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One shots (Lucissa):
Paris, France, Summer, 18th Century.
Narcissa Katrina-Rose Black always knew that she was different.
I mean, she didn’t fit in when it came to her small town, all the other inhabitants seeing her as odd.
To make things more clear, she was an only child, having an inventor for a father, and a painter for a mother.
And they raised her in a happy, but lower class environment, both her father and mother giving her the world.
Her father Cygnus was also considered odd by the inhabitants, but her mother Druella was well liked, known for her kind and vibrant personality.
A personality that her paintings reflected.
Until it happened.
She was fourteen when her mother got sick, a sickness that seemed like the flu at first, both her and her father believing that it wasn’t serious.
But it was.
It turned out that her mother caught Black Cat Flu, a contagious, but deadly sickness that was fatal to the people that got it.
And her mother Druella was slowly succumbing.
Which caused the young girl to start doing the housework, including the cooking, and the cleaning, things like that.
It was made easier though, by her fathers many inventions, like the metal machine that he made that washed your clothes for you.
Cool, right?
But she knew that they didn’t fit into their village, the whispers following them whenever they stepped foot out of their small farm.
Like today, for example.
The story starts on a warm summer morning, the young woman waking up at seven, before she did the chores for the day.
She fed the chickens and other farm animals, before she cooked breakfast, and checked in on her mother, practically forcing her to drink something.
Then she checked in on her father, who was busy in the garage, working on the finishing touches of one of his inventions.
And it was around noon that morning when she stepped into the village, a book in hand, one that she was returning to the local library, which only had one customer.
Her.
But she didn’t mind.
She loved to read after all, her current book being Romeo and Juliet, which was one of her favorites.
Unfortunately though, she finished it that morning during breakfast, which is why she was returning it, hoping to get a new one.
Mainly something that she’s never read, which was practically impossible, due to the fact that she read every book on the shelf.
Trust me, she knows this for a fact.
She just weaved through the early afternoon crowds, ignoring the staring and rumors that followed her, none of them bothering her.
“What an odd girl.”
“It must run in the family.”
“I heard that James tried to get her father locked up again.”
Now that one did bother her.
In case you were wondering, James was the war hero of their small village, the man that everyone wanted to marry.
Well, besides her.
His full name was James Fleamont Potter, the only son of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter, a rich couple that spoiled him rotten.
That’s a fact unfortunately.
But James only had eyes for one woman in their village, a woman who had aubron brown hair and olive green eyes, one who was the most beautiful girl in the entire village.
And that was her.
She hated him, on the other hand, and always rejected him, making it clear that she would never marry him.
Ever.
It didn’t help though, that he was always trying to get her father locked up in the asylum, something that was never taken seriously.
Thankfully.
She just shook that thought aside as she walked into the library, which was owned by an older man named Albus Dumbledore.
And he was very grandfatherly towards her, having a soft spot for her, especially since she was one of his best customers.
Well, she was his only customer.
The door opening just jingled the tiny bell, the soft sound echoing through the silence as she smiled, walking towards the man that was waiting for her.
They just talked about the book that she read, before he told her to pick something out, one that she would enjoy wholeheartedly.
And was what she did.
She ended up picking up Cinderella, which was her second favorite, a cult classic in her eyes.
The story was iconic.
And she was walking towards the door when he spoke, his tone of voice calm as she turned towards her, her olive green eyes filled with disbelief.
“Keep it, my dear.”
“Oh Albus, I can’t.”
He just smiled at her, before he repeated his words, the young woman hesitating, before she agreed, holding the book close to her chest.
“Thank you. Oh, thank you very much.”
She left after that, before she continued the walk home with her nose in the book, her eyes scanning the words on the page, unaware that she passed by a popular clothing shop.
“Now it’s no wonder that her name means beauty,” she heard an older woman mutter to her daughters, all three of them looking at her with distaste.
“Her looks have no parallel.”
“But behind that fair facade, I’m afraid she’s rather odd,” one daughter muttered, while the other two burst into soft laughter, before they stated their own options.
“Very different from the rest of us.”
