Narcissa Malfoy had always suffered the rage of battle inside of her every time Lucius took to the field with his Death Eaters. The pair had been magically bonded, and this meant they could always sense not only danger, but other emotions in extremity, too. Even when nothing in particular was happening to her husband, Narcissa could feel him there, somewhere in the world.
She was sleeping soundly in the same half-empty bed when a sinking in her stomach roused her awake. The woman was no stranger to loneliness in the night, but this time, the sensation was distinctly something more. Sitting up quickly was a mistake, as nausea filled her and dizzy sparkles swam before her eyes. As she near-collapsed back onto the sheets, Narcissa could see before her explosions, fire… her husband in agony.
The woman was forced to gasp for air. Lucius had spoken of a great attack being planned. She had assumed, though, that it was to occur considerably later than this, as he was sick and not suited for war. He was sick! What was he doing? Thinking? What was happening?!?
As her love’s scream echoed inside her head, Mrs. Malfoy forced herself to her feet. This was no nightmare. Racing about the master bedroom, she pulled on over her night robes whatever layers of clothing she could summon. Blonde hair tangled and untamed, she fetched her wand from atop one of her many large mirrors and apparated to Upper Slaughter- the only place he could possibly be if he had not lied to her.
She did not appear at his side, but knew in her heart exactly where to go thanks to the feeling that still threw her sickly from side to side. Dodging hexes, spells, curses of all sorts, she threw none back, concentrating only on sprinting in her bare feet and unwieldy, long layers of dress.
Narcissa froze in her tracks several metres away from the horrific scene her eyes quickly found. Her husband was sprawled, bleeding on the ground next to Tiberius Ogden (good riddance). Above him, looking victorious and vile stood Andromeda Tonks- never Balck- a figure Narcissa loathed to share even a drop of blood with.
Mrs. Malfoy’s eyes filled with tears and fire as she dashed to the side of the only one that mattered. Something sounding like a cry escaped her choking throat as she fell ungracefully to her knees into the dirt. Andromeda did not get a moment of eye contact, but if her so-called sister even attempted escape, Narcissa would hex the blood traitor until she could not be recognized.