about.
full name: narcissa black malfoy
gender & pronouns: cisfemale; she/her
age: 26
birthday: may 28
sign: gemini
blood type: pure
hogwarts house: slytherin
relationship status: married to lucius malfoy
children: draco & seraphina
occupation: n/a
wand: vine wood with a dragon heartstring core, 10.25 inches, rigid flexibility
patronus: bay mare
personality traits:
(+) pragmatic
(+) intelligent
(+) observant
(-) manipulative
(-) dependent
(-) impatient
PINTEREST.
full bio under cut.
Growing up: Being the baby of the Black girls, Narcissa was showered with more love than her two older sisters as their parents knew this would be their last child. She was born a reflection of Druella, the only physical resemblance to her father being the color of her eyes. Her mother wanted nothing more than to dress her youngest in satin and chiffon dresses of pink paired with perfect ringlets of blonde hair – however, that was far from what Narcissa yearned for. She wanted to play outside with her cousins, Sirius and Regulus, wear ponytails, outfits she could get dirty in. It was far from how a female member of the Black family should act and it was often that Narcissa was in trouble due to her attitude and rebellions towards her mother. Her father wasn’t as proper as her mother in that regard, not particularly caring how his daughter dressed at such a young age when in the confines of their home, as long as she acted like a Black when in public, at parties, soirees, etc. Around the age of five is when the youngest Black began to notice the colors – gazing upon her mother, she could see a black silouhette, an aura ebbing around the matriarch. Turning her head towards her father, a calming gray – bellatrix, a shade of red and andromeda, a lovely green. Since she was still young, there wasn’t a way for her to make sense of what she seeing in front of her. She kept it to herself, only feeling safe enough to allow Bellatrix in on her secret after some time when the thoughts started to give her ear splitting headaches. As the years began to pass, Narcissa slowly conformed to the image she could clearly see in Druella’s mind – she was her mother’s crown jewel, the one she longed to put forth in society as the face of the Black daughter’s. The young girl gave in, no longer having the energy to go against Druella’s wishes. There were times when she felt the smile upon her features was painted, similar to the many dolls that inhabited her bedroom, gazing at her with their open eyes as she cried in the darkness onto the soft pillows of her four poster bed. Narcissa felt torn between two versions of herself before the age of 11, but she couldn’t go against her mother. Narcissa was a Black and all she could hear was her mother’s stern voice reiterating she had a responsibility being born in this family. The day she accepted this obligation, Narcissa stared into the mirror of her bathroom after another party at their manor, streaks of mascara running down those rosy cheeks, fists clenched tightly, porcelain white. She stepped into the spotlight she was born into. Narcissa was quite fond of her sisters, but her attitude towards the both of them changed. Her mannerisms began to mimic Druella’s, becoming her mother’s daughter. She loved them dearly, of course, but Bellatrix and Andromeda were different. They didn’t crave the attention that Narcissa was growing accustomed to, realizing that she enjoyed capturing others interest. The changes between the three sisters continued to grow, but Narcissa found herself growing closer to Bellatrix than Andromeda. It was as though the three started upon the same path but at some point, they diverged completely, going their separate ways. With her two older sisters at Hogwarts and Narcissa left alone at home for most of the year by herself, it was clear to see the influence their mother had on Narcissa, it was easy for the other two Black sisters to view the changes in their little sister. Narcissa beamed with pride when the sorting hat announced to the Great Hall where she would go for the remainder of her days at the school. She joined her sisters at the table, along with the family members who came before her. Druella gave her youngest daughter clear instructions on how she was to conduct herself during her years at school, how she was to keep her image untarnished and not cause any trouble like her eldest but also not be a wallflower similar to Andromeda. People wondered, who would the youngest take after more? Would she be domineering like Bellatrix or follow Andromeda into the background, maintain a quiet persona? At Hogwarts, Narcissa began slipping into the skin of the woman she would become. She was embarrassed by most of her family. Embarrassed by the brute force of Bellatrix, the indecisive nature of Andromeda, the betrayal of Sirius. The only thing she could think to do was to correct the mistakes of her family in her own way. Narcissa wasn’t quite as intimidating as Bellatrix, but the girl had a bossy streak about her. It wasn’t long before Narcissa skyrocketed