The Pureblood Coup

Sheherazade: I don't feel sorry for them. Yes, it's way too much for any couple to handle, but then again as Death Eaters they sort of deserve it. After all the atrocities that went on in this story, it would not be moral for the major characters to have happy endings! But thanks for the review.


Continuation and final installment of…


Chapter Thirteen: Wish You Were Here


Bellatrix came closer into the room, wrapping herself around a gigantic black cape that covered her completely.

Lucius had released his grip over the back of Narcissa’s neck, and Narcissa turned around at once, remembering her wand. She was relieved to see it intact upon the floor, and she went to pick it up, still feeling threatened by her husband.

“Now, now, I didn’t come in here to break up your silly brawl. I wouldn’t worry Lucius, the furniture will be restored. It must be! For remember, this is really the Dark Lord’s bedchamber. He told me he is not ready to retire. I will go find the house-elfs and tell them what to do!”

“Bellatrix, that won’t be necessary. I ordered them to restore the broken busts first….,” said Lucius almost politely.

But Bellatrix shook her head. “This room needs to be fixed as soon as possible. We don’t wish to share ourselves in a war-zone.”

“We?,” said Narcissa with a lofty haughtiness.

“The Dark Lord!,” snapped Bella, as if her desire for him and for her to share a bed should be the most obvious thing in the world.

“For the last time, Bellatrix, you don’t give orders in my house!,” boomed Lucius.

But Bellatrix just ignored her brother-in-law, and she flounced on the bed, and then patted the side. “Come Cissy, sit next to me.”

Narcissa hesitated looking forlornly at Lucius, and then went to sit beside her sister at the foot of the bed. Lucius just shifted on his heels, crossing his arms.

“Now, Narcissa. Time for the details for your old sister here. How was it last night, if you remember?”

“Yes, I do remember it, Bella,” said Narcissa sweetly, however it was constraining her irritation.

Bellatrix just blinked and then her face morphed into a fake smile as she feigned sympathy, “Aw…It must have been hard on you? Was he rough?”

Narcissa did not know what to say, for she didn’t want to talk about it. Showing her anger, she sneered, “Well, of course. Look at this room, Bella, he demolished my bedroom!”

From all this Bellatrix, had of course deduced that Lucius might have somehow taken the dreamless sleep potion instead.

Bellatrix had not misheard her sister’s tone, and now her exterior looked dangerous again, as her eyes lit up, “You understand Cissy, that I am the real queen. The queen for our Lord that is. Like my newest robes?”

And Bellatrix shot up off the bed, and swirled histrionically, the black cape twirling off her shoulders. She was wearing absolutely nothing except for high-heeled sandals, and lining the insides and outsides of her thighs was a line of spikes, drilled into strips of leather that lined her outer thighs. They could not see her chest as she had not unpinned the clasp of the cape.

Narcissa suddenly could not believe her eyes, she saw her husband dart towards Bellatrix, grabbing her long dark curly hair from the back, and then he was kissing her sister.

Bellatrix was resisting his grip and she pulled her mouth off his, until she shot a glimpse of Narcissa looking horrified frozen in shock, completely immobile. And Bellatrix smiled at Narcissa’s look, and she looked back at Lucius and returned his move for another passionate kiss. They each made out madly, making loud smacking noises, each to make the same person, Narcissa jealous, and each for their own reasons.

And there was a sound of tramping feet, Narcissa turned her head still reposing at the foot of the bed to see Draco enter the room, calling, “Mother, I-“

She watched her son’s face fall from eager concern to a dismal gray colour as he witnessed his father kiss his aunt.

At Draco’s voice, Lucius lost all want of Bellatrix, as he released his hands from the crown of Bellatrix’s head where he had been gripping the headdress crowning her.

“Draco…This is not as it looks,” he forced himself to murmur and then added livdly, “Couldn’t you have allowed us a chance to settle things before you barge in?”

Draco glared at his father and scoffed darkly, “Settle things between who? Is that between Aunt Bella or my mother?!”

“I meant your mother of course!,” Lucius retorted, furious Draco could even imply he was unsure.

Draco did not take a step closer, but remained near the door, as he looked now at his mother, his face showing true concern.

“Mother? Greyback wasn’t lieing then, was he? I had to see for myself. This truth is terrible….,” and Draco looked around the bedchamber at the destroyed furniture and décor.

Lucius looked towards his son and said meanly, “Yes, Draco. It was I who told our useful little werewolf friend what the Dark Lord was making her do.”

Narcissa shrilled, “You Lucius! My own husband? My own husband, the reason my reputation suffers so!”

“Yes, Narcissa. Your dear husband,” said Lucius acting charming, and he stepped closer to the foot of the bed, where Narcissa sat, twirling her wand in her lap.

“But why father?,” said Draco with a hollow emptiness.

“I shall not discuss it with you, Draco. Go!”

Draco remained where he was, until Lucius screamed threatingly, “GET OUT!”

And Draco, a bit frightened of his father, turned and ran.

Narcissa stood up and appraised Lucius coldly, raising both brows. “Our son asks good questions. So why did you wish to confide in a werewolf?”

Making the name sound important, Lucius corrected, “Fenrir Greyback.”

“Oh, don’t think I want to hear of another famous name you’re in contact with.”

“Quiet, Narcissa. And let a man speak, for Merlin’s sake. I only confided in Greyback because we do relate on some level. Until recently that is...Greyback’s always been singled out and can’t even get the Mark, and I-I’m losing it all.”

