||[05.07.2007 ; 06.52 pm]
The Astronomy Tower
Title: Dark Mark
Characters/Pairings: Lucius/Narcissa, mentions of Bellatrix, Sirius, and Mrs. Black
Summary: Lucius has joined Voldemort's side, and Narcissa is scared for him.
Word Count: 951
Note: Done as a commission.
“Can I see?” she asked in a hushed, excited voice.
The reddish orange light of sunset was filtering through the lacy bedroom curtains, hung neatly around the huge window that cut through the wall, facing the backyard. The dim rays of light fell on the couple as they sat in the ancient house, the chatter from the lower floors floating upstairs, occasionally accompanied by a somewhat more disturbing sound—the shouting voice of a young boy, the tinkling of breaking china, the shrieks of an older woman...
The girl was sitting on her bed and her eyes were wide, filled with a sort of childish fascination with the unknown, completely oblivious to the argument between her aunt and younger cousin in the downstairs kitchen. She took the hand of the boy sitting across from her in her own, intertwining their fingers, gazing for a moment at his wrist, covered by the thick black sleeve of his robe. “Please, Lucius?”
He sighed, smirking slightly, then hastily pulled his hand from her tight grasp. He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a horrible black imprint on his pale skin in the shape of a foreboding skull, a menacing serpent springing from the open mouth.
“Oooh...” she marveled, clutching his arm with her pale hands, tracing the mark with an elegant finger. She looked up at him, almost envious of the image on his forearm. “I... I don't believe it,” she breathed, her face full of excitement.
“Surely this isn't the first time you've ever seen a Dark Mark, Narcissa,” Lucius said haughtily, a complete air of superiority, though he hardly minded the great attention he was receiving from the girl.
“Oh,” she said quickly, her white cheeks turning scarlet, once again staring at the dark picture on his wrist. “No, of course, I mean... I've seen Bella's Mark, but... only in passing, really. I haven't been able to really look, to really see it in its entirety... Not like this, anyway...”
“Hm...” He switched his focus down the the tattoo on his arm, peering at it somewhat admiringly, as though this mark branded him as better than any mere mortal man; he was part of a superior, exclusive race of humans.
Narcissa suddenly released the boy's wrist. Lucius yanked his robe sleeve back down, covering his arm and the wretched mark once again. He looked up at the girl across from him, now noticing that she was biting her pale lip, grey eyes shining, avoiding his gaze. Her hands were folded, held close to her heart. He was sure he could hear the gears in her mind spinning, completely engrossed in thought.
“What?” Lucius inquired, staring at her slightly bemused. “What's wrong?”
She sighed desperately. “I just...” she looked up at him, forcing a grim smile. “You will try to be careful, won't you?”
“Careful?” he asked incredulously, laughing slightly as though Narcissa was joking. “I'm fighting up front in the Dark Lord's army and you ask me to 'be careful'?”
“I know it's silly,” she whispered. “I... Never mind. Just forget about it.”
He pressed on, putting a hand on her knee. “How do you expect me to be careful when I'm fighting along side the Dark Lord and dozens of other Death Eaters?”
“There are other ways to fight,” she told him slowly, “without directly entering the battle. You don't have to be on the front line. You don't have to be on the attack.”
“Do you not want me to fight?”
“No!” she breathed, taking his hands. “I do. Really, I... I know this is important to you.”
“I'm part of the elite,” he said, his grey eyes now shining with excitement, the way hers had been just a few moments before. “I'm part of the army that's fighting for the Dark Lord. I'm fighting for what's right.”
She forced a smile. “I'm happy for you. I know how much this means to you.”
“Then what is it?”
She sighed again, closing her eyes tightly. “I don't want you to get hurt.”
“I won't,” he told her confidently, cupping her chin in his hand. “And even if I did, don't you agree that the cause is so much more important? We can't have these filthy mudbloods and ignorant muggles running around, mucking up the place. Think of what we can do when we win this war. Think of what it will be like with Voldemort in charge of more than just the magical world—in charge of everything.”
She smiled briefly at him, nodding slightly. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him closely, clutching onto the back of his robes.
“I know how important this is,” she whispered, her face buried in his chest. “I really do. I just wish that there was some other way...”
“I'll be fine,” he repeated, stroking the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her white-blonde hair, falling just past her shoulders.
Narcissa drew back away from the boy. “I know. I know you will. Who could ever defeat the Dark Lord's army of Death Eaters, anyway?”
“No one,” he said haughtily, now aware that he was part of those wizards completely unable to be defeated. “Especially not those prats running around under the instruction of Dumbledore.”
Narcissa finally smiled a little more confidently, finally finding a little comfort in the boy's words.
“You'll be fine,” she finally said back to him, completely convincing herself that his words were true. There was no reason Lucius shouldn't be okay.; he was completely competent and capable. He could fend for himself; he could fight off anyone who attacked.
He smirked once again, pecking the back of her hand. “We'll be fine,” he told her, leaning in and kissing her forehead.