Healing Hands [ENG]

HEY PEEPS! Here I am with a new story! Hope you enjoy

Titel: Healing Hands
Språk: Engelska
Typ av text: Fanfiction
Antal kapitel hittills: 1
Färdigskriven: Vet inte
Rating: PG-13 (Just to be safe.)
Beskrivning: Every night was a vigil, every day a disappointment. Narcissa's role as a wife during the glory days of the Dark Lord. NarcissaxLucius.
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"I don't know what is happening to me ..." She whispered, as if she was afraid someone would hear, hear the words that revealed so much fear and uncertainty. Her long blonde hair was wild and matted and her eyes wide open with fear. Her lips were painted blood red, as if to mark that around her, there was blood, everywhere, in her dreams, on her clothes, on her hands.

She was wearing a nightgown to hide her slender body, and she was barefoot for she had not had time to put on her shoes before running through the large mansion, towards him.

It had begun with her lying awake in their large, beautifully decorated bedroom, waiting for sleep to take over, and take her to a place where only dreams exist, a place where he was near her. It had been just after two in the morning and the moon had been shining brightly over the quiet grasslands and rose gardens which belonged to the family Malfoy estate. Not a sound could be heard, except for her own, shallow breath.

Yet another night, she sat up, waiting for him to come home. Yet another night, she tried to hum herself to sleep, hoping that he, when the dawn broke, would be there beside her. Every morning was a disappointment to wake up to. Every night was a vigil, a cold wait full of longing. There was so much that she kept within herself and an ache in her frozen heart, a heart since long given to him. And when he himself was not there, her heart was gone too.

When she heard the loud 'BANG', the signal informing her that he just apparated, she jumped out of bed and ran. When she saw him, covered in blood and dirt, she thought she was dreaming. His masked face frightened her, but not enough. She had grown accustomed to see the black mask, which symbolized a servant, though Narcissa probably would call it a slave, of the Dark Lord.

Was it worth it? Did Lucius really think it was worth killing, only to get such power that he got to be a...

She could not even think of the word. Was it worth it to leave his family for several months and expose himself to danger? Did he even love them? Did he want to get away from her and their son? Was that why?

When she pulled away the bleeding man into the huge bathroom, she tried to hold back her tears.

She stripped him of his expensive clothes, which had once been so beautiful, now covered with blood and mud and threw them aside in order to explore his wounded body. He had wounds on his arms and legs and she quickly healed them with her wand. He seemed half unconscious as he lay on the floor, and with deep breaths tried to calm himself. He did not say anything, but his eyes did not want to leave her face. She could feel his drowsy gaze on her as she slowly healed him.