When Catelyn Stark receives the message she has been waiting for, at first she does not allow herself to believe. But then she realises that there is only one place she needs to be.

It was their first Christmas without Father, and their last as a family.

They said she would not live to see the sunrise, but even though Narcissa does recover from her wounds she still feels Death's cold hand upon her shoulder.

Narcissa would do anything to protect those she loved most, and she was willing to pay any price the cruel queen would demand for her family's safety.

Pansy Parkinson knew how to distract herself, would never stoop to crying in a corner, and yet she could not help but wonder what drove Hermione Granger to do that very thing.

"They say that drowning is painless," she breathed, nearly choked by her tears. "Isn't it?"

No one had ever noticed the marks that grotesquely blemished her body and yet told a tale, a tale of nothing but sheer despair.

Years later, Andromeda reflects over her Sorting and wonders whether the hat has made a mistake.

When looking back on her life, Emily Gilmore could not help but wonder what it would have been like.

It felt as though it had been a hundred years since Catelyn Stark last kissed her husband, last saw her children, last walked through the icy cold corridors of Winterfell. But the end was coming, and she could only hold on for so long.

The war claims more victims with every day and Narcissa grows tired of always having to remain strong. One night, everything falls apart.

After escaping from her mother's terrifying regime, Narcissa decides never to look back at her past. But years later when Druella is on her deathbed, she returns to her childhood home and makes a discovery that causes not only her own life to fall apart.

It wasn't her first Christmas alone, and she knew that it wouldn't be her last.

Her sister's cruel demands terrify Narcissa, but most of all she terrifies herself for still being completely and utterly in love with her.

For the second time within her life, Andromeda loses what is most important to her and this time, she also loses herself.

Too many of them had attempted to change what could not be changed, and they all had failed. Too many of them had dared to dream. Narcissa's hopes and dreams had been blighted when she had been only a girl, in a time when she had just begun to sincerely believe they could come true.

After years of illness, Narcissa encounters death; she reflects on her life, family and marriage.

"It feels different to lose your mind, Cissy."

The potions made her forget.

It was the least she could do, they said, help to improve Azkaban's security. She would be safe, they said. How wrong they were...

It's his indifference that hurts her the most.

Late at night, Narcissa waits for her husband to return.

You take my hand, pull me close to you, closer than before. Your smile takes my breath away, your eyes are like an ocean, making me drown every time I look into them.

Narcissa lost herself long ago, but it takes more than insanity to escape from her shadows.

"Andy!" Bellatrix shouted out as she stepped forward, laughing, a cold, taunting laugh. "How nice to have you here. You, me, Cissy… It's a lovely little family reunion, isn't it?"

Andromeda always loved autumn, but the nightmares changed everything, even her love of fall.

People say that time heals all wounds; but is it true?

Never has Narcissa seen her husband show any regret for his deeds, except in his sleep.

Christmas is not Christmas without snow.

For years, ever since she married her husband, Andromeda Black has been forced to live in constant fear. Her dreams are in control of her entire living and thinking; too late she realizes that her worst nightmare is about to come true.

Andromeda must make a choice between her heart and her family.

After years of being forced to deny her second sister's existence, Narcissa Malfoy finally tries to break the silence and pays Andromeda a visit. They talk. They remember.