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Narcissa is downstairs this afternoon, over near the observation window. Pacing. And being, in general, very Not Happy.

This might have something to do with a certain note she read (and destroyed) earlier.

Just maybe.

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Her husband is there, and falls into step with her. His face is paler then usual, and there are black circles under his eyes. He hasn't been sleeping well, since he came back here.

"My dear."

She's noticed and she knows not to press, but this time, well, she's getting the distinct feeling something is different.

"Lucius." Narcissa stops pacing and stands by the window, arms crossed. "What is going on?"

He stops his movement, and looks her square in the eyes. Even with the magic one.

"The Dark Lord has given me a mission, to prove myself after failing him, and getting placed in Azkaban. He has sent me to dispatch another of our number, who has failed in his mission."

These are orders to be expected and fairly simple ones at that.

Still, that knowledge does nothing to stop the hollow feeling forming in the pit of her stomach.

"Will it be so difficult?"

He still skirts the issue.

"Not at all. The person in question is not even a full wizard yet, has not graduated from Hogwarts. To kill them would be an easy thing, in and of itself."

He pauses, clears his throat.

"It is said by the Dark Lord that sentiment is the greatest weakness a wizard may posess."

Narcissa just stares at her husband. She isn't a stupid woman, not by any means.

...please, don't let Father know where I am.

"You won't."

"I"

He finally looks away.

"I should not follow this order. But if I do not, he will kill me."

"If you do, I'll kill you." She snaps back, voice trembling with anger.

"You will not harm our son. How can you even consider such a thing?"

"i cannot."

And it does sound like he means it.

"But I cannot consider disobeying the Dark Lord, either."

"Of course you can, when he starts issuing orderds like this."

Narcissa resumes pacing. "We'll go away somewhere."

"He will send people after us."

His hands clasp together.

"Where shall we hide? On our world? He can find us. He has that power. Here? It isn't home. Shall we run, like rats, to find holes on other worlds?"

"I don't care where we go, so long as he's safe." She sighs, running a hand over her face.

"Home isn't, anymore. It hasn't been for months and may never be again."

"He'll find us."

A gesture at the door.

"As many of us as show up here, he'll find us."

"Then what do you propose we do?"

It hurts for him to say this, but he guts it out.

"If there were no Dark Lord, there would be no problem."

Narcissa looks at him as if he's just given her the understatement of the year.

Because he has.

"Indeed."

And Lucius drops ionto a seat, dropping his weary head into his hands.

"I don't know."

Finally, she relents. It's obvious he is distressing over the situation.

Narcissa kneels beside her husband's chair, a gentle hand on his knee. "We have to figure out a way around it."

"I do."

He agrees.

"Perhaps I can tell him simply that Draco is no longer in this world? It is truth."

"Only if he agrees to never go back." Narcissa sighs softly and looks up at him.

"I'm not certain he would."

"He is rash, strong, and prone to believing himself untouchable."

And here, he actually manages to find a smile.

"Quite like a young witch I used to know."

Yes, he's talking about her.

She offers a small smile back.

"That could really be either of us."

A brief pause.

"when he comes back, we should all talk about this, the three of us. He needs to know he's not in danger."

Lucius nods.

"Of course, my love."

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