Author's note: Drabble of Narcissa set directly after the war, as she kneels next to Bellatrix's body. The drabble is EXACTLY 100 words, no matter what the word count says (because it's including everything in addition to the drabble).
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What They Don't Tell You
[A drabble by Mesteria]
They don't tell you what you're supposed to feel when your sister dies.
They don't tell you how you're supposed to react to the death of the woman who tormented your son's mind.
And they sure as hell don't tell you that it's crazy – you're crazy – if you cry over her dead body, staring into black eyes that will never shine again.
That empty, hollow hole that nestles in your heart, making it hard to breathe; they don't tell you this is what you might feel.
Is it because you're happy? Sad? Relieved? Mourning?
They don't tell you that either.