The Definition of Civil War
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lokifanTitle: The Definition of Civil War
Word count: ~400
Characters/pairings: Narcissa, Sirius
Rating: G
Summary: Narcissa overheard the Dark Lord’s orders to Regulus.
Warnings: angst, gen
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for last week’ssortinghatdrabs competition. The prompt was can you forgive me? and the pairing was Narcissa/Marauder.
Narcissa overheard Lucius’ conversation with the Dark Lord.
She was coolly aware that the Dark Lord might realise who had told; or worse, think that Lucius had. And Lucius was her husband. She loved him.
But he’d been her husband less than a year. It wasn’t like this.
Blood called to blood: she proved it, because Sirius came to her without hesitation.
“What?” he said roughly, the moment he’d Apparated in. Narcissa had never expected to see Sirius here; and even now, he didn’t look right in Malfoy Manor’s entrance hall. The aristocratic bearing, the elegant Black lines of his face, were overpowered by the battered robes and the warlike squaring of his shoulders.
The exhaustion in his eyes.
“Regulus is a Death Eater,” she said. Her voice quivered under the attempt at calm like the cracking of thin ice. “He’s been ordered to prove his loyalty.”
It took him a minute to understand. He didn’t want to understand.
“Me?”
“You.” Before she knew what she was doing, she’d flown forward and gripped his hand. The contact with her cousin sent a shock through her, but she didn’t let go. “Sirius, I’ll try to persuade him not to. But he’s easily led, and Bella has already put the Dark Lord above family... You mustn’t face him.”
“He wouldn’t.” Sirius’ voice creaked like rusty metal. His eyes were desolate, as they’d been the last time Narcissa had seen him: the night of the party that ended with his disinheritance. “And anyway,” he said, rallying – the competitive spirit that drove him in Quidditch coming to his aid – “I can beat him!”
“I know,” Narcissa replied quietly. “Please don’t.” She squeezed Sirius’ hand, seeking persuasion through flesh and blood.
“So you’re asking me for him?” Sirius pulled back, and Narcissa swallowed a cry. “He’s your family but I’m not? Like Andy?”
“You left us, Sirius! And so did she! We’re not the ones who decided family didn’t matter!”
“Can you forgive me for leaving you?” The terrible sarcasm in Sirius’ voice was echoed in his flashing eyes. He Disapparated.
Narcissa’s stomach dropped; she collapsed to her knees on the marble floor.
The Blacks had been torn apart; this war would end with them tearing each other apart.
Word count: ~400
Characters/pairings: Narcissa, Sirius
Rating: G
Summary: Narcissa overheard the Dark Lord’s orders to Regulus.
Warnings: angst, gen
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for last week’s
sortinghatdrabs competition. The prompt was can you forgive me? and the pairing was Narcissa/Marauder.Narcissa overheard Lucius’ conversation with the Dark Lord.
She was coolly aware that the Dark Lord might realise who had told; or worse, think that Lucius had. And Lucius was her husband. She loved him.
But he’d been her husband less than a year. It wasn’t like this.
Blood called to blood: she proved it, because Sirius came to her without hesitation.
“What?” he said roughly, the moment he’d Apparated in. Narcissa had never expected to see Sirius here; and even now, he didn’t look right in Malfoy Manor’s entrance hall. The aristocratic bearing, the elegant Black lines of his face, were overpowered by the battered robes and the warlike squaring of his shoulders.
The exhaustion in his eyes.
“Regulus is a Death Eater,” she said. Her voice quivered under the attempt at calm like the cracking of thin ice. “He’s been ordered to prove his loyalty.”
It took him a minute to understand. He didn’t want to understand.
“Me?”
“You.” Before she knew what she was doing, she’d flown forward and gripped his hand. The contact with her cousin sent a shock through her, but she didn’t let go. “Sirius, I’ll try to persuade him not to. But he’s easily led, and Bella has already put the Dark Lord above family... You mustn’t face him.”
“He wouldn’t.” Sirius’ voice creaked like rusty metal. His eyes were desolate, as they’d been the last time Narcissa had seen him: the night of the party that ended with his disinheritance. “And anyway,” he said, rallying – the competitive spirit that drove him in Quidditch coming to his aid – “I can beat him!”
“I know,” Narcissa replied quietly. “Please don’t.” She squeezed Sirius’ hand, seeking persuasion through flesh and blood.
“So you’re asking me for him?” Sirius pulled back, and Narcissa swallowed a cry. “He’s your family but I’m not? Like Andy?”
“You left us, Sirius! And so did she! We’re not the ones who decided family didn’t matter!”
“Can you forgive me for leaving you?” The terrible sarcasm in Sirius’ voice was echoed in his flashing eyes. He Disapparated.
Narcissa’s stomach dropped; she collapsed to her knees on the marble floor.
The Blacks had been torn apart; this war would end with them tearing each other apart.
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