Narcissa woke to the sensation she swore she would never feel again as long as she lived. Well, in essence her pain was given to her by an asshole werewolf, and not her husband, but her husband ordered this … hit. She sat up and grunted as her ribs and abdominal flesh pulled. Lucius never beat her this badly, and was unsure of how much the potions would help the tearing of the wounds caused by werewolf claws. She went through her mind about the magical properties of werewolf claws, if there were any and she felt her head ache and her vision swim. She went to stand slowly and kept her hand on the bed. She had her feet under her… good. She took one step, one tiny step toward the bathroom, teetered then SLAM!
Narcissa woke once more to the throbbing of both new and old aches and pains. This time there was a worried little house elf, and a concerned Head of Magical Law Enforcement hovering over her. She blinked, and when she tried to move, Amelia softly pushed her back down to the floor where she found her.
"I am not done running a diagnostic," she explained softly, Narcissa looked at the house elf who cringed, "He came to me and told me you fell. He is a smart elf, Narcissa. He didn't want to move you because he didn't know what injuries you caused yourself," Amelia said as she looked over the magical heath data that hovered over Narcissa. Narcissa looked through the image, and read the information and sighed. She just gave herself a concussion, pulled at lacerations on her abdomen, and broke her wrist when she hit the floor. She felt the air in her lungs and the pain it took to fill them. She let a tear fall from her icy blue eyes as she felt so helpless. She vowed she would never, ever feel this way again. She hated herself even more since she was to meet her son and his friend in Hogsmeade in 1 weeks' time. She didn't even know if she could heal herself in that time frame. The potion worked wonders but this would be a true test.
Amelia cast a feather light spell on Narcissa and took her to the bathroom to get her cleaned up. Narcissa blushed as Amelia helped her with her bottoms, and placed her on the loo. She couldn't bend over due to the pain, and when Amelia came back and helped the beat up woman with her panties she conjured a pair of sleep pants, and a clean shirt. Amelia propped the woman up against the sink and she knelt before her. Dobby popped back to Amelia with bandages, potions, and antiseptic.
Narcissa swallowed as Amelia's cold fingers went to her bandaged side and she almost feinted when the Auror pulled the bandages off of the woman.
"Damn. Narcissa, you should go to St. Mungos," Amelia said as she cleaned the wound with murtlap and water. Narcissa shook her head as she bit back tears at the pain in her side.
"Milly, please hand me that potion, the gold one," Narcissa whispered between gasps. Amelia handed her the small bottle, and Narcissa threw the draught back and in a matter of seconds Narcissa felt calmer, but the pain remained. She let the tears fall as Amelia watched the flesh before her slowly reseal before her very eyes. Narcissa waited a few more moments with her eyes closed. When her eyes shot open it wasn't due to pain. It was an entirely different sensation all together. When she opened her eyes and looked down to Amelia she left another round a fears fall. Kindness. It was something she had not physically felt in almost 14 years. Since… Since… Narcissa cupped Amelia's cheek as the woman kissed her ribs ever so softly and then slowly wrapped her arms around the stiff woman with her strawberry blonde head of hair resting on her stomach well away from the wounds. Narcissa shook her hands out. They were trembling. When she finally got her hands under control she let them fall onto Amelia's shoulders. It was her only way of holding the woman.
"I almost lost you Cissa," Amelia muttered against Narcissa's abdomen. Narcissa nodded. It was true. She could have very well died last night but she didn't. She would not. Narcissa couldn't stand any longer and pulled Amelia up to her. Narcissa slowly slid her arms over Amelia's neck and with her light blue eyes asked a question she would never ask another person. Please help me, her eyes said and Amelia knew without words that Narcissa needed her to take her to the bed. She settled Narcissa against her frame. She wasn't a strong woman by any means. She was smart. That's what made her a great Auror. With the feather weight Narcissa felt as light as a newborn babe. When she deposited the woman on her bed and pulled the covers to her hips, she walked around the bed. She was happy Dobby took her cloak, and traveling robes. Now Amelia Bones lay on a soft bed, pillowed by navy blue bedding and watched the one woman she knew she could never love, but could find herself loving if given the chance. Narcissa breathed shallowly but steadily. Narcissa reached out a hand and Amelia grasped it tenderly mindful of her aches and pains.
"Milly, I need a favor," Narcissa whispered staring at her ceiling clenching Amelia's hand. Amelia nodded motioning for the blonde haired witch to continue. Narcissa took a deep breath.
"When I recover, will you please train me to fight?" Narcissa breathed the request into the air above the bed. Narcissa clenched her eyes closed afraid to see the look on Amelia's features. She felt the woman shift and then sit up in the bed.
"You seem to be able to take care of yourself, dear. Why would you want to have Auror combat training?" Amelia asked as she rubbed circles in Narcissa's palm. Narcissa turned her head and saw Amelia's face. There was no disgust, not judgment, just confusion, and curiosity.
"Evidently I cannot protect myself enough," Narcissa sniped at the woman in her bed soothing her wounds. Amelia snorted, it was a rather undignified sound, but Narcissa found she needed to tell the woman what she knew.
"Milly, there is a war brewing. Surely you have felt that, noticed dark wizards, and witches moving, plotting?" Narcissa asked then Amelia nodded with a frown on her face, "My attack is just the beginning, soon it will be my son, his friends, my friends, and soon, mark my words there will be a full scale war that could rock the foundation of wizarding society, and I want to be able to protect the people I love."
Narcissa breathed and closed her eyes as she felt that was the closest to the truth she had ever come to telling a person in her present. She opened her eyes and felt lips. Soft lips, softly place a gentle kiss up on her mouth. She opened her eyes and regarded Amelia. Yes, there was lust, a wanton little animal hidden just below the surface of Amelia's gaze, but she felt loved in that moment.
"You are the strongest woman I know, Narcissa. I believe you when you say that things will get bad, and very soon. I want to know is does this have anything to do with that Granger girl?" Amelia was no fool, and certainly not an idiot. Narcissa squared her look at Amelia's gaze.
"For my son, for Hermione, for everyone I know and care about that could be affected, Milly," Narcissa thought for a moments, "Even you." Narcissa watched as Amelia claimed Narcissa's lips in another soft kiss and then nodded.
"I noticed you dint answer my question love but I will train you, and I will not be easy on you. Expect it to be long, hard, and rigorous," Amelia smiled down at the innuendo. Narcissa smiled as far as she could.
"You do realize I am letting you take advantage of me in this state because I need you, your help, and I can't really move, right?" Narcissa smiled as Amelia laughed.
"Of course, but it was the only way I could think of to have you in bed, and claim your lips for myself," The auror laughed. Narcissa laughed as much as she could. Amelia saw the sleepiness take hold over her friend and once asleep she went to the desk to write her friends a note.
Narcissa,
However much I would love to take your lips again I find I am lost and unable to try in your state of distress. I will be back this evening, and will check on you over the next few days. I need to prepare a place to train you and then we will begin when you are able. Please make Dobby help you.
Always,
Milly