[Author's note – I wrote this a billion years ago, and it's still a work in progress – so forgive my amateur style. :3 Oh, and be prepared for an angsty reunion between Narcissa and Bella.]
The Malfoy residence was cold and forbidding. Even as a witch, with a Death Eater's name and the respect that money grants you in certain communities, Narcissa still feared that which lurked in the shadows. She could not turn her back to an open doorway or window, nor could she look into the darkness outside without a feeling of panic. But this night she was more unsettled than ever. For this was the night news of a 'mass breakout' in Azkaban reached the ears of the general wizarding public. The night in which hordes of Aurors had broken their way into Narcissa's home, desperately searching for her sister; the most feared of escapees. This was the night in which the calm, indigo sky was replaced by the jagged shadows of the Azkaban guards. Indeed, the dementors had sucked the very sun out of the sky and spat out a dark cloud.
The Aurors' intrusion had taken the entire manor by surprise. They had simply burst through the doors, tipped over tables, ripped paintings from walls, pulled-up rugs and floorboards; leaving absolutely nothing unturned – for they simply couldn't risk it. But nothing was found. Nothing. The the Malfoys were suddenly thankful that Lucius had taken all his 'questionable items' to a secure place for storage – far away from the manor. Since the incident at the graveyard, hesimply couldn't risk it.
Eventually, the uproar had given way to an uncomfortable silence; and the Aurors retreated to the Manor grounds, searching the foliage and making sure no being could enter without their knowing. Or leave, for that matter...
Mrs Malfoy had taken to the warmth of the drawing room by this point. Where she was pouring drinks for herself and her companion. Although it was far passed midnight, her mind wouldn't let her sleep. Or rather Bellatrixwould not let her sleep.
Bellatrix Black, stealer of sleep…
When they were girls, Bellatrix had disturbed Narcissa's dreams. Climbing into her bed, claiming she was 'cold' and stealing the warmth from Narcissa's body. The blonde witch had always had a suspicion that Bella hated the dark, just as much as she did. Hated the doubt which accompanied it. Hated the way it left you stranded with your thoughts. Even when Narcissa lived seperately to Bellatrix, her sleep was still distorted by the image of those steely black eyes. The same eyes that enchanted her as a child, the eyes that haunted her now. Narcissa would wake up in a cold sweat, half-conciously kicking the figure which lay next to her. Who was either non-existent, or her disgruntled husband.
However, when Bellatrix was sentanced to Azkaban, these dreams quelled themselves. And Narcissa had the first goodnight's sleep in a long, long time. For years she seemed to sleep deeply. Until a few nights ago - her kicking had awoken her husband for the first time in fifteen years. Narcissa knew that Bellatrix had set herself loose long before the Aurors did. She didn't know how she knew, she just…knew. She also knew that Bellatrix would seek her out, and sooner or later she would have to look into those eyes again.