Chapter 3
Guardian of the Night
(Agathos Daimon)
I am Agathos Daimon,
Guardian of the Night,
Trust in me my friend for I am
your comrade. I will protect you
with my last breath When all
others have left you And the
loneliness of the night closes
in, I will be at your side.
Do not chastise me unduly For
I am your right arm, The swordat your side. I attempt to doonly what you bid of me. I seek
only to protect you and remain
in your favor.
If we should meet again at
another time I will gladly take
up your fight, for I am theDragon of Hogwarts and the
Guardian of the Night.
[Tonks was grooving to The Verve's Bittersweet Symphony | 
~ poetic]
~Nymphadora~
"Sleep, dear tired soul,
Sleep all you might.
But keep your sword close
for you are still engulfed by the night.
Fools are those who trust light too much
for even the candle cant escape its shadow
The wise lips speak the truth, but alas, how incomplete
For no power exists without its opposite-
light with darkness, sword with blood, thirst with water
So beware of the lurking souls, few aware of their plight
Who trusted the promise too much and lost in the fight
So my child, sleep if u wish
Sleep all you might
But keep your sword close
For you are engulfed by the night."
As Narcissa looked at the piece of parchment with these words etched on them in the familiar long and curvy handwriting, she could not help but smile at the attempts of a twelve year old at trying to express herself. "How tactless with words could I possibly get" , she thought as she put the parchment back in her old trunk full of little things from her days at Hogwarts. She loved to open it once in a while and live her past, the days she never imagined would give way to this unexpected present. As the familiar tinge of pain rose in her chest, she closed the lid and pushed the trunk back under her old bed.
As she tried to push the thoughts out of her mind and wait till she could no longer hear the unwanted memories from her past stinging her ears like cold air , she looked around nd tried to calm herself. But it helped little. Everything around her was cold. one could smell the chill in the halls, like the walls were forbidden from breathing.
As she walked towards the door, the Malfoy mansion seemed to close in on her. Who wouldnt want to be her? Narcissa Malfoy. The envy of Hogwarts back then. Lucius' to be bride, about to inherit all the wealth, the history that accompanied the malfoys, a place in the malfoy family tree, the magnificient pureblood parties, the elegant robes, the silverware in the dining room, the antiques, the cold floors, large empty rooms and a regret all too big to fill them. Yeah, who wouldn't kill to be her.
Once again, she struggled to push the thoughts out of her head and remember the reason she had opened the trunk. It was the same reason as it had been for the past 19 years. She couldn't believe Lucius still hadn't caught her... but then, he was hardly ever at home or away from his 'friends' to notice. Anyway, it was her own bit of inventive magic that kept her belongings safe.
The words of her poem came back to her and she smiled at her own twelve year old self. As she thought back, she realized how right she was.. even as a little girl. The poem conveyed the balance of power in this universe. Good couldn't exist without evil.. it would crush the world. Light needed darkness to be appreciated is worth. Water needed thirst. Those who believed in an all good world were optimistic fools, incorrible romantics. Where there were protectors, there were the destroyers too.
With these abstract thoughts, Narcissa walked out of the room and with a wave of her wand, turned back to see it disappearing right before her eyes. Lucius would never know her secrets... as long as they were hidden safely right under Lucius' nose.. in his own mansion...in her own room of requirement.
[Cissy was listening to the walls speak to her | 
-- reminiscent]
~Narcissa~
~ poetic]
-- reminiscent]