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All Was Well

All was well? Well?

Bella was dead.

Dead.

Every step I took reminded me of my once living, breathing sister.

Tears filled my eyes every time I spotted dark hair.

Pangs hit me like bullets every time I saw a group of sisters, hugging and crying.

There was one group that got me, though, and reduced me to tears.

All was well?


It was three girls. One was small, blonde and sobbing, one was tall, dignified, comforting and brunette, and the last had wild black hair and her arm protectively around her sisters.

"Allison! Careful, Al!" called the black-haired one.

"So—sorry, B—belle." The little blonde one hid her face in the last one's robes after she tripped.

It hit me like Avada Kedevra: Belle. Short for Isabelle, probably. Still…

"Shh, Alli. It's okay! Belle! Look what you did!"

"Well, sorry. She almost tripped and banged her head!"

"W-where's M—Mummy?" asked Allison.

"She's in the Hospital Wing, sweetie. We'll find her and Daddy and…and it'll be perfect. We'll go home and have cookies!" said Belle, anxious to make up for her harsh words.

"Yep. 'Cause it's all okay, now, Alli," added the nameless one.

"It's all okay. All was well."

I shook my head and leaned against the wall, sobbing.

Draco stared at me. "Mum?"

"I'm so sorry, Drakey…c'mere…" and I grabbed him and hugged him tightly. "I love you," I breathed into his hair. He hugged me back and repeated the sentiment.

"Where's your father?" I asked, breaking up our hug.

"He stayed in the Great Hall, Mum. He was anxious to speak with Kingsley."

"Yes…yes…"

I wiped my eyes and smiled.

He smiled back and took my hand. He gave no thought to how he'd look to everyone else, and so I hugged him briefly again.

"We'd better go get him, yes?" I said, and led Draco away.

All was well.


All was well, in a roundabout way.

My life seemed to have taken a good turn.

New love for Lucius was blossoming, and the old for Draco was filling in the empty spaces.

The Dark Lord was gone.

Sure, Mudbloods, Blood Traitors, and Muggles still roamed the Earth, but that was fine, because I had Lucius and Draco. We'd all fight for the good.

The Black Family Tree was spoiled, but Draco could continue it without fail. There is such a thing as trimming the braches a bit, like Aunt Walburga used to.

The good really did outnumber the bad.

All was well.