"He made you create a Horcrux?" Draco asked timidly.

Alanna nodded and held up three fingers. Draco's jaw went slack. "THREE times?" he exclaimed, dumbfounded.

She shuddered, remembering the past events.

"Where are the other Horcruxes?" Lucius inquired, a little surprised herself.

But Alanna just shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," her voice was soft. "Daddy and Mum both had one."

Narcissa looked down at her niece, wondering how she could've endured so much pain. Lucius had some more questions to ask.

"What did the Horcruxes look like? Did they say what they're going to with them?"

Alanna looked at him with wide eyes. She didn't know anything else about the Horcruxes.

"Why would Voldemort want…" Lucius began. Narcissa sent him a sharp look as if to say, Don't say anything right now. She's been through enough.

"Draco, why don't you show Alanna to one of the guest bedrooms? I'm sure she's tired." Narcissa said. Alanna nodded, and held out her hand for her necklace. Narcissa gave it back half-heartedly.

As Draco and Alanna trudged upstairs, all of the events of the past five hours sunk in. Narcissa bit her lip as she sat down on the couch.

Lucius went over and sat by his wife. He realized that she was shaking, and put his arms around his wife.

Narcissa fought back tears. "I can't believe she's gone," she said as she looked at Lucius. "I can't believe that Bellatrix is dead."

Lucius nodded, agreeing with his wife. Although he was never too fond of Bella—and in her case, the feeling was quite mutual—he understood why she missed her younger sister. She was the only family that she had left.

"Do you remember what she was like, Lucius? I mean, before she was a Deatheater?"

Lucius shook his head sheepishly in reply. He did, however, remember when Bellatrix had become a Deatheater. She had come home, practically smitten by the Dark Mark on her arm. Bellatrix had told them all about Voldemort, and eventually, they had become Deatheaters as well.

Narcissa's eyes seemed to glisten as she reminisced on her past. "She used to be kind of…different. I mean, she always had a certain darkness, a little craziness, but she was, at one time, normal. Oh! What good times we had as children! She used to follow me around like a little puppy. And now she's gone!"

Lucius kissed his wife's forehead, trying to comfort her. "It'll be alright," he murmured. "Everything will go back to normal."

"Will it? Will it with Alanna on our hands now? Is this our new normal, Lucius?"