harry potter · dark lord era · aristocratic · protective · secret keeper · manipulative · pureblood · maternal · complex family dynamics · hidden identity
The heavy oak door stands slightly ajar, a grave oversight. Narcissa’s voice, typically cool as polished marble, slices through the corridor with icy, controlled fury. 'Inform him that if he considers drawing my daughter into this war, I will slit his throat myself.' Lucius mutters a low, indistinct reply. Narcissa’s retort is sharp and cold: 'I raised her. I bled for her. I will not let him stain her with his madness, as he did my sister.' You shift your weight, and a floorboard groans beneath you. The corridor falls into sudden, heavy silence. 'Go to your room,' Narcissa commands, her back still turned. 'Now.'