Let us go forward a few more months ... sorry. I know I keep skipping XD This chapter was kind of hard to write -- Ah well, enjoy. :)
"Yes, but the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters," - Sirius Black

Halloween approached quickly - the air had become alot colder for starters, with chilling winds at no extra cost. The green leaves had long turned orange and brown, flowers and grass dying as post winter frost skittered across the stems and blades. With the nights going darker earlier than usual, Narcissa felt it was necessary to take extra precaution - this being not going out at all in the dark hours. But of course, Draco wanted to participiate within the muggle event of trick 'n' treating. "I want to go!" he had whined, pursing his lips in what he hoped to be a winning plead.
"Fine," Narcissa relented unhappily, "Your father can take you."
Only, after this had all been arranged, Lucius backed out at the last minute, with any form of explanation. She presumed it was work and this angered her - could he not go running to Voldemort for just one night? Just one?

Probably not.
So they sat at home playing games to pass the time, and Draco was content with alot of candy, so he now had to no reason to whine or plague Narcissa with his hammy fists to take her out. She was reclining in her arm chair, reading the daily prophet without real interest, when Lucius returned around ten o'clock. She looked around for Draco in sudden panic, as if suspecting he had been kidnapped, but no, he was snoozing on a mountain of candy. He had chocolate all around his mouth. He looked quite cute, but Lucius didn't seem to think so, his scowl pointed this out quite clearly. "Narcissa ..." his face was un-naturally pale in the light from the fire-powered lamps; his eyes seemed quite frightened too. What had happened?
"What's happened, Lucius?" she leant forward and took his hand in sympathay, but he snatched it away, and strode over to stand by the fireplace, narrowly missing tripping over their sleeping child. "The Dark Lord has fallen."
Narcissa was shocked to the marrow - if he was so incredibly powerful, how on earth had he died? Lucius seemed to read her mind, and answered her unasked question with a bitter tone. "His killing spell backfired."
"Who ... who was he trying to kill?" she asked weakly, dread plummeting into her stomach.
"James and Lily Potter."
"And - did he succeed?"
He paused, and looked at her directly. "Yes."
"No ... no." She sunk further into her armchair and lost control; Lucius had never seen Narcissa like this before. "But if he killed them ... how did it backfire?"
Lucius' jaw muscles tightened, as if finding it hard to reply. "He could not kill the boy. I don't know what happened; but the boy survived the killing curse."
Narcissa had tears pouring down her pale complexion now, her blonde hair matting to her face. "My god ... my god ..."
"But that's beside the point," said Lucius coldly, "I may be sentenced to eternal imprisonment in Azkaban; along with your dear sister ..." The news suddenly brought her back to her senses - at least, for a moment. If the Death Eaters were going to be convincted, then that meant that Rodolphus was going to go to Azkaban too, along with the rest of the Death Eaters. Questions swarmed around her head like angry wasps - how did Voldemort know were Lily and James were? Why did he want them dead? Why why "WHY?" she shrieked hysterically, not caring were her so called 'allegiances' stood anymore. She let herself go and began to punch Lucius in the chest as if it were all his fault.
"Narcissa, calm yourself-"
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, TWO OF MY BEST FRIENDS HAVE JUST BEEN MURDERED AND ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOURSELF!"
Lucius paled, "Please, Cissy-"
"SHUT UP!" she roared, "JUST SHUT UP! AND IF YOU GO TO AZKABAN - LIE OR SOMETHING! DON'T YOU DARE GET YOURSELF PUT AWAY, WHAT WILL IT DO TO DRACO AND HIS FUTURE? WHAT ABOUT ME? YOU STUPID, STUPID MAN!"
The door flew open and Sirius Black emerged, his face mingled with tears and sweat. His dark hair was messier than ever. His eyes kept darting behind him, and he ran towards her. "Narcissa, I swear, it wasn't me-" he grabbed her warm hands and placed his icy cold ones against hers. And in the haste of it all, he ran to her and kissed: it was unreal. More aurors entered and grabbed Sirius, pulling him away. "It wasn't me - get your hands off me! How dare you!"
"Let him go!" yelled Narcissa, forgetting she'd just been kissed by her cousin in the middle of a raging argument; "He's innocent!"
One of the aurors raised a sarcastic eyebrow at her and smirked. "You do know it's thanks to your cousin Lily and James are dead? Secret Keeper aswell ... tut tut."
Narcissa was as white as a ghost now; the other aurors paused in dragging Sirius away. "Is that true?" she whimpered.
"I made Wormtail secret keeper," he whispered hoarsley, his eyes brimming with tears, "Remember? And Lucius was telling you Wormy had become somewhat unfai- AHHH!"
One of the aurors had hit him with a stunning spell; "Shut up you traitor - Azkaban awaits, Mr. Black - I'm sure the dementors will be very happy to see you."
"But I'm innocent - I, I am!"
They did not listen to his pleads, but instead held onto him tightly to prevent any possible escape - and then dissapeared into thin air. With the shock of everything piling into one, Narcissa fainted.

