Narcissa Malfoy and the Angel's Darkness

Narcissa Malfoy

and the

Angel's Darkness

Prologue: It was all for you...

She sat alone in the quiet room, her long blonde hair flowing gracefully over her shoulders and down her back. There was a single light on where she sat, at the desk in the corner, writing on a piece of parchment. In the dim light it was hardly visible to see the tears standing on her eyelashes, and yet it made her pale skin almost glimmer. Some would say there was a certain coldness about her, but that coldness came from years and years of hiding a warmth she was not welcome to express. That coldness came from years of closing her heart to so many, and opening it to one who could turn it as black as the night. At one time, there had been a lovely shine, a light in her eyes, but that had disappeared some years ago, and it had never returned.

She sat bent over the parchment with her quill in her right hand, and her inkpot set at the edge of the paper. She wrote continuously, until there was barely enough room to sign her name.

My dearest son,

I remember the day you were born, Draco. I remember the joy I felt at seeing you, the joy I felt from holding you in my arms, a joy I haven't felt since, and a joy that I miss with all of my heart. You are the single most important person in my life, and I would gladly die for you if it ever came down to it. There are some things you must know, and I fear that some day soon I may not be here to tell you, and so I thought that this would be the best way to ensure you are told.

I was young when I met your father. Lucius was older than I, but young as well, and already more powerful than most of those in his class. I was drawn to that - his power - and I was drawn to his coldness. Others did not seem to affect him; he knew what he wanted, and somehow, he always managaed to get it. He was very handsome, much like you, and I was mesmerized by him. Some days I often wonder if maybe he put some sort of spell over me, but I always find myself cursing in my mind for even thinking such a thing. It isn't that I don't think he is capable, because he very well is and I would not put it past him, it's the fact I do not want to believe the man I married would deceive me, the only person he's said he has ever loved.

We married right out of school, and it was some time before you came along. I was happier than I had been in a long time. My marriage to your father was nothing short of powerful, but I could not help but feel that there was always something missing. I fear now, that you may be the only one in this family that I truly love. There are things about your father that even I do not know, things that he keeps to himself and reveals only to the Dark Lord. I fear for him, Draco. I fear that this will lead to his death, and I fear for what that means for me, and for you. There is something so dark about your father, and that very same thing that frightens me to no end, keeps me here. I think somewhere inside myself, I still love him, still love the young boy I met at Hogwarts so, so many years ago. But I need you to understand, I am not strong enough to fight on my own.

With your father gone now, locked away, I have only you. I am not proud of some of the things I've done, though I think you may believe that I am. I want you to understand that everything I've done, all of it no matter how good or bad, it was for a reason, as there is a reason for all things. Draco, everything I have done thus far, and everything I will do, it is all for you.

With all of my love -

Mother

She set her quill on the desktop, looking down at the neat handwriting she knew to be her own. She would leave this letter for her only child, her only son, and he would find it and read it in due course. She only hoped that he understood its meaning fully, and that in the end, he did not hate her. Without her son, she had nothing. Her only wish now was that he survived this Great War, and perhaps that she could go back to the beginning and change so many little things that might, if she were lucky, change all that was now.