Stronger Than Silver

Break Free from the Dark Lord's Clutches!

Trigger Warnings: Suicide Attempts.

The hopeless, agonizing screams and cries of his wife was a cacophony to his ears. It was as if his head was submerged underwater so that all the voices above the surface were nearly inaudible.

Her sobs grew louder and louder by the moment before Lucius slowly regained his consciousness and came to realize what had happened.

He blinked several times, his wife's screams in his ears. Lucius could merely make out the appearance of the bottom of a blurry crystal chandelier in the middle of a gray ceiling. His vision eventually came to focus as he realized what had occurred before him.

The smell of fresh blood reeked his nostrils. His memory came flooding back, causing Lucius to recoil at the amount of damage he had done to his wrist.

Fortunately for him, he managed to tilt his head to catch a glimpse of his surroundings.

A gasp escaped Narcissa's lips, followed by a joyous cry.

"Oh, Lucius! Lucius Malfoy! I thought I'd lost you forever!" she sobbed, cradling her husband in her arms as if he were a baby. "Oh, Merlin... please do not ever do that again, please... You mean too much to me to leave this world..." his wife shook through her racking sobs.

The platinum blonde took a deep breath to make the scenery before him become less blurry.

All right, Lucius. Focus and breathe. Focus. You are alive; you are still alive.

The aftermath of weeping hysterically still clung heavily to his wife, whose teeth were still chattering from the forceful sobbing. Despite her best efforts to control herself, she hiccuped as if she were a young child.

"L-Lucius... I-I... I thought... y-you were gone forever. Oh, my love... My poor sweetheart..." Tears dripped endlessly from her dark sapphire eyes, the powder on her pale face smeared with dark mascara.

Lucius turned his head to glance at his arm. Narcissa was holding the wound closed with her fingers as best as she could whilst she applied pressure with her other hand. Fresh red blood stained the entire left side of his white button-down shirt.

He wondered how long he had been out cold for.

"C... Cissy?"

"Yes, my dear Luci?"

"...How much was I bleeding?" he croaked.

Narcissa heaved a heavy sigh and responded grimly, "A lot, my dear, but don't worry about it now. What matters is that you are still alive, and we are going to make sure you are safe and healthy." She pressed a dainty finger to her husband's white lips to shush his protests. "Just hold on a little tighter, all right, darling? I know that everything will be better soon; just please hold on."

Seeing as that her husband had obliged, Narcissa gently extracted her wand from the pocket of her skirts, a pointy ebony one made of black wood, and held it close to the deep slash on Lucius' left wrist.

"Vulnera Sanentur..." she hummed, her soft, melodic tone emulating that of a harmonica in the bitter atmosphere of the manor.

Repeating the incantation several times, she watched the healing spell slowly stitch the cut above her husband's dark mark, a growing relief in her eyes.

"Stay right there, my dear," she touched his nose lightly. "I shall return very soon."

Lucius watched his wife leave the sitting room of the stark manor from the velvet couch, lean and graceful in her pitch black attire and diamond pumps.