“She’s nothing like the rest of us.”
“Very different like the rest of us is Narcissa.”
She just ignored them, as she continued reading, passing the fountain, where she paused, finding herself feeding the sheep, and reading to them a passage from the book.
And she was about to get up when she heard her name, the familiar sounding voice causing her to groan internally.
“Narcissa!”
She just turned around, her eyes narrowed as she looked at the man that spoke, her book pressed firmly against her chest.
“You look beautiful this morning, my darling Cissa.”
I’m not your darling anything, she just thought to herself, aware that the older man’s eyes scanned her up and down, from head to toe.
Her auburn brown hair was pulled back into a braid, and she was wearing a white blouse, along with a blue corset vest, along with a matching blue skirt and apron.
She was wearing tan socks, along with brown boots that have definitely seen better days.
“Thank you, James,” she just responded, a forced smile on her face as she looked at him, her fingers fidgeting impatiently.
And man, he was the last person that she wanted to see that day.
“Can I help you with something?”
He didn’t say anything though, just ripped her book out of her arms, before he opened it, his words flipping the page, his eyes filled with digest.
“How can you read this? There’s no pictures.”
He threw it into the mud after that, the young woman taking a deep breath, before he picked it up, using her apron to clean it off.
Don’t get mad.
Don’t get mad.
“It’s called your imagination, James. But you don’t have one, do you?”
Her eyes watched as his face became red at her words, his hand gripping her forearm tightly, before he spoke again, his breath fanning the bottom of her earlobe.
“You know that I don’t tolerate a woman that talks back to me.
When we’re married, my darling Cissa, you’ll be taking care of my children, and cleaning my house.
You won’t have time for these silly pastimes.”
She just pushed him away after that, her nose curling in disgust as she walked away, ignoring the three sisters that flocked towards James, fawning over him.
She really hated the Evans sisters.
Petunia, Lily, and Flora Evans were known throughout the village as being airheads, the three women always fighting over the attention of James Potter, who never noticed them.
Due to the fact that he was always begging for her attention.
And she hated it.
She just returned home agitated, but she took another deep breath to calm down, before she placed her book down onto the table.
She’ll read it later.
Right now though, she wanted to speak to her father, before he left that evening for a nearby festival.
He submitted one of his inventions and got chosen, and she was proud of him, she just knew that she couldn’t take care of her mother by herself.
Especially since they couldn’t afford a doctor.
“Papa?” She just asked, once she climbed down the stairs, her eyes spotting her father right away.
He was an older man with matching brown hair, but her gray eyes instead of the eyes that she got from her mother.
The only thing that she got from the older woman.
He was tinkering with his invention when she spoke, the older man putting the finishing touches onto the machine that he was building when he paused, his eyes turning towards her.
“Do you think I’m odd?”
“My daughter odd? What makes you think that?”
She walked towards him, before she allowed him to hug her, relaxing into his touch like she did as a small child.
“The townspeople like to talk.”
He just kissed the top of her head, before he told her to ignore them, that the townspeople didn’t know what they were talking about.
“You’re not odd, darling. After all, there’s nothing wrong with a woman who loves to read. You get that from your mother.”
She smiled at those words, before she kissed him on the cheek, her tone of voice calm as she spoke again.
“I’ll miss you, papa.”
“It’s only for a week, my darling. I’ll be home before you know it.”
She just asked for him to get her a rose, before her eyes watched as he rode away, the young woman waving at him until he disappeared out of sight.
But he never reached his destination.
In fact, only the next morning, his horse would return back to their farm house alone, causing her to make a life changing decision.
Knowing that she had to leave her mother behind, she just climbed onto her fathers horse, before ordering him to take her to her father.
And Winston did.
He took her to an abandoned castle, one that was covered in snow, even though it was in the middle of summer.
And in order to get to the front door, she had to walk through a rose garden, the young woman picking one, taking the time to smell it, breathing in the fresh delicious scent.
There was a reason behind why roses were her favorite flower.
It was a part of her middle name after all, the young woman getting her love for roses from her mother, who absolutely adored them.