to popularity within the Slytherin house, boys falling at her feet easily. It wasn’t difficult for the blonde beauty to gather their attention. In the midst of her third year is when she caught the attention of Lucius Malfoy, someone her mother once mentioned would be a good match for the Black family. The pair became friends, entangled in one another and not seen without the other that it wasn’t a shock to anyone when they began dating. Narcissa felt as though Lucius saw her for who she was deep down, not just the beautiful and charming Narcissa everyone else knew quite well. Spending most of her time with Lucius and the group of friends she had at her behest, her grades weren’t amazing, the girl absolutely horrid at History of Magic, but she was using her power in ways that most wouldn’t approve of. The headaches were gone. The auras were still there. However, she could look at someone and collect their current thoughts but it wasn’t as though she could shut it off. There were many times she would glance someones way whom she couldn’t care less about and immediately gather their thoughts, delving further if she so wished. It took years and time for her to be able to control what she heard, but she still struggled even when she left Hogwarts. During the war: With no plans to join the Ministry of Magic or any other career branch by any means, Lucius and Narcissa were married rather quickly after she left Hogwarts. The ordeal wasn’t a wedding. It was a show, put on by his mother and hers, but she soaked in all of the attention of the day - barely able to believe that Lucius was hers for the remainder of their days. Her love for him was everlong and there wasn’t anyone else, nor would there ever be. Narcissa fell pregnant less than a year later, the pregnancy ending in tragedy as she went into pre-term labor, giving birth to a daughter that would only live for 32 minutes. It nearly broke Narcissa, not leaving Malfoy Manor for months afterwards and she didn’t care if Lucius left her. What she wanted, she couldn’t have. However, Lucius was by her side as often as he could be as his job had demands he couldn’t say no to. Narcissa managed to find some light in her life, picking up paintbrushes - showing what she believed their daughter would have looked like as a child if she had lived. Painting allowed Narcissa to work through the remainder of her grief, but she knew she would always have the feeling for the rest of her days. When the signs of the war first showed, Narcissa would do what she needed to support Lucius. As his wife, she had a responsibility - just like her mother taught her. However, she had told Lucius outright she would not be branded with the Dark Mark as he was, but that she would remain by his side. Narcissa saw no reason for herself to get involved in the midst of what The Dark Lord was aiming to do. Aside from Bellatrix, Lucius was the only one who knew about her power. She had trusted him over anybody else. When he and The Dark Lord came to her one night, she was shocked at the request that left The Dark Lord’s mouth. The look she gave Lucius was one filled with a mixture of hurt, anguish, surprise. Narcissa couldn’t say no. How could she? Lucius was her husband and The Dark Lord’s power that he wielded was more than she could ever hope to achieve. This was how Narcissa found herself aiding the Death Eaters, still not one herself - she delved into the minds of those they requested information from, knowing it was easier for her than it would be for anyone else who wasn’t a natural Legilimens. Her heart was conflicted, but she’d given it to Lucius and she trusted him wholeheartedly. He would take care of her and the two babies she was carrying. He wouldn’t allow anything to happen to the three of them. Narcissa would also never know if Bellatrix had been the one to say something to The Dark Lord and not Lucius, like she believed. When she caught Andromeda and Ted Tonks locked in a kiss, Narcissa hesitated at first to let anyone in on what she saw. As much as she hated the sight of seeing her sister in the arms of a muggleborn, was it her business? She’d immediately gone to Lucius who persuaded her to spread the word to her family members of what she saw and into the pits of hell Andromeda fell, all due to Narcissa. She convinced herself she’d done the right thing, following in the footsteps of her family and turning her back on Andromeda. The day Albus Dumbledore killed The Dark Lord was one that Narcissa would never forget. Lucius’ sheer panic and the scrambling of the Death Eaters, many roaming their home as the manor was a main meeting point for the Death Eaters. Narcissa cared about keeping her son and daughter safe out of all things. Narcissa knew Lucius could take care of himself. When it was announced that he no longer would be the head liaison for the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the Malfoy family were swimming in a sea of embarrassment but as time went on, Narcissa and Lucius knew this wasn’t the sort of wizarding world they