Chapter One- Returned
Narcissa was pacing Malfoy Manor for the millionth time in the couple of weeks since Dumbledore had been murdered. Draco was still missing, as well as Bella and Snape. Narcissa truly didn't care whether Bella and Severus were safe. All she cared about was her son.
And her daughter, but that was another story. Carina wasn't dead, but she was in danger. She was going to die soon if she wasn't careful. What troubled Narcissa was that she knew Carina wasn't going to be careful. She was reckless. She had emotional scars. She hung around that Mudblood. Everything fit right in, and yet something wasn't right. Some piece of the puzzle hadn't fit, and Narcissa knew it was important.
She crossed the room yet again, still lost in thought. Draco-where could he be? Narcissa missed him dearly, and hoped the Dark Lord hadn't killed him. Narcissa vaguely remembered reading a letter from Andromeda, whom Carina was staying with. It was hard to believe they had spoken again. It was harder to believe that Carina had indeed already met her. Then again, Carina had contact with people Narcissa had only heard of in passing conversations with Lucius.
Lucius. Her feelings about him right now were mixed. She was angry with him for not being more careful then, but at the same time, Narcissa knew that anything anyone had done differently would not have had different results. She missed him, and was upset at never seeing Lucius again.
Narcissa sat down to read the letter from Andy again. A tear dropped from her face, smearing the signature. Whether it was from joy that Carina was safe, or crushing sadness, she couldn't tell. Maybe both.
The door swung open. Several masked people walked in. Narcissa quickly burned the letter as the people took off the masks. Narcissa quickly recognised Greyback, Bella, and Dolohov. "Dolohov!" She thought. He was supposed to be in Azkaban. Maybe, just maybe, Lucius would be out as well.
Like an answered prayer, the last two people who come through the door are pale blondes named Draco and Lucius. Narcissa ran over to them, and threw her arms around Draco. "You're alive!" She exclaimed in disbelief, releasing Draco, and pulling Lucius into her arms. He looked tired and worn, but Narcissa didn't care. He was alive, he was out of Azkaban. Narcissa refrained from using the term "safe." It just wasn't ever true.
"I missed you." Narcissa whispered softly. Before Lucius could answer, another man walked through the door. He was truly terrifying, with no nose. And he was angry. Very angry. With who, well, chances were the Malfoys, and this terrified Narcissa even further.
No sooner had the Dark Lord walked into the manor then screams reverberated throughout the room. Draco's screams of pain. Narcissa's heart wretched, knowing she could do nothing. "Don't kill him." She whispered weakly into Lucius's hair.