"Mother? Wake up!" she stirred as small podgy hands pulled at her cheeks and hair. She opened her eyes and blinked several times as her surroundings came into focus. Draco's enquiring face was gazing at her. He cared about her! How sweet. "Mummy, you're lying on all my candy!" And with that, he began to cry loudly. She'd squashed his bloody chocolate frogs. She pulled herself to her feet, and Draco retrieved his food, and stroked their packaging before pulling it off viciously and shoving it all in his mouth. She smiled faintly; Remus would of been like that had she accidently squashed his chocolate frogs. Narcissa somehow doubted he'd burst into tears though. She looked at the doorway and saw two more aurors standing there, questioning Lucius with a grave expression.
"Are you aware, Mr. Malfoy, that He Who Must Not Be Named has died?"
"He has?" Lucius portrayed a look of innocence, but the man snorted disbelivingly, and prodded Lucius in the chest with his ebony made wand with so much force that tiny red sparks flew out. "But weren't you working under his command?"
"I'm afraid my mind has many blank spaces ... goodness, goodness ..."
Narcissa supressed a dark laugh. Lucius was a dreadful actor - but the aurors now seemed to be swallowing all this Cod Swallop! The female auror looked sympathetically at Lucius and stroked his arm. "I think he's been under the imperius curse," she muttered to her partner, who seemed to half believe her. "Hm ... I don't know Alex. In the meanwhile Mr. Malfoy, you shall await trial in azkaban - I hope you haven't forgotten were that is?"

Lucius was shunned into silence, and smirking, the aurors marched him off and out, not paying an ounce of attention to Narcissa or Draco. Silence filled the empty spaces, until someone burped.
"Sorry," said Draco, grinning cheekily. Narcissa cracked her knuckles and spoke to her child. "Draco - stay here. You can eat as much food as you want. I'll be in my study ... move or I shall hex you."
He shivered. "You sound like S-Sirius," he stuttered, looking terrified.
Indeed she did. She shook her head and ran off out of the room and to her study, were she grabbed some parchment with such force that it almost ripped in half. She scribbled a note to Remus - restrictions to their friendship were long finished now.

Remus, she scribbled frantically, ink splodging all over the place,
James and Lily have been murdered. I don't know if you know this. Voldemort has fallen. Sirius is going to Azkaban, and so are the rest of the Death Eaters - and Lucius. Harry survived the killing curse.
Don't come here. It's too dangerous. Just owl back. Please.
Narcissa.

Now, where was that bloody owl? Ah - there it was. "Fluffy!" she coaxed in a false voice "come get the letter!" The Owl hooted indignantly and flared it's eyes at her crossly - he did not mind delivering letters, but this late? He'd just been sleeping! He swooped down to her and pecked her hard on her arm, before retrieving the letter and flying out of the window.
And now ... and now to wait.

But fortunatley, she didn't have to wait long. Remus apparated in her study in the pit of silence, that she started violently and fell off her chair. "Remus!" she scolded, sitting on the floor in a ton of papers and books, "you - you shouldn't of come here-"
A flicker of a smile crossed his face as he watched her on the floor. "Want a, er, hand up?" he couldn't remove his amusement as he offered a hand to her ink-covered one. She took it begrudingly and he pulled her to her feet. "So ..." she begun, but he interrupted her as he burst into tears. Christ, she hated it when people cried, she was awful in situations like these. "James can't be d-dead!" he stuttered, flinging his arms around her and burying his face into her shoulder, "He's too strong! He is not dead! I won't believe it - I won't!" She hugged him soothingly but he pulled away, and for the first time in her life she saw the shadow of the wolf flit across his face. "So - Voldemort is dead?" he said harshly, his voice now free of sobs. She cocked her head to one side for a moment but then nodded mutely. He grinned evilily. "Good. And the Death Eaters are-"
"Being rounded up to Azkaban," she finished quietly.
His smile grew. The news of everyone going to eternal improsement seemed to give him happiness. "Good! And that includes ..."
"Lucius, yeah." She narrowed her eyes at his renewed joy, and as she had presumed, it faltered. Typical Remus - he was sentimental in his own ways. Although, Lucius was working against the good witching and wizard establishment, which she personally disliked (as would any non-death-eater-person, she had grown close to Lucius now; not in the romantic perspective, but the friend one. And when she was anyones friend, she would remain loyal, always.
"Will he get out of it?"
"I think so," she said loftily, "I think he's confused as to were his loyalties lie."
"Well I would of assumed that would of been obvious, Narcissa, a man's loyalties lie with his wife and family, not his job. Maybe he'll come to realise that now. It'll be okay. Er - do you want a cup of tea?"
She nodded, and he walked with her to the kitchen, and made the tea in silence. He handed her a scarlet mug and she sipped it delicatley. It was perfect, he always made their cups of tea just right. That was one of the things she had liked about him - his tea making abilities! She snorted into her tea and he looked bemused, so she composed herself. "I can't believe it, Remus, I ... wait a moment," she wrapped both hands around the mug, sending instant warmness through her body, "Where will the boy go?"
"To his only living relatives - his sister's aunt."
"Not Petunia!" said Narcissa with clear disgust, "she's awful!"
"They're the only family he's got," said Remus shortly, placing his now empty mug on the worktop. "I better get going ... I'll come see you later tomorrow. Please don't do anything wreckless. Goodnight."
He dissapeared, and left Narcissa quite alone in the now empty kitchen, Lucius' absence roaring at her. Silence was so freaking loud.