wanted to live in - one where Albus Dumbledore called all of the shots. The present: Narcissa has no trust in Dumbledore. During the time in which she aided her husband and his friends, she was never able to get a glimpse into Dumbledore’s mind when asked. It was heavily guarded and Narcissa wasn’t an idiot. He was a great wizard and she’d even heard Lucius say so several times. She watches from afar as to the changes the man has been making, ideas and opinions brewing her mind, yet she keeps them to herself. The Malfoy’s have gone about their life in Malfoy Manor, not as active in public as the family once was. The few times she goes into public, Narcissa sees the stares and looks she gets and finds herself snapping at them to mind their own business. Her sister was caught and her husband kicked off his pedestal. With her natural power of Legilimency, she wondered if there was a way for her to help her husband and others they considered friends and family, work them back into positions of power – usurp Albus Dumbledore from the throne he seemed to be building. The war had helped Narcissa think less about Andromeda’s betrayal of the Black family, joining Sirius in being burned off the family tree - now that everything was different, she started to wonder. The sister she’d been closest to was now behind bars due to the awful atrocities she’d committed. The sister that had been cut away from their family was her only choice now. As much as Narcissa believed in keeping their lineage pure and not mixing with lesser, how much better they were than others who didn’t have the ruby red blood of purity running through their veins, Narcissa also believed that Andromeda wasn’t as abhorrent as the family made her out to be. Simply, Narcissa missed her sister and wanted someone she could confide in more than anything else, wanted her children to know their aunt and cousin. Could Narcissa learn to deal with the man her sister loved? Would her apology for what she had done to them be accepted? As often as she brainstormed about what she might say, Narcissa has yet to reach out to Andromeda – Narcissa yearns to talk with someone she could possibly trust about the changes she sees in Lucius since everything has happened and possibly have her family be together once again. Narcissa knows that is she reaches out to her sister’s family, she could be labeled as a blood traitor herself – and that’s the only thing that is currently stopping her from doing so. Being the baby of the Black girls, Narcissa was showered with more love than her two older sisters as their parents knew this would be their last child. She was born a reflection of Druella, the only physical resemblance to her father being the color of her eyes. Her mother wanted nothing more than to dress her youngest in satin and chiffon dresses of pink paired with perfect ringlets of blonde hair – however, that was far from what Narcissa yearned for. She wanted to play outside with her cousins, Sirius and Regulus, wear ponytails, outfits she could get dirty in. It was far from how a female member of the Black family should act and it was often that Narcissa was in trouble due to her attitude and rebellions towards her mother. Her father wasn’t as proper as her mother in that regard, not particularly caring how his daughter dressed at such a young age when in the confines of their home, as long as she acted like a Black when in public, at parties, soirees, etc. Around the age of five is when the youngest Black began to notice the colors – gazing upon her mother, she could see a black silouhette, an aura ebbing around the matriarch. Turning her head towards her father, a calming gray – bellatrix, a shade of red and andromeda, a lovely green. Since she was still young, there wasn’t a way for her to make sense of what she seeing in front of her. She kept it to herself, only feeling safe enough to allow Bellatrix in on her secret after some time when the thoughts started to give her ear splitting headaches.
As the years began to pass, Narcissa slowly conformed to the image she could clearly see in Druella’s mind – she was her mother’s crown jewel, the one she longed to put forth in society as the face of the Black daughter’s. The young girl gave in, no longer having the energy to go against Druella’s wishes. There were times when she felt the smile upon her features was painted, similar to the many dolls that inhabited her bedroom, gazing at her with their open eyes as she cried in the darkness onto the soft pillows of her four poster bed. Narcissa felt torn between two versions of herself before the age of 11, but she couldn’t go against her mother. Narcissa was a Black and all she could hear was her mother’s stern voice reiterating she had a responsibility being born in this family. The day she accepted this obligation, Narcissa stared into the mirror of her bathroom after another party at their manor, streaks of mascara running down those rosy cheeks, fists clenched tightly, porcelain white. She stepped into the spotlight she was born into.
