Narcissa Black Malfoy has always been regarded as a woman to be respected. She was always seen as cold and someone who looked like she was sniffing dung whenever she was around people whoe were inferior. Her husband was a Death Eater, which she didn't mind too much, as long as he didn't get hurt. However, she was never one to fully support Voldemort. Did she believe in pure-blood traditions? Yes. But to kill someone over it, she didn't think it was right.

When the Dark Lord was supposedly destroyed, she was slightly relieved. Now she knew she could just Lucius to come home unharmed. He could at least be a father to Draco, their son, who was still just a toddler at the time. Twelve years later the Dark Lord returns...

Lucius was sleeping with his wife when he felt the mark burning on his left arm. It woke him up immediately, and he knew that he had to grab his robes and mask before it went full blown. Narcissa woke up just as he grabbed his mask. "Lucius?" she asked drowsily. "What is it?"

"He's back," Lucius said.

"Who?" she asked, not entirely sure she knew who he was talking about.

"The Dark Lord."

"Lucius, he was destroyed when he went to the Potter's place. You know that."

"Narcissa, he's back. How else do you explain the mark showing up again?" He rolled up his sleeve to show his wife.

Her eyes widened in alarm, remembering the last time he was involved with Voldemort. It had nearly cost him a trip to Azkaban. "Lucius... please, don't go back to him."

"I must, Narcissa, I'm sorry. If I don't he could kill you or Draco, if not both of you." He walked closer to the bed, and kissed her gently. "I don't want that to happen." As if on cue, the mark started to burn more forcefully, and he knew it was his time to go. He Disapparated leaving Narcissa alone.

Narcissa was now afraid. If the Dark Lord was back, he was more than likely going to send all his followers on a dangerous mission to prove themselves to him. That was what she was afraid of. There was also the fact that Lucius worked for the ministry; If they found out that Lucius was a Death Eater, then he would be sentenced to Azkaban. That was something that she couldn't bear to imagine, knowing the misery's that went on there. Her own sister was there because she was also a Death Eater, but she wasn't in a highly respected family, which had some influence on the Malfoy's. Not to mention the fact that Bellatrix was insane anyway.

Narcissa fell into a fitful sleep that night, until Lucius got home. She woke up when she heard the soft "pop" of her husband apparating. "Lucius?"

"Yes, Narcissa," he said climbing into the bed next to his wife. He wrapped his arm around her and she snuggled closer to her husband.

"He's back for real, isn't he?"

"Yes. He nearly killed the Potter boy tonight."

"What?" Narcissa asked looking up at her husband. "How? He's at Hogwarts."

"Someone infiltrated the school and turned the Triwizard cup into a port key."

Narcissa sighed, not wanting to know the full details. "So where does this put us?"

"I don't know, but he will contact us again soon." Lucius looked down at his wife, and hugged her reassuringly. "Everything's going to be alright. You shouldn't worry about a thing."

"I'm not so sure, about this, but I'll trust you. Just don't get Draco involved."

"I won't," he promised. Narcissa still had her worries though, but she kept quiet about them. The two fell asleep peacefully and stayed like that for the rest of the night.

Draco came home about a week later. "Is it true?" he asked his parents after they picked him up from the train station. "Is it true that the Dark Lord is back?"

Narcissa looked to her husband, indicating that he should be the one to tell Draco.

"Yes, Draco, it's true," Lucius replied. "It also means that I'm going to be busy for awhile until he is back at his full power."

Narcissa briefly looked at Lucius, but kept her thoughts to herself. She didn't want anyone to get hurt; let alone her family.