A/N: This is my first story on Portkey, and I apologize if it's not up to par. It is not yet finished, but as the 7th book is coming out, I felt that I should get it out there before the cannon version of the end comes out. So here it goes, a story based of the Nickelback song `Never Again'
Chapter 1: Never Again
"Narcissa Black, will you marry me?" the figure asked, looking up at her from his position on his knees, the small velvet box held open, revealing its contents to the blonde: a white gold banded ring with a large, princess-cut diamond in the center, a small emerald on each side.
"Of course I'll marry you Lucius," she whispered softly as the blonde man slipped the ring onto her left ring finger. He stood up and she threw her arms around him in a back breaking hug before she let go, using her left hand to turn his chin towards her, using her right hand to pull him down into a long, passionate kiss.
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"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." Lucius lifted up Narcissa's veil at the minister's words, and their lips met in their first kiss as husband and wife.
"A toast! To my son and the new Mrs. Malfoy. May you enjoy a long and prosperous life together." Abraxas Malfoy held up his glass of wine at the reception, and everyone else in the room did so as well, toasting them.
The couple shared their first dance, their wedding cake, their first glass of wine. As the night progressed, Narcissa noticed Lucius drinking more and more, getting slightly drunk, but she thought nothing of it. As soon as the reception was over and they had opened their wedding presents, they were given a farewell as they left to catch a portkey for their honeymoon.
He's drunk again, it's time to fight
She must have done something wrong tonight
The
living room becomes a boxing ring
It's time to run when
you see him
Clenching his hands
She's just a woman
Never
Again
"Get away from me Lucius, right now," Narcissa warned, her fists at the ready. She could smell the Firewhiskey in his breath. It was the third time that week he had come home drunk. They had only been married a year, but it had gone from good to bad to worse. With every passing week, he got drunk more often and came home, expecting her to have everything for him, and if she didn't, he would beat her for it.
The increasing pressure from his father was getting to him, Narcissa knew that, but he was handling it the wrong way. He didn't have to get drunk to spite his dad. His dad never saw him drunk. Only Narcissa did. At the young age of 20, Lucius still had a full life ahead of him. On the road he was headed, he would be lucky to make it to 30 without dieing from alcohol poisoning.
"You don't have to get the Mark, Lucius. You don't have to do this! Please, think of us. We could have a family. You can't let the Dark Lord take that away from us," she begged. That's all she wanted from her husband, was for him to accept himself, to want to start a family.
"SHUT UP NARCISSA!" he roared, advancing on her. Her eyes darted around the room for a way out. He would never remember this in the morning. She would be safe coming back, but she had to get out now. "My father wants me to join the ranks of the Dark Lord, and he is my father. I may be married, but I still do as my father tells me to. If I don't, he will have me killed. Without batting an eyelash. Is that what you want? How can you have a family if you're husband is dead?" With each word he said, his voice grew louder and Narcissa became more and more scared of him.
I hear her scream, from down the hall
Amazing
she can even talk at all
She cries to me, Go back to
bed
I'm terrified that she'll wind up
Dead in his hands, She's just a woman
Never Again
Before she had a chance to run, Lucius had her pinned against the wall with his hands, and she screamed before he had a chance to get his hand on her mouth. He quickly covered her mouth, and she struggled against him as he held her, whispering his apologies and giving her his reasoning for what he was doing.
Suddenly, he cried out in pain, pulling his hand off her mouth and shaking it violently, sending a small splattering of blood onto the wall. "Damn it Narcissa, what was that for?" he cried, looking at his punctured hand, the teeth marks visible.
"Get your hands off of me, Lucius," she hissed, anger evident in her eyes as she glared at him.
"Fuck you," he muttered as he backhanded her, leaving a red mark as her neck snapped around from the force of the blow. "That's for screaming," he murmured softly, his gray orbs burning into her blue ones. His fist connected with her jaw. "And that's for biting me."
A thin stream of blood trickled out of the right corner of Narcissa's mouth as she glared at him. He blinked, loosing concentration for a mere second, and she took advantage of it, slipping under his arm and running up to their room. She used her wand to securely lock the door against all charms and human attempts just as Lucius started to pound on the door, demanding she open the door. The pounding eventually stopped as he disappeared downstairs to the kitchen, most likely getting more to drink. She fell into a troubled sleep, knowing this wasn't over yet.
Been there before, but not like this
Seen it
before, but not like this
Never before have I
ever
Seen it this bad
She's just a woman
Never
Again
"Why was I locked out of the bedroom this morning, honey?" Lucius asked the next morning as he sipped at his coffee. He had no recollection of the night before. To hide the bruises, Narcissa had performed a concealing charm, and he didn't even remember that he had hit her again. Everything was back to normal
"Oh. I thought I heard someone in the house last night before you got home so I locked myself in the bedroom before you got here. I must have fallen asleep without unlocking it. Sorry, Lucius," she lied, giving him a forced smile, her jaw aching from where he had hit her.