Narcissa was quite fond of her sisters, but her attitude towards the both of them changed. Her mannerisms began to mimic Druella’s, becoming her mother’s daughter. She loved them dearly, of course, but Bellatrix and Andromeda were different. They didn’t crave the attention that Narcissa was growing accustomed to, realizing that she enjoyed capturing others interest. The changes between the three sisters continued to grow, but Narcissa found herself growing closer to Bellatrix than Andromeda. It was as though the three started upon the same path but at some point, they diverged completely, going their separate ways. With her two older sisters at Hogwarts and Narcissa left alone at home for most of the year by herself, it was clear to see the influence their mother had on Narcissa, it was easy for the other two Black sisters to view the changes in their little sister.
Narcissa beamed with pride when the sorting hat announced to the Great Hall where she would go for the remainder of her days at the school. She joined her sisters at the table, along with the family members who came before her. Druella gave her youngest daughter clear instructions on how she was to conduct herself during her years at school, how she was to keep her image untarnished and not cause any trouble like her eldest but also not be a wallflower similar to Andromeda. People wondered, who would the youngest take after more? Would she be domineering like Bellatrix or follow Andromeda into the background, maintain a quiet persona? At Hogwarts, Narcissa began slipping into the skin of the woman she would become. She was embarrassed by most of her family. Embarrassed by the brute force of Bellatrix, the indecisive nature of Andromeda, the betrayal of Sirius. The only thing she could think to do was to correct the mistakes of her family in her own way. Narcissa wasn’t quite as intimidating as Bellatrix, but the girl had a bossy streak about her. It wasn’t long before Narcissa skyrocketed to popularity within the Slytherin house, boys falling at her feet easily. It wasn’t difficult for the blonde beauty to gather their attention. In the midst of her third year is when she caught the attention of Lucius Malfoy, someone her mother once mentioned would be a good match for the Black family. The pair became friends, entangled in one another and not seen without the other that it wasn’t a shock to anyone when they began dating. Narcissa felt as though Lucius saw her for who she was deep down, not just the beautiful and charming Narcissa everyone else knew quite well. Spending most of her time with Lucius and the group of friends she had at her behest, her grades weren’t amazing, the girl absolutely horrid at History of Magic, but she was using her power in ways that most wouldn’t approve of. The headaches were gone. The auras were still there. However, she could look at someone and collect their current thoughts but it wasn’t as though she could shut it off. There were many times she would glance someones way whom she couldn’t care less about and immediately gather their thoughts, delving further if she so wished. It took years and time for her to be able to control what she heard, but she still struggled even when she left Hogwarts.
During the war: With no plans to join the Ministry of Magic or any other career branch by any means, Lucius and Narcissa were married rather quickly after she left Hogwarts. The ordeal wasn’t a wedding. It was a show, put on by his mother and hers, but she soaked in all of the attention of the day - barely able to believe that Lucius was hers for the remainder of their days. Her love for him was everlong and there wasn’t anyone else, nor would there ever be. Narcissa fell pregnant less than a year later, the pregnancy ending in tragedy as she went into pre-term labor, giving birth to a daughter that would only live for 32 minutes. It nearly broke Narcissa, not leaving Malfoy Manor for months afterwards and she didn’t care if Lucius left her. What she wanted, she couldn’t have. However, Lucius was by her side as often as he could be as his job had demands he couldn’t say no to.
