Narcissa fixes her coat. She must look beautiful even if she is going
to a foul place. She is Lucius Malfoy's wife after all. "Ready dear?"
her husband asks. She nods. They floo their way in the ministry and
request an auror to accompany them to Azkaban. The welcomewitch calls
for two aurors instead. Two wizards appear in front of them. The elder
wizard curls his lip upon hearing the name Malfoy. Lucius tightens his
grip on his wand. Narcissa and Lucius are secorted into a carriage and
enter the wizard prison. Lucius feels his muscles tighten. "This
could've happened to you," Cissy mumbles. Lucius ignores her comment
and pecks her cheek. Narcissa feels the presence Of dementorsthough
she hasn't seen One yet. Her husband asks to stay at the entrance and
Narcissa Obliges. One wizard stays with her husband and they engage in
a heated conversation. Narcissa looks for her sister but the auror
tells her that her sister is a high- security prisoner. They go higher
and higher until they reach the area of the high prisoners. At once,
mad shrieking and hoarse laughter could be heard. Cissy knew whose
voice it was. Dementors lurked in every free space there was. The
auror's patronus becomes stronger. Narcissa passes by the cells of her
acquaintances and friends. She sees her friend Rabastan almost
unrecognizable but it has only been weeks. Avery, Nott, Wilkes. What
would happen to her if she married them. Narcissa shivers. The
Patronus of the auror is not enough, she casts her own. Narcissa
passes by Rodolphus her brother in law and knows she is near.
Rodolphus stares at her sad eyed and mumbles something under his
breath. He looks away. Narcissa sees her sister beside the cell of her
husband. They couldn't talk. They couldn't see each other. All they
could see were dementors. "Are you confident to go inside?" the auror
asks. "how could I not? She is my sister after all." she retorts.
"Careful madam. Azkaban changes the way they think, act and see
things." the wizard opens one of the locks in her sister's cell and
casts a spell upon her. Narcissa enters despite the fact that there
were still a dozen locks on her sister's cell. A dozen different
strange locks. She sees her sister. Her hair has changed. Her eyes
have bags and her cheeks lost color. She seems to have grown thinner
and at the sight of her dear sister, she stopped her mad, raucous
laughter. "Cissy," she breathes. Narcissa can't speak. If she does,
she will lose her perfect composture and her elegance as a Malfoy. The
Black name has gone to shame, where was the pride of being a Black?
Relief that their fathers and mothers have all gone and did not have
to witness these firsthand. She cannot hug her sister. There are locks
and chains. She cannot go very near. There is one dementor so close to
her sister. Narcissa looks away. She does not want to see her sister
this way. "Cissy!" she screams. "Look at me.!" and she laughs. "Where
is your husband Cissy? He is a fraud isn't he? Like I've been telling
you before." "Bella," she whispers. "Dont worry Cissy. The dark lord
will rise again! I'm sure of it. And when he does, I will be rewarded.
We will be. I'm sure of it." and she laughs. Then her face changes and
it becomes a grim one. "Of course Cissy. You don't need to visit. You
hear me?" she screams. "You still know me Bella? Who else do you
remember? What else?" "You, your fraud of a husband. The Longbottoms. Filthy mudbloods and their muggle friends. Everything. Don't think I'm mad Cissy because I'm not." and she
laughs some more. Narcissa turns around. If she stays a second longer,
she would get a breakdown. Narcissa turns back to her sister. Her
patronus is dying. "Goodbye Bella, I'll be back." Narcissa leaves and
wipes a tear from her eyes. She goes back down to the entrance and
firmly grips her husband's arm. They go back at the ministry. The
wizard questions them and inspects them further. When they let them
go, they apparate to the manor. Lucius attends to Draco and Narcissa leaves them in silence. She locks the door to their room. What has become of Bella? She could still hear the laughter of her sister.