Sorry about the short chapter, guys. :(

One week. The words echoed through Narcissa's mind as she walked placidly towards the Gryffindor common room. She paused hestitantly at the portrait of the Fat Lady, debating whether or not she should enter. "Flobberworms," Narcissa told the portrait wearily. The Fat Lady nodded in agreeance, and the door swung open. Walking into the common room, she immediatley noticed her cousin looking rather distant. "Sirius?" she edged closer, taking a seat next to him on the couch.
"He's ... dead," Sirius whispered, not tearing his gaze away from the flickering flames.
Narcissa understood. She didn't have to speak words, to throw over-rated and over-used sympathay to her cousin. She pulled him close to her, and he rested her head on her, crying silently. "I - I," he hiccuped through his tears, "didn't even get on with him that well. It was always a competitive thing, you know, between Reg and I ..." he trailed off, sighing heavily through his tears.
"I know, I know," Narcissa murmured sympathetically, kissing her cousin's head, her hands sliding around him as she hugged him. He continued to cry silently for quite some time, before eventually, falling asleep against Narcissa. Her own eyes were beginning to droop, and with that she fell into a dreamless sleep.

A few hours later, she awoke, Sirius still asleep next to her. Her head was resting on his. As her eyes adjusted to the lights and scene of the room, she saw a pair of blue eyes glance at her curiously, waiting for her to speak.
"What's wrong with Padfoot?" Remus asked rather grumpily, his eyes lowering to the ruby carpet. James was sitting on the next armchair by Remus, his expression one of concern.
"Regulus ... is ..." Narcissa couldn't finish her sentence. She lowered her gaze from James and Remus, a tear rolling down her face. She was just coming to terms with it herself. Her cousin - dead.
"I'm so sorry, Narcissa." James said sincerely, a look of sympathay crossing his usually humoured expression.
Remus wanted to wrap her in his arms and tell her it would be okay, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to do so. He looked at her intently before speaking. "Was it Voldemort?"
"This ... this isn't the time, Remus." Narcissa's eyes were still lowered, not meeting his.
"Then when will be?" He replied indignantly, leaning forward, pressing his fingertips together. "Narcissa - you have to find this out-"
"And I will!" She said, close to tears again, "but not right NOW."
Sirius stirred.
James shot a look at Remus that was confusement mixed with surprise.
Sirius yawned slightly, sitting up, rubbing his tear-stained face with aggrivation. He was rather suprised to see James and Lupin watching him curiously, and his hand leaped to his hair as he smoothed it out. "Hey Moony, Prongs ..." he trailed off, his hand lowering to rest on his knee, his eyes bloodshot. Sirius never cried ordinarily - he was pretty tough within the group. "Mate, I guess it'd be rather inconsiderate asking if you were alright or not." James smiled.
Sirius laughed, before speaking hoarsely. "Regulus - he -"
"I know, Sirius," Remus said quietly, his eyes over come with remorse for his friend.
Narcissa paused. "I need to ... I need ... to check on Bellatrix."
"Sure," Sirius replied, looking at her. "Thanks, Cissa." He kissed her cheek before she got up, and she kissed his forehead. Remus looked away pointedly as Narcissa went to bid her farewell to him, and overcome with confusement, she murmured goodbye and fled from the common room.

Emotions were running high and her mind was all over the place. Regulus was dead, Regulus was dead.
She was running now, her blonde hair becoming messy but for now she did not care; the only thing that mattered was finding her old friends. Entering the common room, she looked around wildly.
Bellatrix was sitting on the couch, no emotion displayed whatsoever.
"Did ... did you hear?" Whispered Narcissa, tears spilling down her cheeks, her hands clenched.
Bellatrix considered her sister for sometime before replying. "Yes." Her tone was so cold - so uncaring.
"And you're not even bothered?" Narcissa exploded angrily, advancing towards her sister.
"He betrayed the Dark Lord," replied Bellatrix, and for the first time, a flicker of anger crossed her face. She let her arms unfold, resting one on the arm of the couch, staring up curiously at her sister.
Narcissa was shaking her head in disbelief. "What?"
"He-betrayed-the-dark-lord." repeated Bellatrix, rolling her eyes. "He wanted to back out. Became too scared. Wouldn't attend meetings anymore. So, he got killed."
Narcissa went white. "And you don't even care? Your own cousin, Bella!"
Bellatrix's lip curled. "He is a traitor. I doubt you will find anyone else to be sympathetic towards his behaviour. If he were so scared of the Dark Lord, then he should not of signed up."
"Perhaps he felt like he had to," Narcissa whispered.
"Whatever," replied Bellatrix, examining her nails with evident interest.
Narcissa smiled. "So - if you stop having sexual liasons with him - will you be dead too?"
Bellatrix shot up faster than lightning. "What did you say?"
Narcissa didn't answer, she merely smiled and walked away, out of the common room. But once outside, she sat down against the dungeon wall, and let the tears flow.