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“Not again, I will not sit here and let it happen again. I just won’t”
Narcissa is done.
The day she was told was that Draco would get the mark at 16. She had watched it once with her sister, then with her cousin that was almost a brother, Regulus. She wouldn’t, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t watch her son wither away like Reg, or go insane like her sister.
She was quiet, obedient.
She lied for the “cause”.
She had done her time in the first war.
He is in her house, he’s in her mind, there's nowhere she can hide. Now he wants her son. The boy she raised with as much love as she could. The boy she has protected from as much as she could. On the threat of her life he’s doing it. Killing dumbledore.
“Narcissa, your husband failed. You have no choice. It is the mark on Draco or all of your lifes” Bellatrix had said
She really had gone insane. She thought it was bad before azkaban. Now she doesn’t even try to act sane, act normal. She has lost it, another sister lost to the Dark Lord. If someone is only as powerful as their followers he should be crumbling falling apart at the seams. They are all only here because of their parents or even their grandparents. Generational sabotage, that's what this is. The incest, the values and ideology, the families. If they can’t be happy then why should we? If they had to suffer at the hands of their parents' decisions then why shouldn’t we? The real question is why are only ones smart enough to break the line of pain and misery killed or disowned? Why do we all have to live like this, fight their fight? Well they’re all gone. It’s are fight now and we have to fight it and now are kids have to. Another generation traumatised for what? For what gain? To take down the ministry? For power? What is the point of power if all you have done is suffer for it?
Sometimes she wishes she had ran, to Andromeda, to Sirius, to anyone. So she could have left before she found Lucius before she became Narcissa Black Malfoy. Her sister had offered when they would write each other before she left hogwarts. She misses her. She had a kid too, their kids could have been close, happy. Away from the war. This time Andromeda has stakes in the war too. Nymphadora is in the order, and her husband Ted is a muggle-born. They can never be happy can they, there's always a war or a love, or most offered their own family. Maybe it's good the Black family name dies with them, their blood might still live on but at least the cursed name will die and then slowly the whole tree or wreath that is.
“ You watched Regulus die, now you want to watch Draco. We have lost everything. Why can’t you see that?”
“The Dark Lord's work is almost finished. We are almost there”
“ What good is his work being finished if we have nothing left”
~*~
Draco was to get the mark that night. She was powerless. She has to stand there and watch it happen again and again. Who will be next?
It's happening in the drawing room. Why does it always have to be a drawing room? Then she hears a familiar but never less creepy voice.
“Draco Lucius Malfoy”
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Then she’s right back at the day Regulus got the mark.
“Regulus Arcturus Black” She had heard his voice but it always surprised her, how high pitched it was. She is pregnant with a son she can only hope won’t have to share Regulus fate getting the mark.
“My Lord” Regulus looked detached like he didn’t know he was speaking. Like he was anywhere else, somewhere he wanted to be.
“Your family has been a great source of support for me during these long years. It is their wish for you to receive this honour, to join us here, and out of my gratitude to them I have agreed. But I need you to understand what it means, to bare my mark, to bind your life to mine,” He pulls up his sleeve showing regulus the mark. Like that would make him want to bare in anymore than before.
“We will become one, you and I, you will feel me when I need you, when I call, when I am strong, when I am weak. This is not empty symbolism. It connects us,” He smiles with all of his teeth a forced grin with all malicious intent “We are a family.” Why would he join your family her mind is screaming, isn’t ares fucked up enough?
There’s murmurs of agreement, false agreement. Most of them didn’t want this, and if they did then it was manipulation of their lives, their childhood.
“You are young,” He’s young, of course he is, he’s sixteen. I can’t stop anything but I know he is in love with a boy, James. James Potter. It will end, it has to but you are taking away the only thing he truly wants. It must be a black family trait to lose your love or leave. The Dark lord drops his sleeve, putting away the mark that will ruin their lives. “So I will give you the mercy of reconsidering, if you do not feel you can give yourself to me as you must, as this demands. As your parents have.”
He offers an empty promise, Regulus can’t take. He’s being forced, we all know. He can;t stop it. I can’t stop it . No one can.
“You have a choice, Will you choose us?” There’s no choice there, never was he chooses you on his own free will or under his mothers control. Regulus knows it.
“I choose you.”
He thought about how he could leave but they would find him. About the love he could have. About just running. But need knows it will never work that he’s stuff so he chooses his only option, the one he knows is the best.
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“My lord” draco says
She is reliving one of her greatest nightmares but they have no choice.
“Your family has failed me. Your father is imprisoned and many others because of his failure. By children your age and younger. You have the honour to take upon my mark to right your family's wrongs. You will bare my mark and bind your life to mine to fix your family” He shows Draco the mark, the one he used to dream of getting knowing the truth about what it means now he must take it. And he knows this. How much it breaks her heart to have to watch it again but this time to her own son.
“We will become one, you and I, you will feel me when I need you, when I call, when I am strong, when I am weak. This is not empty symbolism. It connects us, we will become family” What family makes you do this, makes you kill or be killed, makes you lose and lose and lose.
“ Usually the young have a choice but for your fathers failure this is a necessary lesson for you and your family. The mark will not bind you if you don’t agree it will just burn so though you have no real choice you must say yes to the mark to be binded to me forever.”
He has no choice. There is no choice, there never was nothing you can do but hope that he can kill dumbledore.
“I choose you”
Draco has the mark, he has black out from pain but he has it there's no going back. He’s a Death Eater.