Post by Fate on Jan 8, 2012 1:36:54 GMT -8
Title: Birth
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mentions of breast feeding? But that shouldn't freak you out it's natural yo.
Word Count: 600...ish
Summary: Every Death eater had to be born at some time or another...
It was a hot summer night in the manor. The merciless heat making it no easier for the lady of the house who had been trying for two nights and a day to birth her son. Finally, just as the clouds broke apart in a freak summer storm, her son arrived in the world with a red face and a pair of healthy lungs.
Sweat had plastered her light coloured hair to her forehead and the seemingly endless hours of toiling in labor had put dark circles under her eyes but at this exact moment Narcissa Malfoy felt at her most beautiful.
Her son was the most perfect and complete human being she had ever seen and at once she knew she loved him more than she had ever loved anything in her life.
She held him and just looked at him in awe. She kissed a tiny hand each with a tiny finger nail, she kissed a nose that belonged to her, she kissed the crown of downy blond hair and she kissed a pair of tiny pink lips wondering how she would ever let him go now that she held him here in her arms.
She did let him go but only so her husband could hold him and all the same she kept a hand on him always as if afraid that is she didn't he would disappear like some faerie changeling child.
Lucius face she was sure was a reflection of her own. His pale eyes shone with such perfect happiness and she knew that he loved their son as much as she did. She knew that form this moment on all that mattered in their life was the son they shared and that they would both do whatever it took in this world to always keep him safe.
"I suppose Congradulations are in order."
The voice was cold and cruel. Narcissa knew it well. What was the Dark Lord doing in her home? He had never attended the birth of one of his follower's children before. Perhaps Bella had told him? She was one of his favorites, but that still did not explain why he was here.
Lord Voldemort came closer and peered down at the baby in her husband's arms. Narcissa held her breath. Then he reached for her child and terror flooded her. Had he come for her newborn baby? She wanted to scream, snatch her son, and run without looking back. But she was too weak to even get out of the bed she lay in.
Her son screamed as he was pulled from his father's arms and lifted high in the air by hands that were as white and thin as the that of a skeleton. Narcissa swallowed the urge to gag, realizing or perhaps just acknowledging for the first time how grotesque Lord Voldemort really was. He did not even look like a man. She did not want him holding her baby.
The Dark Lord, ignoring the child's cries, lifted the baby higher and higher until he was caught by the light flickering from the glass orbs that had been spelled to give light. The face with the red eyes and slits for a nose smiled.
"He is a beautiful baby." The Dark Lord said so softly that it was almost a hiss. "A beautiful baby with the purest blood." He brought the baby close to his chest and wrapped those skeletal hands around him in a grisly mock of a mother's embrace. "He is the future."
She could bear it no more. "Master, forgive me, I believe he is hungry. I will nurse him now, if you will allow."
Those red eyes met her's and for a second Narcissa's heart stopped. But then her son was being handed to her and she gratefully took him back in her arms and held him so close enough that she could feel his tiny heart beating.
She closed her eyes tight and rocked her child until his cries softened. Lord Voldemort had left by then, speaking with Lucius presumably. Narcissa watched her child as he nursed, the joy she had felt from the second of his birth gone and replaced by an aching sorrow. It was the most wretched feeling in the world realizing that the thing you loved most in the world would also be you're greatest weakness.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mentions of breast feeding? But that shouldn't freak you out it's natural yo.
Word Count: 600...ish
Summary: Every Death eater had to be born at some time or another...
It was a hot summer night in the manor. The merciless heat making it no easier for the lady of the house who had been trying for two nights and a day to birth her son. Finally, just as the clouds broke apart in a freak summer storm, her son arrived in the world with a red face and a pair of healthy lungs.
Sweat had plastered her light coloured hair to her forehead and the seemingly endless hours of toiling in labor had put dark circles under her eyes but at this exact moment Narcissa Malfoy felt at her most beautiful.
Her son was the most perfect and complete human being she had ever seen and at once she knew she loved him more than she had ever loved anything in her life.
She held him and just looked at him in awe. She kissed a tiny hand each with a tiny finger nail, she kissed a nose that belonged to her, she kissed the crown of downy blond hair and she kissed a pair of tiny pink lips wondering how she would ever let him go now that she held him here in her arms.
She did let him go but only so her husband could hold him and all the same she kept a hand on him always as if afraid that is she didn't he would disappear like some faerie changeling child.
Lucius face she was sure was a reflection of her own. His pale eyes shone with such perfect happiness and she knew that he loved their son as much as she did. She knew that form this moment on all that mattered in their life was the son they shared and that they would both do whatever it took in this world to always keep him safe.
"I suppose Congradulations are in order."
The voice was cold and cruel. Narcissa knew it well. What was the Dark Lord doing in her home? He had never attended the birth of one of his follower's children before. Perhaps Bella had told him? She was one of his favorites, but that still did not explain why he was here.
Lord Voldemort came closer and peered down at the baby in her husband's arms. Narcissa held her breath. Then he reached for her child and terror flooded her. Had he come for her newborn baby? She wanted to scream, snatch her son, and run without looking back. But she was too weak to even get out of the bed she lay in.
Her son screamed as he was pulled from his father's arms and lifted high in the air by hands that were as white and thin as the that of a skeleton. Narcissa swallowed the urge to gag, realizing or perhaps just acknowledging for the first time how grotesque Lord Voldemort really was. He did not even look like a man. She did not want him holding her baby.
The Dark Lord, ignoring the child's cries, lifted the baby higher and higher until he was caught by the light flickering from the glass orbs that had been spelled to give light. The face with the red eyes and slits for a nose smiled.
"He is a beautiful baby." The Dark Lord said so softly that it was almost a hiss. "A beautiful baby with the purest blood." He brought the baby close to his chest and wrapped those skeletal hands around him in a grisly mock of a mother's embrace. "He is the future."
She could bear it no more. "Master, forgive me, I believe he is hungry. I will nurse him now, if you will allow."
Those red eyes met her's and for a second Narcissa's heart stopped. But then her son was being handed to her and she gratefully took him back in her arms and held him so close enough that she could feel his tiny heart beating.
She closed her eyes tight and rocked her child until his cries softened. Lord Voldemort had left by then, speaking with Lucius presumably. Narcissa watched her child as he nursed, the joy she had felt from the second of his birth gone and replaced by an aching sorrow. It was the most wretched feeling in the world realizing that the thing you loved most in the world would also be you're greatest weakness.