The words 'perfect girl' echoed through Narcissa's head, as if pleading enough was enough.
Narcissa was far from perfect, she was a total mess, she thought solemnly. Yet, why did her sister curse she was perfect?
She was awful, she cursed at muggles, she ruined her sisters reputation, and worst of all... she had a secret.
She saw her closest sister with Ted Tonks, an punished her for the ill-matter it brings. By refusing to acknowledge her and her boy friend.
The part that carried on her shoulders, and bolted her to the ground- was the fact that Drom didn't tell her. Nothing.
She was the darkened, forgotten, perfect sister in the Noble House Of Black.
She played no role in the future, she didn't even know how she would help anyone, with learning to help herself.
Black or not, pure blood or not, human or not, Narcissa was broken.
Except this time, no one was there for her, no one was going to put a shoulder around her telling it will be ok.
Like every other problem she has ever had, she swallowed,
The pain
The grief
The heart-ache
The displeasure
And the disappointment.
If she was to have a role in the new world, she would have to transform, regroup, and turn into the perfect,
Narcissa Black.
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