The pounding on the door woke her up. Pulling on a robe, Narcissa glanced in the mirror and smoothed her hair, knowing Lucius expected her to look her best. Even at 3 AM.

She twitched her wand at the candles, lighting them, and walked to the door. Opening it, Narcissa drew herself gracefully to her full height and looked down her nose at the men standing on her porch, a trick she’d learned from Bellatrix. "Can I help you?"

Shoving a writ in her face, he responded, "We are here for Lucius Malfoy. This is a warrent for his arrest."

Title: Served
House: Gryffindor
Rating: G
Characters: Narcissa, some anonymous MoM officials, and Lucius mentioned
Challenge: Pound
Word Count: 100
Notes: Set at the end of OotP.  Two of three, all stand alone or together.

Resisting the urge to snatch the writ out of his hands, Narcissa instead lifted one eyebrow and extended a hand, obviously expecting the man to hand it over. He did and she skimmed the pages, feeling her heart pound in her throat with every word.

Finally, she lowered the paper and stared at the wizard who’d handed her the warrent, feeling her world tumbling down around her. No sign of what she was thinking crossed her face as she said, "Surely, there has been some mistake. Lucius would never..."

"Save it for the judge, lady. I just serve the warrent."

Title: Hope Dies Eternal
House: Gryffindor
Rating: G
Characters: Narcissa, some anonymous MoM officials, and Lucius mentioned
Challenge: Pound
Word Count: 100
Notes: Set at the end of OotP.  Final, all stand alone or together.

She could hear them, pounding up and down the stairs, looking for her husband. As if he would be dumb enough to stick around, she thought angrily to herself, no, Lucius is long gone by now. Out of country, out of sight.

Narcissa sat down on her couch, ignoring the glares from the other wizards, hell what am I doing, hiding him under the cushions, and hugged her elbows to herself to keep from shivering.

Just as she was starting to relax, a new charge hit the atmosphere, a new urgency. Controlled, Narcissa strained her ears...

"...we got Malfoy, Sir." mood: tired
audio: Korn - Freak on a Leash