And she continued holding the rose, even when she reached the front door, knocking on it lightly.
She was unaware though, that a pair of red colored eyes watched her from the west wing, a man with a pale complexion and white blonde hair.
That was Lucius Malfoy.
He was a prince, you see, one that used to rule over that kingdom, his family well loved by their people.
One day however, he was alone in his study when there was a knock on the door, one of the maids answering it.
One that was adamant that he was needed.
Standing on their doorstep was a beggar woman, one who was soaking wet from the rain, her skin wrinkled due to old age.
And she offered him a rose, one that she would give him if he would give her a place to stay for the night.
But he didn’t.
In fact, his arrogance got the best of him, causing him to rip the rose out of her hand, before he told her that commanders weren’t welcome there.
And he was about to slam the door in her face, when she transformed into a beautiful Enchantress, one that decided to punish him for his arrogance.
Her punishment, though, had three parts.
The first part was that he would be alone for centuries- not only that, but he also couldn’t leave the castle grounds.
The second part was that he was turned into a vampire, a creature of the night, one who could only feed on the animals that were on his land.
But even that wasn’t much.
The third part however, was that he was given a red rose, one that reminded him of the consequences of his action.
For example, the curse would only be broken by true love's kiss, the young prince knowing that no one would want to love a man like him.
A monster.
Plus, as soon as the last petal fell, he would become a vampire forever, which was another thing that he didn’t want.
But maybe that was for the best.
He just moved away from the window, unaware that the young woman was now in the cellar with her father, trying to get him to calm down.
But even that didn’t last long.
“I’m here to bring you home, papa.”
“You need to leave Cissa. Please. Before he sees you.”
Her eyebrows just furrowed in confusion, her curiosity getting the best of her, even though it didn’t last long.
Because, at that very moment, a man appeared from beside her, one who hid in the shadows at first, until he spoke, his tone of voice harsh with every word.
“You’re trespassing.”
“Please,” she just pleaded, continuing to hold her fathers hand, even as she turned to look at him, watching as he stepped out of the shadows.
He was a tall man with white blond hair, but a pale complexion, one that had a gray undertone.
But that wasn’t the freaky part.
The freaky part were his eyes, which were bright red, a lighter red in the middle, but a darker red around the edges.
A blood red.
“My mother is sick. Please. He needs to take care of her.”
“Narcissa…” her father just pleaded, almost like he knew what she was doing, his tone of voice hoarse due to the cold.
“Your father stole a rose from my garden.”
“I asked for the rose. Please. Just let him go.”
She watched the older man closely, her eyes watching as he thought about it for a couple of minutes, before he spoke again.
“It’ll come with a price.”
“I’m willing to pay it. Please. I’ll take his place.”
“Please Narcissa. Don’t do this.”
But the damage was already done.
Before she knew it, she was locked up in the cellar, while her father was sent home, the older man promising that he would return for her.
But she was willing to pay the price.
She became his maid after that, but she didn’t mind, due to the fact that she was used to doing the chores back home, finding scrubbing the floors to be relaxing.
That wasn’t the only thing that she did, however.
She also tended the animals, and did the laundry, the amount of dust that was surrounding the place overwhelming to her.
Seriously. How did this man survive all these years?
She didn’t understand it.
The best part though, was the library, the young woman having free rein of the castle, only if she agreed to stay out of the west wing.
Which she did.
At first.
Because, as the days passed, she found herself getting curiouser and curiouser, finding herself sneaking into the west wing one night, when she thought that he was asleep.
Only to forget however, that vampires didn’t need sleep.
Which meant that he was standing near the window when the door opened, the older man staying in the shadows as his eyes watched the young woman, aware that she looked around.
Not only did she discover evidence that he was a prince, but she also found the enchanted rose, the one that didn’t have many petals left.
And she reached out to touch it, only to pause once he spoke, her eyes wide with shock, and her breathing heavy once she realized that she was caught.
He’s been standing there the whole time.
“DON'T TOUCH THAT!”
