Narcissa Malfoy One Shots

The Prophecy

"Who do I have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?"

In the dimly lit hallways of Grimmauld Place, Y/N Y/L/N sat alone in the living room, a single candle flickering on the desk. The shadows cast by the flame danced across the room, mirroring the turmoil in her heart. It had been a year since that fateful night, a night meant for celebration, but now forever tainted with heartbreak.

Seven years. Seven years of memories, of shared dreams, of whispered secrets in the quiet corners of Hogwarts. Y/N had loved Narcissa Black from the moment she saw her, a love that had only deepened with each passing year. They had faced the trials and triumphs of their school years together, their bond growing stronger with every challenge.

Their seventh anniversary was supposed to be a testament to their enduring love, a night filled with promises of the future. But someone had other plans. As they danced under the enchanted ceiling, Narcissa's eyes, once so full of love and recognition, had glazed over. The spell had been cast swiftly, the incantation "Obliviate" echoing through the hall before anyone could react.

In an instant, everything they had shared was erased from Narcissa's mind. She had pulled away, confusion and fear in her eyes, not knowing who Y/N was or why she was holding her so close. Y/N had been paralyzed, her heart shattering as she watched the love of her life slip away from her in the most unimaginable way.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Y/N had scoured every book, consulted with every magical expert, desperate to find a way to restore Narcissa's memories. But Obliviate was a powerful spell, one that left no trace of the past it erased. There was no counter-curse, no potion, no magic that could bring back what was lost.

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Narcissa continued her life as if Y/N had never been a part of it. She returned to her work, her laughter and bright spirit unchanged, yet now directed at people and places that held no trace of their shared history. She passed by Y/N in the hallways without a second glance, her eyes seeing only a stranger where once they had seen her beloved.

Y/N, for her part, could only watch from afar. She saw her smile, heard her laugh, and it tore at her soul knowing that those smiles and laughs were no longer meant for her. She couldn't bring himself to approach her, to try and rekindle what had been so cruelly taken away. The risk of causing her further pain was too great.

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One morning, as Narcissa prepared for her day, she noticed a small bouquet of flowers on her office doorstep. Delicate peonies intertwined with fragrant lavender, tied with a simple ribbon. Puzzled but pleased, she brought them inside, their scent filling the room.

The flowers became a daily occurrence. Each morning, a new bouquet awaited her. Sometimes it was a mix of wildflowers, other times elegant roses. A small note always accompanied them, signed with a simple, elegant script: "For Narcissa."

At first, she assumed it was a gesture from a secret admirer at the Ministry of Magic. Curious, she mentioned it to her colleague one afternoon.

"Have you seen the flowers someone's been leaving for me?" Narcissa asked, a smile touching her lips.

Her colleague raised an eyebrow. "Flowers? Every day? That's quite the admirer you have. Do you have any idea who it might be?"

Narcissa shook her head. "No clue. They never leave a name, just 'For Narcissa.' It's sweet, but mysterious."

Y/N, hidden behind her mask, knew the truth. She had arranged for the flowers to be delivered every day, a small gesture to remind Narcissa of the love she once felt, hoping against hope that something might stir within her.