Ooookay.
letter. I write. That's already good. Great. Really. But why do I start something new?
Why?
I mean, I can already say with considerable probability bordering on certainty that this new document is a torment started on my hard drive. There is not even a plot. Not even an idea for a plot, just totally senseless and unrelated scenes. Wat should I do with it?
PS: For more than pity it is enough content here somehow never ...
Then I save the time I start my new ... ADL (spawn of boredom) as a pure backup from here. My Mac makes antics. I hope he still keeps up by the spring.
Title: do you like me?
Subtitles: The last year
Type: short miniseries
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: Drama, Romance
characters: Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Narcissa Malfoy, Lily Potter
Pairing: LM / NM; SS / LP hinted at -> canon precisely, LM / LP indicated
Rating: P16
Warning: Character study; canon; Lemon Warning: No
Content: The last year under Voldemort's reign brings together four people in very different ways.
A / N: Canon, IC, avoidance of stereotypes, despite a few side blows. The theme of "arranged marriage" me, especially in relation to Lucius and Narcissa have always been interested. I liked it but so far no reaction. I also indulging my love of history with this really possible pairings and unusual constellations of character, even if this is being addressed only in passing.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling, WB, and all the other owners, from books to merchandise. Similarities with other works, whether original or fan fiction are not intended.
A fan fiction by Lucindana Sakurazukamori
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on it, a pain towards the light rustle, far larger than mine is.
(Kassandra)
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people. Human breathing, grunting men, women panting, grunting and elves in the midst of the chaos their mask-like makeup and their masterly brilliant parents. Narcissa wished that she would black out. A Fainting, fits the stereotype. But you would not wish today, on their day be met.
As so often it was all about the others.
the family.
She smiled, as she herself had wanted it no other way. This
said she over and over again and yet she was not able to convince himself. Was this now as a good, or be seen as a bad sign? This question remained unanswered and Narcissa frittered away more time, gave himself up to a further impossibility, by trying not to think.
From the corner of her eye she looked at her husband.
Lucius leaned away from her, to his interlocutors. Old men who just regurgitated. He had heard her words but a hundred times, have all the old stories of the old blood, as she is His attitude reminded her escape. The flight, which did not succeed and now it was too late.
strudel. Apple pie on the table and around a vortex of even more people, faces and crazy gifts. In hanging like a Damocles sword the blame in the eyes of her father.
"Are you sure, Princess?" He asked. Again and again. When he pray that they would deny some point. Where he himself had presented it as Lucius Malfoy is the perfect choice and touted normal. Well, her mother had taken the praise, but her father had been very busy in agreeing to it.
"I'm fine, Father." Narcissa had smiled. Her mouth had hurt it. me You will not lose , had added to the silence of their thoughts and hoped that they are not self-deceived.
Everything for the family.
She admired and hated in equal Andromeda for what she had done. Blow. But why in the world with a Muggle? Not even a half-breed, a Muggle. Bellatrix 'angry roar echoed by.
Bella. Her sister was far more callous than themselves even before the scandal shot at all to the surface of the public was - and it was only a matter of days - Bella had thrown himself on the first-best and create on their own compensation. The scandal had to be counteracted. Narcissa looked shortly after her brother, who was lost at the edge of the crowd as he still does not know what was happening. The wedding of Bellatrix Black Lestrange Rodolphus had with the young waves struck. But the waves were not high enough.
Lucius Malfoy was a good match, but also as hard to place, as he showed remarkably little interest in certain directions. Perhaps one reason why, for by his family from the consent This arrangement was done quite quickly.
Narcissa suddenly wondered who her husband really was.
sagged somewhat collapsed. Down, deeper and deeper. She stared at her plate and the overloaded blinked. She was barely twenty years old, married to a man she was completely foreign. Today moved, out of the home of her childhood in a house which was strange to her to people she did not know.
chairs scraping across the floor. Music and dance. Swirling robes. Her own perfume tickled his nose. Babbling songs, violent gestures. A bang. Quiet whispers. Warm words that sounded cold. Steps. Creak. Stairs. A room, a bed. Curtains, the quietly moving in the wind.
Lucius closed the window, Narcissa the door. She put the bolt in front. Behind her she heard the crackle of a freshly ignited fireplace. Slowly, she turned and floated the moment.
you were alone.