Just tell the nurse, you slipped and fell
It
starts to sting as it starts to swell
She looks at you, she
wants the truth
It's right out there in the waiting
room
With those hands
Lookin just as sweet as he can
Never Again
"Why the hell is she in here Lucius?" Severus Snape asked the blonde man as they both paced the waiting room of St. Mungos.
"I told you Snape! I don't know! I got home and she was on the floor of the kitchen in the middle of a pile of glass. It looks like she dropped the bottle of Firewhiskey, bent down to pick it up, slipped in the spilled alcohol, and fell onto the glass. I didn't do anything, so don't give me that accusing look!" he growled as he paced, knowing the truth of what had really gone on.
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Inside her room, Narcissa was being treated for face wounds. Lucius had come home drunk again, and she had gone to hide the Firewhiskey so he couldn't drink anymore. He had grabbed it and they had struggled for it, causing it to fall to the floor. He had gotten angry with her and had kicked her in the stomach. She had collapsed to the ground, her face landing in the glass, and when he had gone to forcefully pick her up off the ground, the glass had ground into her face. He had rushed her to St. Mungos, threatening her with worse punishment if she dared to tell anyone what had really happened. He had told her what to say about what happened, how she had dropped the bottle, slipped, and cut herself.
She had heard Severus arguing with Lucius outside her room, and for a moment, she wished she would have gone for him instead of Lucius. Severus really was concerned about what happened to her, unlike Lucius, who was causing this. Severus could sense that something wasn't being told, and he knew that what Lucius was saying wasn't the truth. He had always been good at that.
Seen it before, but not like this
Been there
before, but not like this
Never before have I
ever
Seen it this bad
She's just a woman
Never
Again
"You better not tell ANYONE what happened, you hear me? If you do, I SWEAR I will kill all of your friends and make you watch me do it. And don't even think about leaving me either, or I will kill you. AFTER I kill your precious Snape. I've seen the way you look at him. I see the desire in your eyes, the desire you once reserved for me. I will NOT have my wife going off to be with that scum bag, even if I work with him now," Lucius hissed as he shoved her into their room.
"I wouldn't think of leaving you Lucius. Not when I'm having your child," she whispered to him, and she closed the door into his face.
Lucius stood outside the door for a few moments in shock. He was going to be a father. This couldn't be true. He was only 20, how could he be having a kid already? He wasn't ready for that kind of commitment, but he knew that he would have to go through with it. He needed an heir to the wealth he would one day receive from his own father. "It better not be a girl, that's all I have to say," he stated to the closed door, unsure if she had even heard him. She had, and she grimaced. He would kill her when he found out she was having their daughter in only 5 months time.
Father's a name you haven't earned yet
You're just a child with a temper
Haven't
you heard "Don't hit a lady"?
Kickin' your
ass would be a pleasure
"Where is she, Malfoy?" Severus asked, his voice cold with anger.
"I told you, Narcissa isn't home right now. She went off to some exercise thing," he said casually, leaning against the doorframe of his mansion as he gazed out at Severus coldly, his long blonde hair partially obstructing his eyes.
"LUCIUS! She's 7 months pregnant! I don't think she is going to be exercising at some place when she's pregnant!" he cried, trying to get a look into the house.
"Well, that's where she said she was going. Maybe she went drinking. Oh bugger off, Snape, I know she's pregnant, I was kidding when I said she was drinking. Don't take everything so damn seriously," he hissed as he stepped back into his mansion, slamming the door in Snape's face as Snapes started to yell and pound on the door.
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Lucius stomped up to their room, throwing open the door to reveal Narcissa, sprawled on the floor beside the bed, curled into a ball, sobbing. The floor was covered in blood, and this made Lucius get even madder.
"What the FUCK happened here!" he yelled, pulling her to her feet. "Why is there blood on my carpet? I want an explanation for this Narcissa Malfoy, and I want it NOW!" He practically screamed at her, and she started to cry harder.
"Damn it Lucius, you made me lose the baby! That's why there is blood on your precious carpet. It was stillborn because of you! When you kicked me in the stomach, something happened, and when whoever it was at the door came and you left, I gave birth to your daughter, except she was DEAD," she cried, her fear, pain, and maternal instincts causing her to be extremely emotional.
"Good. No Malfoy should have a girl for an heir," he hissed, and Narcissa looked at him, hatred in her eyes.
"I HATE you Lucius. I hate you with all my life. I can't believe you just said that. I lost our child, don't you even CARE?" Her tears had dried as anger took over.
"No. It was only a girl." His gaze was cool and collected. Narcissa hit him in the arm before running out of the room to the guest bedroom in tears, locking the door and falling onto the bed, crying out in pain from the labor and the bruises from when he had attacked her.
