Lexi Layyer my only weakness*hp fanfic*

Narcissa and her Son

“Narcissa!”

I look up at once, feeling all the pairs of eyes in the room burning into me. My heart thumps wildly in my chest, pounding against my ribcage. Lucius protectively steps closer to me, placing a hand on the small of my back.

“I want you to fetch my daughter,” the Dark Lord says coolly from his seat at the opposite end of the dining table. His lips curl up into a chilling smile and his snake hisses at his feet.

I exchange a glance with Lucius before nodding and standing up at once, almost flying out of the room. I shouldn’t think like this but I’m so relieved just to get out of there. To be sat at my family’s long dining table, the seats filled with Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort himself at the head, is definitely unsettling to say the least.

Especially when the room is burdened with such a heavy, chilling silence. Like Voldemort is just choosing the perfect moment to attack one of us. The rest of us are just sitting there, watching and waiting and wandering if we’ll ever see the next morning.

So I excuse myself at once and it takes a lot of effort not to run out of the room. I can barely look at the Dark Lord anymore without wanting to burst into tears. He’s brought so much pain down upon our family, I – I don’t dare to even really think it, but deep down I wander how different my family’s life would be if we weren’t ‘dark’ wizards, if we hadn’t bothered to involve ourselves with Death Eaters or any of that business. If Lucius and I had been sorted in Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin.

And none of this would have happened to my darling Draco…

Oh, Draco. Just the sound of his name makes it hard for me to fight back tears as my heels clatter against the hard marble of the hallway. Climbing up the stairs onto the second floor, I cast my mind painfully to the attic rooms and wander how he is coping. My darling boy.

To think – what with Voldemort and Lucius and Bellatrix and all the others downstairs, down in the dining room – I could sneak up into the attic, no one would ever know…

I could help him escape. Of course, doing this would probably ensure that I’d never see him again; he’d have to go into hiding if he wanted to avoid the Dark Lord’s wrath, and I’d probably be deeply punished once he’d discovered what I’d done – but at least Draco would be alive, my only son would be alive…

As I reach the top of the staircase and step onto the landing on the second floor, I am frozen with grief. Oh Narcissa, what have you let your life become? How could you abandon your own child – turn your back on your own son…

But we had to. “We have no choice, Narcissa,” Lucius had told me bitterly. “If we don’t look like we’re following Voldemort’s orders, he’ll kill all three of us. And he’s only locking him up in the attic, it’s not a direct death sentence – he might get him out…”

“He’s leaving him there to die!” I’d cried back, almost screeching in pain. “And he’s expecting us to disown him completely – clean out his room, discard his name from the family tree – as if he never existed…”

“We have to, Narcissa,” Lucius continued. “If we want to survive.”

“How can I possibly live with myself in the knowledge that I’ve turned my back on my son?” I gasped in horror. “I can’t, Lucius, I won’t, I refuse!”

“We must,” my husband shook his head, cupping my hands in his. “We don’t have a choice.”

In the end, I reluctantly agreed. Lucius was right; Lord Voldemort had ordered Draco be locked up in the attic for a number of days, but he had never expressed his intentions to actually let him die up there. And if we refused, we’d all be dead instantly. I had to clasp onto the hope that my son’s confinement to the attic was only temporary.