Visits From My Cousins

by lella7

A collection of drabbles following the childhood of Evan Rosier from the points of view of the three Black sisters. Written for MissSadieKane's Death Eater Childhood Competition on the HPFC forum.

5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Narcissa was unceremoniously dumped at the Rosiers' large country home in order to "keep her out of the way" whilst the adults "sorted things out". Whilst she resented being treated like a child, she was seventeen after all, she was secretly rather glad to leave her house as she had a feeling the "sorting out" would involve a lot of arguments between absolutely everyone in the entire extended Black family on where they went wrong, Narcissa really just wanted to be left alone. And Bellatrix looked ready to kill someone.

She found an empty room and stewed in bitter silence for a few minutes, before Evan came bounding into the room, oddly looking very pleased to see her.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" he asked loudly, without any kind of greeting. "My parents keep whispering about something but they won't tell me anything."

Of course, he only wanted to know the big secret. Narcissa thought it would be best not to tell him; after all, he was just a child and the shame of her family was not something she wanted spread around all of his first-year friends the second they got back to Hogwarts after the holidays.

But he was bound to find out soon, and for once the rage and bitterness building in Narcissa's throat overcame her better judgement.

"Andromeda," she spat disdainfully, "has decided to betray our family and run off with a... a mudblood, despite knowing that it will utterly destroy our family's reputation."

Evan's eyes widened to the point they looked as if they would pop out of their sockets. He should be shocked, thought Narcissa resentfully. Her sister was being a selfish dreamer, as she had always been, but this time she had truly outdone herself. There would be no turning back for her now and she hadn't even had the decency to say goodbye.

"Well then she's just as bad as the mudblood and we should be glad to be shot of her," Evan said decisively.

Narcissa replied with a curt nod, before walking calmly from the room in order that he cousin did not see the tears she knew she couldn't help but let fall.