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"I'm sorry `Cissa, I know how much you wanted that baby," Severus said softly, giving her a hug. Because he and Lucius worked together, he and Narcissa had become better friends, and he had worried about her ever since she and Lucius had married a little over a year ago.
"It was one of those things that couldn't be stopped Sev, but I feel so dirty. My daughter died, and I don't think Lucius even cares because it wasn't the son that he wanted," she whispered, crying onto his shoulder. She still hadn't told him about everything that Lucius did to her. Snape would have killed Lucius, and Narcissa didn't want that.
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20 years passed with similar events happening. Lucius would get drunk, harm Narcissa in some way, and she would go crying to Severus. Exactly one year after she gave birth to her daughter that never saw the light of day, she gave birth to a baby boy with the same pale blond hair of his mother and the haunting gray eyes of his father. He was named Draco Malfoy, and he was the only reason Narcissa survived the coming years. She had her son to look after, a son that really loved her. But she was powerless to protect him, just as she had been powerless to protect herself from the wrath of a drunken Lucius.
Draco began to notice his fathers state when he was 5. It was the first time that he had been allowed to stay up after 8, and he had been sitting in his mother's lap, reading a book to her when his father had stumbled into the foyer, drunk beyond all reasoning. Narcissa had quickly stood up, instructing Draco to go up to his room quickly and quietly, and he had done so. 10 minutes after she told him to leave, he had stood outside the door, listening to his father lay all the blame of his own failure on her, and he had heard Lucius hit his mother. It was then that he ran to his room, not fully aware of what had happened, but the events of that night were embedded in his brain for the rest of his life.
After that first incident, he had begun to notice things. Like how there were always healing potions in all of the bathrooms. How the elves paid particular attention to his mother. And how there was a bottle of Firewhiskey in his father's study that was always full when he walked past it going up to his room and always empty when he walked past it going down to breakfast.
The beatings had started at age 7, when he still hadn't begun to show signs of his magical abilities. Narcissa had pleaded with Lucius, telling him that he was sure to show them soon, and wouldn't it just slow the process down if his body had to continually heal itself. That had of course turned Lucius' rage on her. The cycle continued, Lucius beating Draco or cursing him for not showing his abilities, Narcissa pleading with Lucius to stop it, Lucius turning on her, and Draco sneaking away to his room, climbing into bed, his door magically locking itself and his cuts healing themselves over night. If Lucius had paid any attention to his son, he would have known that Draco had been showing signs of magic since he was 3 years old.
He's drunk again, it's time to fight
Same old shit, just on a different night
She grabs the gun, she's had enough
Tonight she'll find out how fucking
Tough is this man
Pulls the trigger just as fast as she can
Never Again
"I'm through with you, Lucius. I'm not going to let you hurt me any more," she hissed as she backed towards an end table.
"What are you going to do Narcissa? You haven't a wand anymore, remember? I took it away after I caught you spilling your guts to Snape. I couldn't have you going any farther and telling him what I do when I'm drunk, now could I? Or you telling him it was my fault you lost the first baby? No, that would be horrible for my reputation in this society. And I was doing so good at hiding my evil streak." He grinned maliciously at her as she backed away from him.
"I can't believe you destroyed this family. You and your damn attraction to the Dark Lord. You sold your life to him, and he repays you by getting you stuck in Azkaban. I thought I was free from your stupidity when you got thrown in there, but you managed to escape and come back to haunt this family. You never cared about this family, or me! You lied to me, you asshole!" she yelled, slowly opening the drawer, glad he was too inebriated to notice that she was doing something behind her back.
"Oh, but you love me. You know you do, Narcissa," he murmured, taking a step towards her.
"Fuck you, Malfoy," she hissed, making a mad grab for the loaded Muggle revolver. She had it out, but it went off before she had it aimed at Lucius. Then her fingers were slipping off the gun, and she saw his wand pointed at her.
Seen it before, but not like this
Been there
before, but not like this
Never before have I
ever
Seen it this bad
She's just a woman
Draco Malfoy, age 19, was startled awake by the sound of a gun going off right below his bedroom. He sat straight up in bed, throwing the covers off of himself and practically sprinting out of his room as he heard another gunshot ring through the Manor, his wand lying forgotten on his bed stand. He bolted down the stairs and into his father's study, skidding to a stop as he noticed the scene in front of him. Before he had a firm grip on the reality before him, he practically flew across the room, consumed by anger and hatred.
Never Again
A/N: Sorry for any grammatical mistakes. I do not currently have a beta, as the only person I know who could beta is no longer taking stories to edit. If anyone is interested, just review saying you're interested. That would be amazing! Hope you enjoyed the first installment
P.S.: Don't worry, this story quickly turns to Ginny/Draco conflict
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