I am the last true remnant of what was once the noblest bloodline known to wizards. Everyone else is gone: choosing to die for our family name or turning traitor. While I am guilty of losing faith in a cause, it was for the sake of our family and therefore you will be cursed for all eternity if you dare to suggest that I ever turned my back on what was most important. As a child, I was taught that family always came first and your dreams would have to forever be contented with second place. Even ridding the world of bad blood had to be delayed if our name was in danger, for the only important pureblood line was ours and all who disagreed were smote from our memory.

Love. The emotion that is supposed to hold a family together only served to tear us apart. To our parents it was unnecessary, foolish. Ambition and pride were far more important. But for my sisters and I, this bond kept our souls alive, and it kept us together. But sisterly love was buffeted by the other elements of human emotion, until one of us was lost forever.

Then came the cause. All the prejudices and resentment concentrated into one ambition of victory and supremacy, founded on the principles that we had supported for generations. It filled our family with pride and purpose…and it stole my sister's heart. Though now I question my ability to form my own opinions, even I was swept up in the visions of glory. But after my son was born everything changed. The state of our leader hung in limbo, and I no longer cared. 15 years later, I realized that whatever I had previously identified as fear was nothing compared to what I was now experiencing.

Now everything is gone. The reputations of both my family and my husband's are in jagged tatters, stamped under the feet of muggleborns and blood traitors. My husband languishes in jail, a hollow shell of his former self. But somehow I can't find it in myself to feel pain. I have a son safe at home, healing the scratches inflicted both on his body and soul. I have my own scars to heal, but I fear they run deeper than Draco's. My world was never mine to begin with, but now I have centered it around my son, and nothing will ever tear us apart. I've let myself be tossed about in the storm of others' whims for too long. I can't turn back time and reverse what happened; I'm not sure if I would have had the power to change anything.

But no matter how hard I try, I will never be able to sever the bond forged by three lost young girls. One lies cold in the ground, the other is lost to me forever. But I will never forget that once we were sisters. So here is my true story, our true story, revealing the truth for the first time. My name is Narcissa Malfoy, and I am a daughter of the most noble House of Black.