All I ever had in life was praise; "Oh, what a perfect family you have!" "I envy you life." "You're so perfect." ... And I knew I was, I take pride in myself and my family. I'm the prettiest of my sisters, of course, Andromeda is no longer my sister- filthy muggle lover- and Azkaban has taken its toll on dear Bella. Mother loved me best, I know so. I have- no. Forget it- I had the perfect man in my perfect life. Our wedding day was spectacular, talk of the wizarding world for months! I looked so beautiful then. Soon after, our son came as a blessing to us, we were the perfect family. Everyone knew it.
So, why then, am I kneeling on a filthy carpet, my tears rolling down my face as I clutch at the air in front of me? My perfect life feels like a distant dream and I have awoken to the nightmare that is this cold reality. My Draco... He's just a boy. But nothing I can say will change matters. How could I let this happen? Have I failed as a mother? What kind of mother lets her son (her only son) walk into his death? Next to me I can feel the presence of my sister, Bellatrix, looming over me and stating how it's an 'honour' and that i should be 'proud'. "If I had sons I would offer them to the Dark Lord" she says "you should be honoured, Cissy, as should Draco" she goes on, yet she knows not the love a mother has.
I do, I know love. Although, it seems as if love stands for nothing now. Love used to be able to protect my family, my perfect family. Is my family no longer perfect? No. I suppose not, or is it? I don't know. The perfection of knowledge and the knowledge of perfection has slipped from my life. Much like my husband has, he's slipping away to Azkaban; my son, his life is slipping dangerously to it's premature end; my sister, well, she has slipped and continues to fall further, nothing can help her- she's beyond lost. Myself? Yes, Narcissa, think about yourself. Me. Just me. But what am I if I'm not perfect? Nothing. That's all I know.