Sight is essential, internally or externally it is essential, like the sight and sound of a birds wings beating in the breeze or a gulp of fresh air after having been under water to long it is necessary. I awoke to darkness and I am unsure of the circumstances which has brought me here. I am laying on the ground that I know for certain, it smells old and damp, decaying trees and dirt and something more ancient more magical. I try to remember but broken visions are scattered like sand in my mind and I don't dare open my eyes. I hear someone speaking and suddenly my vision clears, the horcrux is gone and all that is left is me. Silent footsteps are walking towards me and the smell of spring flowers invade my nose and I know by instinct it is a woman. I barely crack open an eye and the most brilliant shade of blue is staring at me. Mum...I want to reach out and pull her to me but something isn't right, mum has green eyes not blue.
"Is he still alive, Draco is he well?"
I takes me a moment to realize this is a mum,not my mum, but Draco's mum. Sadness creeps into my soul and I want to bury my head in her neck and weep but I can't or we will both die. I silently almost inperceptively nod my head and I feel her warm hand squeeze my shoulder, her hand retreats and instantly I miss her warmth; I am so cold. I hear her stand up and I hear another voice in the background, high pitched and cruel.
"Is he?" the other voice asks
I hear a spark intake of breath and a steely resolve, I think she is going to tell them no and then all hope would be lost.
"Dead," Narcissa says sharply and the high pitched laugh that can only be Voldemort pierces my brain. Odd I think, for the first time in 16 years I can not feel him.