𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 - 𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌

𝑹𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝑶𝒇 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

WARNINGS and I mean it:
THIS STORY IS FUCKING SICK!
DARK ROMANCE, NARCISSA SUFFERS, MEAN NARCISSA, MENTAL ILLNESS, TOXIC ABUSIVE RED FLAG RELATION, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, LIMA SYNDROME, DRUGGED VICTIM, EXTREME JEALOUSY, POSSESSIVENESS, BLOOD, DEATH, PASSING OUT, FIST FIGHT, VOLDEMORT WINS, AND MUCH MORE MENTAL DISORDER
AGAIN THS IS FUCKING SICK!

BUT ALWAYS REMEMBER: this is just a fictional story, okay?

special thanks to ladyvetra who helped me chose the name of the OC

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Miserable.

There was nothing left for Narcissa. That misfortune night has taken everything the pureblood once was so proud of.

The Dark Lord demanded Draco to kill Dumbledore as a punishment for Lucius' failures, knowing the boy would never achieve the mission.

That's why, sadistic as no human could be, Voldemort needed to watch this show from the front row. It would be at least funny to presence the momma's baby pointing his wand to a wizard infinitely more powerful than him.

No one knew it was in Dark Lord's plans to watch Dumbledore's death, but he made it very clear when he stepped the cabinet on the scheduled night, taking shivers from all those who would go along to the mission. What would already be hard enough, now would turn into a slaughter.

Narcissa knew what it meant when she saw that scene. With Voldemort observing her son's moves, her unbreakable vow with Severus wouldn't work, since he hasn't much to do than disobey Voldemort right in front of him.

Desperately, she ran into the cabinet too, gripping her wand, ready to do anything on her will for her son.

Moving as fast as her legs would carry her, Narcissa got on top of the tower on time to see Voldemort whispering in Draco's ears words of pressure while her beloved son was with her trembling wand pointed to his professor. Her motherly heart knew Draco wasn't capable of it.

— Do it now! — Dark Lord back off from Draco's shoulders, indicating it was time to finish this show.

The younger Malfoy was out of breath. Tears streamed down his face when he saw he hasn't another choice. Sad grey orbes found old Dumbledore, pleading that he understand what he was doing and why.

With a nod of his professor, tranquilizing his heart that it was not his fault, Draco uttered:

— Avada Kedavra.

Although, nothing came out of his wand.

Draco didn't mean to do this. To be successful on performing any complex spell, specially unforgivable curses, the willing to achieve the act has to come from the core of the wizard who is conjuring it. Draco Malfoy was no killer.

The crowd of death eaters stayed silent for a second, and then, a burst of laugher blew the place. There was only 4 people not laughing at the astronomy tower: Dumbledore, Draco, Narcissa and Voldemort.

The last one was furious, actually. Not surprised, even because he was the one who projected Lucius' punishment to go that way, but that scene was beyond pathetic for his patience to leaved it behind.