Narcissa managed to find some light in her life, picking up paintbrushes - showing what she believed their daughter would have looked like as a child if she had lived. Painting allowed Narcissa to work through the remainder of her grief, but she knew she would always have the feeling for the rest of her days. When the signs of the war first showed, Narcissa would do what she needed to support Lucius. As his wife, she had a responsibility - just like her mother taught her. However, she had told Lucius outright she would not be branded with the Dark Mark as he was, but that she would remain by his side. Narcissa saw no reason for herself to get involved in the midst of what The Dark Lord was aiming to do. Aside from Bellatrix, Lucius was the only one who knew about her power. She had trusted him over anybody else. When he and The Dark Lord came to her one night, she was shocked at the request that left The Dark Lord’s mouth. The look she gave Lucius was one filled with a mixture of hurt, anguish, surprise. Narcissa couldn’t say no. How could she? Lucius was her husband and The Dark Lord’s power that he wielded was more than she could ever hope to achieve. This was how Narcissa found herself aiding the Death Eaters, still not one herself - she delved into the minds of those they requested information from, knowing it was easier for her than it would be for anyone else who wasn’t a natural Legilimens. Her heart was conflicted, but she’d given it to Lucius and she trusted him wholeheartedly. He would take care of her and the two babies she was carrying. He wouldn’t allow anything to happen to the three of them. Narcissa would also never know if Bellatrix had been the one to say something to The Dark Lord and not Lucius, like she believed.
When she caught Andromeda and Ted Tonks locked in a kiss, Narcissa hesitated at first to let anyone in on what she saw. As much as she hated the sight of seeing her sister in the arms of a muggleborn, was it her business? She’d immediately gone to Lucius who persuaded her to spread the word to her family members of what she saw and into the pits of hell Andromeda fell, all due to Narcissa. She convinced herself she’d done the right thing, following in the footsteps of her family and turning her back on Andromeda.
The day Albus Dumbledore killed The Dark Lord was one that Narcissa would never forget. Lucius’ sheer panic and the scrambling of the Death Eaters, many roaming their home as the manor was a main meeting point for the Death Eaters. Narcissa cared about keeping her son and daughter safe out of all things. Narcissa knew Lucius could take care of himself. When it was announced that he no longer would be the head liaison for the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the Malfoy family were swimming in a sea of embarrassment but as time went on, Narcissa and Lucius knew this wasn’t the sort of wizarding world they wanted to live in - one where Albus Dumbledore called all of the shots.
The present: Narcissa has no trust in Dumbledore. During the time in which she aided her husband and his friends, she was never able to get a glimpse into Dumbledore’s mind when asked. It was heavily guarded and Narcissa wasn’t an idiot. He was a great wizard and she’d even heard Lucius say so several times. She watches from afar as to the changes the man has been making, ideas and opinions brewing her mind, yet she keeps them to herself. The Malfoy’s have gone about their life in Malfoy Manor, not as active in public as the family once was. The few times she goes into public, Narcissa sees the stares and looks she gets and finds herself snapping at them to mind their own business. Her sister was caught and her husband kicked off his pedestal. With her natural power of Legilimency, she wondered if there was a way for her to help her husband and others they considered friends and family, work them back into positions of power – usurp Albus Dumbledore from the throne he seemed to be building.
The war had helped Narcissa think less about Andromeda’s betrayal of the Black family, joining Sirius in being burned off the family tree - now that everything was different, she started to wonder. The sister she’d been closest to was now behind bars due to the awful atrocities she’d committed. The sister that had been cut away from their family was her only choice now. As much as Narcissa believed in keeping their lineage pure and not mixing with lesser, how much better they were than others who didn’t have the ruby red blood of purity running through their veins, Narcissa also believed that Andromeda wasn’t as abhorrent as the family made her out to be. Simply, Narcissa missed her sister and wanted someone she could confide in more than anything else, wanted her children to know their aunt and cousin. Could Narcissa learn to deal with the man her sister loved? Would her apology for what she had done to them be accepted? As often as she brainstormed about what she might say, Narcissa has yet to reach out to Andromeda – Narcissa yearns to talk with someone she could possibly trust about the changes she sees in Lucius since everything has happened and possibly have her family be together once again. Narcissa knows that is she reaches out to her sister’s family, she could be labeled as a blood traitor herself – and that’s the only thing that is currently stopping her from doing so.
