I know this is short, but I am still building up the picture of what is happening with Narcissa and how she first feels about Bellatrix's death. So this is just a 500 word chapter about Narcissa's first night without Bellatrix.
Chapter 1
- Hearing Her Name -
As I listened to the broadcast, hoping, praying that her name wouldn't be mentioned, I remembered my sister. I thought about how we ended our last conversation. How she pressed her lips lightly to mine and slowly turned to leave me, looking back over her shoulder for one last time. I remember how I wanted to chase after her and pull her to me, hold her for just a little longer. If I knew what was to come, I would have. I would have never let her go.
The list of names began. The list of mothers, fathers, children, brothers and sisters who had been found dead. I don't remember the first names in the list, I just remember hearing the surnames beginning with 'L' and then I heard it. Her name. Bellatrix Lestrange.
My heart stopped and my head spun. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I wanted to scream out for her. In that moment, for one second, nothing else mattered.
I looked around at my family. Draco and Lucius sat still, eyes frozen on me. Lucius got to his feet and moved to me, sound was muffled and everything was slow. He sat beside me and took my hand, but I pulled mine from his. I pushed myself up from the sofa and with shaky legs I walked from the room, head still spinning. I climbed the stairs and crossed the dark hall to my bedroom.
I stood in my room and looked at the bed across from me. I pictured the mornings when I had woken up with Bellatrix's hand brushing my hair from my face gently, hearing her soft breaths and feeling her warm body pressed to mine. I heard a light thud on the floor near my feet and looked down to see a droplet of water splashed on the dark wood floorboards. Sound was magnified and the house was silent, even the birds had stopped singing. I lifted my hand to my cheek, wiped away the tears and dropped my hand once again to my side, my eyes still focused on the tiny droplet on the floor.
I took a step forward and looked up again. I was stiff and found it hard to even take several steps to my bed, but when I got there I fell with my head on the silk pillow. The last thing I thought of was my sister.
The next thing I remember was hearing a familiar voice saying, almost whispering my name. My eyes flew open and I sat up as I realised who the beautiful voice belonged to. 'Bella?' I said into the darkness. I don't know what I was waiting for, but I paused, listening for an answer which never came.
I let my head fall to the pillow and I heard the voice again. This time I didn't respond. I had to accept that she was gone. I couldn't live in hope that one day she would turn up.
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