My name is Narcissa
Narcissa Black-Malfoy is a character that we don’t see
much of…all we know is that she has an unpleasant expression and that she’s the
only family member that Kreacher still respects.
I see her as being quiet,
icy and “touch-me-not”, and I wonder what made her the way she is. Maybe she
was not “an evil one”, but just got lost in the grip of her blood…
Please take a look at AgiVega’s drawing “The Black
sisters”- I think she captures Narcissa especially very well.
Thank you Zsenya, for being so helpful. You’re always
the first one to see – and judge – my stories.
All characters mentioned belong to JKR.
My name is Narcissa. Narcissa Black.
I’m beautiful. Everyone says I’m beautiful. Except for
Sirius and his friends.
They don’t say anything. They don’t know that unruly red
curls and fiery green eyes can never be as elegant as golden-blonde and ice
That’s how Sirius describes my eyes. I hear him whispering
to his friends. He says they are pieces of ice. He sneers as he says it, but
doesn’t he realize that a true Black never shows his feelings? It makes you too
A Black is not vulnerable, not ever.
He doesn’t know that. His dark eyes glow and smolder and
sparkle and snap, and you can always tell what he is thinking, what he is
If you look at me, you think of snow and ice and purity.
But inside my heart is all Black. That’s what Sirius says. I
am proud of this, of living up to my ancestors, but he is contemptuous. He
wants nothing to do with me.
Sirius is my cousin. He is exactly my age. We used to play
together, but then he started acting different. I don’t understand him anymore.
Bella says he is not a true Black.
Bella is my sister. She’s as dark as I am white, but just
as beautiful. She is two years older than I am, and she is always right. Bella
always knows better than I do.
She hasn’t spoken to Sirius since he was Sorted into
I am a Slytherin.
A true Black is always Sorted into Slytherin House, Bella
My younger sister, Andromeda, is not in Slytherin either,
but Bella doesn’t mind, even though she is not very fond of Andromeda. Bella
says that Ravenclaw is a dignified House. Andromeda is pretty and friendly. I
don’t see her much, though. We don’t have the same friends. Andromeda is not a
disgrace to the House of Black.
Sirius is, though, Bella says. Sirius is a disgrace to his
blood. To OUR blood.
But…one doesn’t choose one’s house, does one? Sirius
couldn’t help being Sorted into Gryffindor.
But the Sorting Hat can see inside you. It knows what you
are truly like.
Sirius is brave and loyal and smart and impulsive…I wasn’t
surprised when he was Sorted. Not really. Gryffindor seems right for him. But
how can a Black be a Gryffindor? I don’t understand sometimes.
And Bella and I haven’t spoken to him since then.
Sirius and his friends say that I am cold, icy, that I have
no feelings. This is not true. Inside, I burn.
But a true Black does not show her feelings. That would make
us powerless in the hands of those we love.
…A Black does not show love, either. Nor hatred. No strong
emotions. A Black controls her feelings.
A Black is quiet but always in command – of herself and of
Sirius lets others see him laugh and cry. He lets others
see, and participate in, his joy, his pain, his fear.
But a true Black never asks for help. A true Black is not
Sirius has turned his back against his family, his blood.
My name is Narcissa, and I am a Black, and a Black does not
betray her heritage, no matter what.
But sometimes I look at Sirius and I wonder…what it would be
like…to feel alive.