The Manor's Mistress "Narcissa Malfoy and that time she saved everybody" It was over. Voldemort was dead. Along with Voldemort, though, countless others would never come back. Including Bellatrix. It was odd, thinking of her sister as dead. Molly Weasley had killed her, and she would never be able to forgive her for that. At the same time though, Mrs. Weasley had been avenging her dead son. If god forbid, Draco, had been hurt, would she have been able to stand by and watch the killer keep taking lives? Narcissa walked among the bodies, the people weeping over them, crying, willing them to wake up. Her niece, who she hadn't known, was among them, lying next to her husband. She didn't know she felt about those deaths. She had heard that she had just had a baby. That would make herself a great aunt. Would anybody go and tell Andromeda? Potter would. Or the Weasley's. Nobody would expect her to. Potter. She had saved him. She could easily have said that no, he wasn't dead, but she didn't. She lied to one of the greatest wizards of all time, and got away with him. It still stunned her. She sat down in the entrance hall, on the half crumbling steps. She didn't know where Lucius or Draco were at the moment, but she didn't have to worry about that anymore. She heard a clearing of throats behind her, and she turned to see Bill and George Weasley, and Harry Potter himself making their way towards her. She raised her eyebrows. Potter stood closest to her, with either one on his left and right. He nodded at her. "Thank you." Of course he was thanking her. How on earth was she supposed to respond to that? "You're welcome." "I'll make sure you and your family don't go to Azkaban." Both Weasley's glanced at him as he spoke. "Why would you do that?" She appreciated it, but she didn't think she deserved it. "If anybody else had come to check…If I was alive, they would have told him I was. You lied, for whatever reason." She wasn't going to tell Potter it was because she no longer cared about who won the stupid war. He could wonder his entire life but it wasn't any of his business. "Well, thank you." She said awkwardly. The pair of four looked at each other. Silently, the Weasley's walked away. Being close to her might be too painful. "I'm not going to say I'm sorry about your sister." "I don't expect you to." Narcissa sighed through her nose and stood up, brushing herself off. Potter turned to walk away, but she had one last think to say to him. "Potter?" "Yes?" "Tell…Andromeda. About her daughter and…and son in law." He nodded. "I was always planning on it. I have to go and see Teddy, anyway." He said shrugging. "Her grandson's name is Teddy?" He nodded again. "Yes. After his grandfather. I'm his godfather." He shifted his weight from foot to foot before leaving, Narcissa's mouth slightly parted. Her great nephew's godfather was Harry Potter. Which means she wasn't entirely through with seeing the boy yet.