely in awe and confusion.
“Because my husband died and I can’t live alone anymore,” I answered easily.
“What are you talking about?” he demanded, slightly curious. I shook my head sadly before looking him in the eye.
“You’re a monster, Lucius Malfoy, and you are not the man I married. The man I married is just another causality of this damned war.” I walked over to him and carefully traced his face. He stared at me slightly shocked and slowly, his eyes began to light up with life again even if it was just for a moment. I tenderly traced the scars on his face that could only be seen up close. I kissed him briefly and then tenderly, lovingly kissed his cheek. As I pulled, I remember the pained look in his eyes. His were glazed with emotion and slowly, I fell to the ground and darkness engulfed my soul.
Lucius Malfoy watched his wife gracefully fall backwards down, down, down falling onto their flawless marble floor and blood splattered causing the white to be bloodstained. Her facial features wore a simple eerie grace about them, as she lay there dead. He closed his eyes and bowed his head. He let the warm tears skim across the top of his ivory skin. He bent down to her side, healing the bruise on her side and the slap on her face. He fixed her clothes and pushed her hair out of her face. He wiped his face and fixed it. Suddenly, he stood up and looked at his late wife. He suddenly felt nothing. It was like as she had fallen to the floor she had snapped through and cut the last piece of humanity in him. He really was dead; a hollow of the man he’d been when he’d happily married Narcissa. He walked through the parlor and destroyed their precious life, flipping over furniture and destroying priceless antiques in order to make it look like an accident. Even if it looked that way, his heart would always know what had been done. He stepped through the door to Malfoy Manor and apparated with the sinking feeling in his stomach that he was truly a monster.
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