Narcissa shook her head, “Lucius, you know I never supported your involvement with that –that Greyback.”

He did not answer and Narcissa knew she could never persuade her husband not to associate with someone he thought was useful. She decided to add consolingly, “And if you need someone to talk to, go to me not that-that monster! And Lucius we’re not losing it all…we still have - we have our money and property...including the house!”

“Yes, a house we can’t exercise independent sovereignty over,” Lucius couldn’t help but spit out bitterly. “My little flower,” he finally offered reconciliation, brushing the bangs out of her eyes, where one eye was black and blue from his blow before. “I will never do that to you. I’ll never hurt you again. Never,” said Lucius and his voice was growing sweeter and sweeter.

Bellatrix meanwhile was watching shocked and muntinous, full of confusion. For only a moment ago Lucius had kissed her to make Narcissa jealous and now he was making up to Narcissa?!

“Yes. Never again would you strike me or curse me, Lucius…” said Narcissa sarcastically. They had been through these fights so many times before and he always swore he would never abuse her again, but she knew different.

However, she reached for his hand and held it, squeezing it and enjoying the warmth of his affection course through her.

Lucius steadied himself and took Narcissa’s wand, and his own out, studying them. “Narcissa…There is only one solution to this all, really. I will go right now and do it, for it will make up everything that he did to you, to us. I must – I must TRY to fight the Dark Lord. Knowing at least that I'll die trying. I will duel him!”

Lucius jumped when he heard an insane scream of laughter behind him.

“Duel the Dark Lord? You dare contemplate to?! You – the pathetic man who’s wand is destroyed. But even if it weren't, you could never come out alive, fighting - fighting the greatest wizard of the age!”

And Bellatrix cackled again.

And Narcissa said with tears in her eyes, “Lucius! Please don’t. It will only make things worse. Maybe he wouldn’t kill you, but it will only make everything worse. I beg you not to do it. No! I won’t let you!”

And Narcissa shook with terror.

Lucius was pacing across the floor, his footsteps sounding heavily, full of energy, primed for a good fight. He glared furiously at Bellatrix’s smug face jeering at him.

“No…I won’t…I can’t…,” forced out Lucius sounding exhausted, and finally all the fight gone out of him, he slumped onto the bed, laying down and looking as if he had already tried and was defeated, for the better part of him knew he certainly would be.

Narcissa looked at her sister, who was still smiling awfully. “Oh, Bella! Leave us in peace. Please!”

“Yes, I shall go attend to the Dark Lord…,” said Bellatrix and she left the bedchamber quietly, the long cape swirling behind her, and in a whoosh she turned the corner and was gone.

*

Meanwhile, Draco had not stopped running since he left his parent’s old bedroom. As he ran out of the house now, he past by dozens of House-elves working from ladders on the main staircase, attempting to repair the broken busts of hundreds of Malfoys.

He ran down the stairs, and opened the door and went for the gardens on the side of the property. He continued to run as if he never, ever wanted to look back. The weather was gloomy, it was raining hard as Draco tore through the raindrops, hardly noticing them.

He did not stop until he got near the fairy bushes and a a stone park bench and some beautiful flowered trees.

He stopped at the tree, panting, and holding the trunk as if it was the safe place for tag. He looked towards his left up at the cloudy sky. He could see a little slither of a moon rising, in the fog. He gulped at its ghostly presence, it seemed to be confirming all his fears, his awful terror.

Draco gulped again, and large tears welled in his gray eyes. The tears trickled onto his pointy features, and at once he wiped it away with the sleeve of the lime-green and gold edged dressrobes. He had not changed or even slept, for he had been too worried about his mother.

Draco looked the other way, as he turned to sit down, and he could see the shadowy outlines of dementors. Yet he was so miserable the dementors were not attracted to him for there was no happy emotions for them to be drawn to.

He sat down reluctantly on the bench, and shifted his weight gingerly. His backside was still very sore from Snape caning him last night. He heard a clap of thunder as he listened to the rainstorm, pounding into the earth, soaking it.

He listened to it as it seemed to lull him into a trance, as he stared out at the lake. He could see the property was flooding, soon there would practically be a moat around the huge palace, a moat to imprison him even more.

Draco’s thoughts went off into the past. How he remembered father when he was a little boy. His first memory was of his father. Draco briefly glanced at the dull cloud-filled sky and remembered another time and place. When life had been beautiful and sunny. He was three years old and he was with father on an Abraxan horse, flying into a gorgeous gleaming sun. He missed those times, when everything had seemed nice.

Now what was it? Reality was a nightmare! 'A nightmare' he thought. And Draco looked out at the lake, just beyond the short line of fairy-bushes. He seriously contemplated going into the lake right now and drowning himself. 'wouldn’t it be better if I could just end it now? Could I die, could I kill myself? What would it be like to drown?,' he thought.

And Draco remained there for a long time, just thinking, lost in deep misery at his life. Somehow his thoughts came to Potter, and thoughts of that Harry Potter and his friends both annoyed him and comforted him. At least there was someone out there who could stop it, before he ended it for himself first!


NOTE: THERE is only one more, yes one more update left! However, I will be adding dozens of new parts to the chapters, just to let you know. What is really creepy is I imagined it would be raining and flooding at the end of this story...After I imagined this, I decided to check what the weather was in Wiltshire, England. In August 1997, there was indeed flooding in Wiltshire. Now that is creepy!