In the faint light of the everlasting candles hovering near the ceiling the only sound in the darkness was the slapping of bare feet against marble floors as a lone figure ran down the hallway, her silk chemise giving no warmth in the iciness of the house and her breath creating clouds of mistiness before here. Not stopping, even though she was shivering, one hand reached out and gripped the banister as she took the stairs two at a time in her eagerness to be where the music was coming from. She recognised it and the sound of her sister singing long as she played the piano. It had been so long but she was home, finally home. She knew that Bellatrix would never break a promise and she had promised to never leave her, Narcissa, alone again.

Skidding to a stop in the ballroom where the piano was she gazed around with a rapturous expression on her face, her blue eyes searching for her sister and excitement making her dance on the spot. She was as giddy as a schoolgirl. Taking in the things covered by the heavy cloths though her dancing stopped and her shoulders hunched, she had been so sure her sister was finally home. Hands touching her shoulders gently had her jumping and she turned with eagerness on her face expecting to see her sister after all, but it faded as she saw only Draco there, "she isn't here mum, Aunt Bella.. She died mum, she died thirty years ago..". It was the same every night ever since that last battle, his mother would hear the sound of the music and the gaiety of that last night his aunt had been alive. It was only a memory though and his mother collapsed into heaving sobs against him he held onto her tightly, kissing her hair and smoothing a hand over her back, "don't cry mum, Aunt Bella, she wouldn't want you to cry for her, she died a warrior, we should be proud of her".

Gradually,as her tears subsided a little, he was able to convince her to turn and to start back upstairs to bed and to where a fire was lit. Walking with her he glanced back once over his shoulder to where the piano was and in the shaft of moonlight he could have sworn he could see his aunt's ghost watching him and smiling. Though when he looked again, she was gone.