Chapter 147
Cissa was cold on one early morning in January. Stoking the fire before she sat at the table she smiled at her husband before she sat down and read the paper.
Her face froze as she looked at the front cover.
"Cissa my love?" asked Lucius as he tried to read her expression and for once found he could not. "What is it?"
"Bella and Rod." she breathed slowly taking what had happened in. "They've broken out of prison." she said to him. "She's free!" Narcissa said.
Her best friend and sister was free at last. It was a miracle.