A/N: I don't own anything. Everything belongs to J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury. No profit is made.
Prologue
Narcissa Malfoy was walking down the hall of Malfoy Manor. Her husband were still on a business trip. She really missed him and was extremely bored. She rounded a corner of the hall and went in to one of the guest rooms. She had thought about this for weeks. She needed to do something, and it was finally time. Her best friend had told her to read it after 17 year. She opened the closet door and took out the box. Inside there was a letter with Narcissa's name on and a key. She opened it and started to read. While she read she got more and more sad. Tears starting flowing down her cheeks when she was finished she was burning with rage. How could someone do something like that. She took out the key and looked at its keychange.
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