Narcissa was lonely yet again in the great Manor. She missed her rambunctious grandson, but from all accounts, he was doing well at Hogwarts. Thankfully, he'd been sorted into Slytherin, he'd made some friends and was already displaying prodigious magical ability. Narcissa had to admit she was proud of him.
Late one evening, shortly before Christmas break, Narcissa sat down to read her journals from years before. She opened the slim, leather-bound book marked "1998."
Her tears flowed freely as she read her own account of the horrors of that year. Finally, when she reached December 14, her husband's birthday and the date of his trial and imprisonment, she broke down entirely.
But she remembered.
Lucius would be released soon.
Hurrying over to her calendar, she saw the current date emblazoned across it. December 1.
Thirteen days.