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Author's Note: I decided to try something a little darker. I'm not quite sure why, but I'm going to take a shot at it. There are many lesbian scenes within this story, and some scene's that may not be suitable for younger readers. Please proceed with caution in later chapters. I hope that this story turns out to be what I had envisioned. I will happily take any comments, thoughts, or constructive criticism. Best to inbox me for criticism. Thank you for reading!
Beyond the Shadows
The door to the Malfoy Manor opened and closed.
"Bella, is that you?" Narcissa called out through the empty mansion cautiously.
Since Voldemort had been defeated, it seemed like her sister had only become more evil. Narcissa did not think that was even possible, but found out the hard way. When Lucius went to Azkaban Narcissa opened her home to Bellatrix and the other death eaters. While she did not agree with her husband and sister's choices, she was scared for her and Draco's safety were they to ever attempt dismissing Voldemort's reign and the Deatheaters.
Draco, however, was no longer afraid. The only two people he feared in his youth were his father and the Dark Lord. Now that one was dead and the other locked away till his own death he had nothing to fear. He told his mother where to find him if ever she needed him and left the manor about a year after the war.
Narcissa listened for a moment for a reply, but none was heard. Only the sound of footsteps. They were soft, yet determined. It was odd for one of the Deatheaters to be this quiet, but Narcissa knew that if they were something bad was about to happen. She waited in silence as the footsteps grew louder, her eye's fixed on the opening to the sitting room. She watched as a figure appeared in the darkness. It was one of a woman, yet it was not Bellatrix. The figure walked closer, scanning the room as it did. Narcissa was frozen. She could not move. She didn't want to move. She feared that even breathing wrong would make whoever this was send her to her death. As the figure walked into the light Narcissa gasped.
"You!" Narcissa said shocked. Staring at the woman standing in front of her looking more scared than she ever had in her life, and that was including any time the Dark Lord was around.
"Hello Narcissa." Smirked Hermione.