Narcissa waited until her husband went to bed to pull out the unopened letter she had received earlier that day. She smiled sadly at the hand written address scrawled across the top in large letters. She knew that the letters were the only way she would ever have contact with them. The only way she would know them.
She chuckled softly as she remembered the very first time the letters started. Her sister had left just months before and Narcissa missed her horribly. Everything had reminded the blonde of her sister. Of her favorite sister. But then the letter arrived for her in the early morning and from then on they wrote back and forth as often as Narcissa could manage it. But then the baby was born and Narcissa began to write to her as well.
She loved yet hated the letters. She loved to see the familiar hand writing of her sane sister tell her about everyday things. She loved the misspelled antics of her little niece. But she hated the fact that the letters were all they would ever have. And if her husband ever found out then she would have to stop writing. But for now she had the letters. For now she had the comfort that they brought her.
Narcissa gently untied the little pink ribbon and unrolled the heavy parchment. She giggled at the little photo of her little niece. The little girl had on a pink dress and yet her hair was a vibrant purple. Her eyes were little brown orbs of mischief as she grinned into the camera. She would stick her tongue out at her through the photo before covering her mouth with her hands and giggling. She could imagine her sister admonishing the young child trying hard to hide her amusement.
She put the picture on her lap before beginning to read the two letters within. The one from her sister was nearly a foot long with silly little antidotes and longing for some stolen time together. While her nieces letter was much shorter with large letters telling her all about Quidditch and her newest need for a puppy. At least that is what Narcissa assumed the little girl had meant.
After she read the letters over and over again and memorized her niece's silly little face she put the objects into a little black box. She locked the box magically before hiding it in her bottom most drawer. She quickly wrote a note back telling her sister about the babe that seemed to grow with everyday inside of her. She wrote telling her niece about the flowers that grew in her gardens and the peacocks that liked to chase the child's uncle around. She knew her husband suspected something and it was only a matter of time before he figured it out. So she treasured the letters and pictures she got.
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