The windows rattled, and the young woman gasped in surprise, before she took a step back, her eyes never leaving the older man.
The monster.
Even though he told her to leave, she didn’t, just took a nervous step back, before she touched his shoulder, one word on her lips.
“How?”
And she continued to amaze him.
Just like that day in the cellar, she wasn’t scared of him, she just kept her head held high as she looked at him, nothing but kindness in her olive green eyes.
But why?
And, even though he didn't want to tell her, he found himself telling her anyway, telling her about his childhood with his parents.
He was born Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, the only child of Abraxas Malfoy and Rebecca Fawley, two parents that spoiled him rotten.
He wasn't just a prince, but he was also arrogant and rude, his parents moving to their vacation home when he was sixteen, leaving him with the maids.
One night though, it started raining heavily, a knock appearing on the door, and an old beggar woman standing on their front step.
She just asked him for a place to stay in exchange for a rose, only for him to refuse, the older woman transforming into a beautiful enchantress, one who cursed him.
The rose, though, represented his curse, the older man telling her that, once the last petal fell off the rose, he would become a vampire forever.
“And to break it?”
He just looked at her, before he spoke, his eyes facing the other direction, almost like he didn't want to see her reaction.
Maybe he didn't.
“True love’s kiss.”
Okay. That didn’t sound so bad.
All she needed to do was fall in love with him.
Yeah.
That was definitely not happening.
I mean, not only was he a monster, but he kidnapped her father, only to release him after she agreed to take his place, becoming his maid.
And no sane man did that.
Not only that, but he was now also a prince.
Yeah.
She was totally not buying that.
The whole thing sounded manipulative, in her eyes, almost like he made up the story just to make her trust him.
But she couldn’t help but fall for it.
Over the next few months, both Lucius and Narcissa found themselves getting even closer, the young woman getting a soft spot for him.
Not only did they hang out in the library, but they also played in the snow, having a snowball fight, and building snowmen, her cheeks rosy from the cold.
And she even started falling for him.
Their favorite memory though, was when they ate dinner together, before they danced around the bedroom, dressed to impress.
Not only was she dressed in a beautiful gold ball gown, but her auburn brown hair was pulled back into a bun, a small smile on her face as she walked towards him.
And he was also cleaned up- his white blond hair pulled back, and his clothing freshly pressed, made out of the finest silks.
Just like her ball gown.
And the two of them danced around the ballroom, classical music playing around them as they danced, staring into each other’s eyes, as they got lost on the music.
After that though, he took her back to the west wing, the two of them standing on the balcony, their hands connected as they stood underneath the moonlight.
Their eyes connected, and she opened her mouth to say something, her hand sweeping his hair out of his face, noticing the ribbon that kept his hair pulled back.
The light blue silk matched the vest that he was wearing.
“Lucius…”
She paused however, once she noticed the mirror that stood on the table next to the rose, the handle engraved with a pair of initials.
T.
“What’s this?” She just asked, her hand pulling away, before she picked up the mirror, her eyes examining it.
“The Enchantress gave it to me. It’s supposed to keep me connected to the outside world. It shows you anything that you want to see.”
“Anything?”
He just nodded, causing her to take a deep breath, before she spoke again, keeping her tone of voice calm and strong with every word.
“Show me my father.”
The mirror flickered for a couple of minutes, before it showed a clear picture of her father, who was surrounded by a crowd of villagers, who were mobbing him.
Oh God.
She just dropped the mirror in shock, catching the older man to catch it, his eyes staring at her in confusion.
“Narcissa?”
“It’s my father, he’s…”
She couldn’t finish her sentence.
And, almost like he knew that, he just looked at her, his eyes softening as he took her hand.
“Go Narcissa. Go save your father.”
She just looked at him, her eyes hesitant, until he nodded, giving her the courage to move.
She kissed him on the cheek after that, before she lifted up her skirts, running out of the castle after that, and towards the horse that waited for her.
One of Lucius’s.
She just rode back into the town after that, her eyes widening once she noticed that her father was being dragged towards a carriage that had bars on the door.
So he’s finally did it then.
