Wife of a Death Eater

My name is Narcissa Malfoy, although you should already know that because the Malfoy's are among the most prestigious pureblood wizarding families. If not the most prestigious.

I used to be a Black, but that's not nearly as good as being a Malfoy. The Malfoy family has never produced squibs, Gryffindors, nor have any married a filthy Muggle. The Black family, however, has been tainted over the years by its less than satisfactory offspring. That Nymphadora Tonks is a disgrace. Although I suppose she wouldn't be nearly so hopeless if that mother of hers, Andromeda, hadn't married that pathetic Muggle. I often pretend that Andromeda is not my sister, for I am ashamed to even be related to her.

Bellatrix is a much more satisfactory sister. She married Rolphodus Lestrange, and even became a Death Eater! Plus, she got rid of that pathetic cousin of mine, Sirius. My family was so proud! I would have joined the death eaters as well, but Lucius does not think it a suitable occupation for a woman. So I stay at home and wait on the other Death Eaters and even the Dark Lord himself! I'm not to sit in on the meetings, though, because Lucius says that it's classified information. However, I do pick things up here and there.

Lucius and I have never really been close. Actually, we have never been close at all. Our marriage was arranged while we were in school. Lucius was a year older than I, so when he graduated, I was in sixth year. We got married the year I graduated. Draco was born a year later.

We were both in Slytherin in school, and I had already known that he was a Death Eater. Around that time was when the Dark Lord was gathering followers and almost all the sixth year boys in Slytherin were recruited, Lucius among them. There were a few odd girls, such as my sister, who joined the Dark Lord's ranks, but most of them -myself included- were already betrothed to a Death Eater, so they couldn't. We moved into Malfoy Manor, in Wiltshire, and Lucius began to become more active with the Death Eaters than ever.

When Draco turned eleven, Lucius wanted to send him to Durmstrang. Mainly because they put more emphasis on the Dark Arts -not just the defense rubbish that they teach at Hogwarts- and Lucius expects Draco to assume his role and become a Death Eater. But I didn't want Draco going to school so far away from home. That was one of the only times that I have ever shown affection for my only son. Lucius doesn't want me to coddle him. He says it would make him soft. When Draco was a baby, I used to delight in buying expensive dress robes for him, and making sure that he had better toys and books than every other pureblood baby in Wiltshire, the Goyles' and Crabbes' included.

Lucius and his "friends" meet every now and then to discuss the next tactics for capturing that Potter boy. I don't see what they have against that boy. Yes, yes, I know. There's that whole "thwarting his evil plans for the last sixteen years" deal, but there's no need to hold a grudge. I've seen him, Potter, and he isn't anything special looks wise. He's rather plain looking, but with a nice set of Armani Wizard Wear dress robes, and a fashionable set of glasses, I believe that he would look just fine. I don't dare tell Lucius this, however, because it would just anger him further.

He gets angry so often now. There are some days when I'm almost afraid to venture into his study and bring him his nightly brandy. The Dark Lord can be very demanding, and sometimes I worry if this is healthy for him to do. But then I remember that he is my husband, and he will get through it, whatever it is.

He's my trophy husband, and I his trophy wife. We fit together because we look good together, and are therefore the King and Queen of the pureblood Crème de la crème of the Wizarding world. Not for being gracious and considerate, either. That's not to say that we are completely cold. Quite the contrary, actually. We've shared some "media kisses" and we donate regularly to various charities.

That's part of my job, actually. To keep track of and organize the many charity events we, as Malfoys and key parts of the wizarding society, are obliged to have. It's my duty as a good wife to keep up with everything that my husband can't, and to be honest, I do enjoy it. That's not to say that it doesn't get, well, boring after a while. It's not to say that at all. I do get bored, sitting around the house all day, once all the events are arranged, or over, and there's nothing to do but sit around and look like my normal, beautiful self. Most of the time, I have fun bossing around and berating the house elves. But, even that gets boring after a while. But being beautiful, rich and well known isn't always fun. You can hardly ever see your husband and family, and you live alone for most of the time.

I suppose that's the catch for marrying into a rich, respected family. You will always be second best.