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Narcissa POV
Narcissa Malfoy was sitting in her families manor and looked out of the window. Ever since her husband and son had been shipped to Azkaban she had been alone. Her older sister was dead and her younger sister would not in a million years talk to her again, of that she was sure, she tried everything but Andromeda was inexorably. Her family was after all the reason that she lost her husband and daughter, and earlier in her life the whole of the family Black. Narcissa felt awfully sorry about not having even tried to mend fences with her earlier but she wasn't in the position to do anything. Her childhood had been composed of disciplinary lessons and lots of beatings by her mother and father alike. At that time Bellatrix took the brunt and tried to protect her baby sisters as much as possible and neither of them ever forgot about that. That might have also been a reason why she ever allowed Bellatrix to have the Dark Lord house with them as well as hold prisoners. If she hadn't been so much of a coward and would have stood up to her husband, she could have prevented a lot of hurt to a lot of people. But she had to behave the way she was brought up to act. She had an arranged marriage and had never been truly in love with Lucius but she had learnt to made do. Her ice queen persona helped her to achieve an aura about her that stopped people to question her and generally talk to her or to, gods prevent, touch her. During the war she had to play the role of the dutiful housewife and she had to protect her family from as many bad things as possible. The only reason that she wasn't in Azkaban was, that she may have watched the tortures and didn't do anything to stop the Dark Lord, but she never did anything to physically hurt another person. She dueled, she was very good at that too, but always in a manner that didn't hurt the opponent. Lucius tortured and killed and Draco tried to kill Dumbledore and for that he and his father were prosecuted, she knew that Draco would never have done anything if he wouldn't have been pressured by his father and aunt and she said as much in front of the Wizengamot but they didn't think the background mattered but the deed itself.
Now Narcissa Malfoy sat in her huge Manor, all by herself, and looked outside the window. It was late and dark outside, also it was very windy and her beautiful blonde hair was mussed. Generally she didn't look too well. Before the war she looked as if she was ten years younger but now she very much looked her age. The occasional sparkle in her sky blue eyes wasn't there anymore, but was replaced with a dark ocean blue that was complimented by the dark rings under her eyes. She felt guilty and lost and her eyes showed it. She lost a lot of weight and if anybody took a closer look, not that anyone did, they could see her collarbones and even her ribs against her tank top. Since Lucius was rotting away in Azkaban she had no reason to wear wizards clothing anymore and she absolutely loved muggle clothes. In her dark wash blue jeans, cream tank top and dark blue cardigan she looked absolutely casual and she didn't think anybody had ever seen her look so informal, at least not in the last 30 years of her marriage. She didn't know what to do anymore, her life had been about Lucius and then about Draco and her sister Bellatrix. This moment though they all weren't there anymore and she had nothing to do and she could just be herself. The problem with that was that she didn't know who she was anymore. She wasn't the wife any longer, neither was she an ice queen like everyone believed, that was just to keep the people away to protect her family. She couldn't even remember the last time anybody had touched her, except from a handshake maybe. Narcissa knew she had to face the world soon, it had after all been over four months since the end of the war and the win of the Light. She decided that right this minute was as good a time as any and so she dressed in her usual impeccable way and went to the ‚Three Broomsticks'.
When she went inside all eyes were on her, she wasn't surprised by that, it had always been that way. She carried an air of aristocratic beauty everywhere she went, but this was different. She could her them talking about how she was a Death Eater, her husband skum and her entire life always seemed so wonderful but now she apparently looked „dreadful". Narcissa knew she didn't look like before, but she had cast a glamour after all and didn't think she looked too bad. Her robes were a dark blue and a little looser than she would have liked, her hair in its usual French Roll and she accentuated her eyes and her lips were a deep shade of red. So, no she didn't think she looked dreadful but if so many people thought that way she should probably better go home.
I am a daughter of the most ancient and noble house of Black, we Blacks do not just give in because some nobodies have an opinion about us, especially if its an opinion that we don't even share! Narcissa you are gonna do this, put your ice queen mask in place and grab a seat at the bar. But they are all making fun of me and my life choices. Why do you care, you know that your choices weren't all right but you did what you had to do to protect Draco and Bella. You are a mother and sister and you don't give in to some blood traitors and mudbloods in a bar.
So she sat down and ordered a fire whiskey.
about ten minutes later a person came and sat down right next to her, there were at least five other empty seats but that person had to sit in her space. Just great now I have to really pull myself together, how much of this have i had I am a bit dizzy..When she looked who the person was tha oh so willingly invaded her privacy she saw a woman. No it couldn't be could it? Why would Hermione Granger, most brilliant witch of her age and mudblood willingly sit next to the pureblooded ice queen who watched her be tortured by her insane sister?
"Hello, is this seat taken?" the mudblood asked, she didn't know what to say and just waved her hand in a "you better sit down quickly before I change my mind kind of way".