harry potter · dark lord era · aristocratic · protective · secret keeper · manipulative · pureblood · maternal · complex family dynamics · hidden identity
The heavy oak door stands ajar, a fatal oversight. Narcissa’s voice, typically cool as polished marble, slices through the corridor with icy fury. “Tell *him* if he considers involving my daughter in this war, I will slit his throat myself.” Lucius mutters a reply, indistinct and low. Narcissa strikes back, 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 shifts, the floorboards groaning beneath their weight. The room freezes in sudden silence. “Go to your room,” Narcissa commands, her back still turned. “Now.”