She just broke through the crowd, before she stood in front of her father, blocking him from both the villagers and James Potter, who looked shocked to see her.
“He’s insane, darling Cissa,” he just told her, a wide smile on his face as he looked at the love of his life, the woman that he was going to marry.
Even if she didn’t want to marry him.
“He’s told us that you were kept captive by a monster.”
“He’s not a monster,” she just snapped, taking her fathers hand, before she squeezed it lightly, continuing her train of thought.
“He’s half the man that you’ll ever be.”
“So it’s true then.”
She could tell that he still didn’t believe her, the weight in her pocket reminding her that she still had the mirror from that evening.
Thank God for that one.
She just took it out, before she held it towards James, speaking clearly, her tone of voice strong with every word.
“Show me Lucius.”
At the gasp that he let out, she could tell that it worked, the young woman dropping the mirror, before she turned towards her father, ignoring the commotion from behind them.
“I don’t understand, Cissa. I thought that I would never see you again.”
“He let me go, papa. I came back for you.”
She could tell that he didn’t understand, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it, especially since she had to save Lucius from a fate worse than death.
The love of her life.
“Take care of mother, papa. I have to take care of this.”
His hand grabbed hers though, which stopped her from leaving, the look in his eyes causing her to expand her train of thought.
“I love him, papa. I can’t let him die.”
If only she knew that a young woman overheared her, one who watched her ride away, a small smile on her face.
So her punishment worked then.
Never mind that.
Let’s just say that it was chaos when she got to the castle, the young woman pushing through the crowd, before she ran up the stairs, towards the west wing.
She needed to find Lucius.
And find him she did- the older man standing over the body of James Potter, his lips covered in blood as she drained the life from him.
Which caused her to gasp, the sound getting his attention, causing his eyes to go wide once he noticed her.
“Narcissa.”
She could tell that he didn’t expect to see her again, his red eyes watching as she walked towards him, a small smile on her face as she confessed to him.
“I came back for you, Lucius. I love you.”
She just grabbed his hand, before she leaned it, her lips pressing his as she ignored the taste of blood that was on his tongue.
And before they knew it, there was a flash of white light, the windows shaking as they pulled away, her eyes wide with shock.
“What? What’s wrong.”
His eyes changed.
Instead of being the two shades of red that she grew to love, they were a soft gray color, the gray tint leaving his pale compexion.
Instead his skin had a healthy rosy tint to it, the young woman pulling away so that her eyes could scan him up and down.
“Lucius,” she just whispered, her tone of voice soft, but a smile on her face as her eyes gave away how happy she was.
“I think the curse is broken.”
And he couldn’t believe it.
He just smiled at her words, before he kissed her for a second time, the two of them unaware of the woman that watched them.
The Enchantress.
And she didn’t leave until she knew that he was in good hands, the two of them walking down the staircase hand in hand, the entire kingdom staring at them with wide eyes.
So they remembered then.
That was proven for a fact once they bowed down to him, all of them remembering the royal family that used to rule over their kingdom.
Well, until they forgot about them that was.
They just returned to the village after that, the young woman introducing him to her father, who seemed releaved once he realized that his daughters love was returned.
But they also got good news.
The good news was that Lucius agreed to pay for a doctor, meaning that her mother was soon cured, the older woman able to return to painting.
And their relationship went strong after rhat, the two of them choosing to stay with her parents while the castle got renovated after so long of being abandoned.
But the two of them also had a son together, a little boy named Draco, one who was the center of their entire world.
They bounced back and forth between the castle and the village, the two of them wanting their son to have friends his own age.
Not only that, but they also wanted him to know his grandparents, both sets of them, especially since Lucius’s parents forgot that he exsited.
Due to the curse, you know.
Which meant that they moved back to Paris, wanting to get to know both their son and his family, the two of them believing that they abdoned him.
But it wasn’t their fault after all.
Life went on after that, the two of them staying madly in love with each other, growing even deeper in love as the days passed.
After everything that happened to them, both Lucius and Narcissa lived happily ever after, growing old together.
And nothing could ever change that.
The End.