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rarepair_shorts2008-03-15 09:51 pm
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Extended drabble: Nothing (Narcissa/Lord Voldemort)
Title: Nothing
Character Pairing: Narcissa/Lord Voldemort
Prompt: Knights in shining whatever
Rating: PG
Word Count: 202
Summary: Nothing can help her
Author's Notes: Well this one came out of nowhere and smacked me around the head with a haddock ^^
Link to Prompt Table: http://doreyg.livejournal.com/21675.html
This is where it ends.
Standing on a field, mud up to their thighs…
And laughing, laughing like there is no tomorrow.
Maybe there isn’t, maybe it’s just this… just nothing.
Forever.
And wouldn’t that be sweet?
The others have been rounded up long ago, but she helped the boy who lived.
So she is safe for now.
She isn’t big yet, at six months and not yet visibly showing.
It is horrible to think but she wishes that the baby would just disappear, disappear like his father.
Oh how she wishes that he would.
---NV---
It is only around her eighth month that she starts to show, and by then it is too late to stop pretending that everything is fine and get something done.
The baby is coming, his child is coming.
She feels like crying.
But she doesn’t of course, Black pride.
She has to keep the family name up…
She cries anyway.
---NV—
She wishes that they would stop trying to help her, such meaningless words, such meaningless comforts.
Eventually he comes.
Odd that, she never pegged him as the type who would care.
“Let me help you.”
She shakes her head and walks away.
Nothing can help her now.
Character Pairing: Narcissa/Lord Voldemort
Prompt: Knights in shining whatever
Rating: PG
Word Count: 202
Summary: Nothing can help her
Author's Notes: Well this one came out of nowhere and smacked me around the head with a haddock ^^
Link to Prompt Table: http://doreyg.livejournal.com/21675.html
This is where it ends.
Standing on a field, mud up to their thighs…
And laughing, laughing like there is no tomorrow.
Maybe there isn’t, maybe it’s just this… just nothing.
Forever.
And wouldn’t that be sweet?
The others have been rounded up long ago, but she helped the boy who lived.
So she is safe for now.
She isn’t big yet, at six months and not yet visibly showing.
It is horrible to think but she wishes that the baby would just disappear, disappear like his father.
Oh how she wishes that he would.
---NV---
It is only around her eighth month that she starts to show, and by then it is too late to stop pretending that everything is fine and get something done.
The baby is coming, his child is coming.
She feels like crying.
But she doesn’t of course, Black pride.
She has to keep the family name up…
She cries anyway.
---NV—
She wishes that they would stop trying to help her, such meaningless words, such meaningless comforts.
Eventually he comes.
Odd that, she never pegged him as the type who would care.
“Let me help you.”
She shakes her head and walks away.
Nothing can help her now.