narcissa and her tragic black boys.
i wonder how often narcissa is reminded of regulus when she looks at draco.
i wonder how many times she has caressed her fingers on her son’s platinum white hair and think of those soft black curls.
i wonder when 4-year-old draco would come running to her after falling, hugging her and weeping “mom”, does she ever have flashbacks of blurry grey eyes and raw calves hugging her at waist level, softly murmuring “cissa”?
i wonder when draco first entered hogwarts did she pray for her son to not end up in slytherin, and act like the rebellious cousin she despised so he may not end up having the same destiny as her favorite one?
i wonder how devastated she was to see the light gradually dim on draco’s eyes and almost mistook it for regulus’?
i wonder when draco received his death eater mark, did she think of that night he found regulus vomiting on a plant vase after getting his?
i wonder when draco celebrated his 18th birthday, did narcissa finally stop comparing her son’s faith to her favorite cousin’s? because there were no more memories to recall and misfortune to relive, and draco was now older than regulus ever was.
i wonder how many sleepless nights narcissa spent thinking what she could have done to change the course of regulus’ life? how badly she wanted to turn back time. but to no avail, she couldn’t, and draco was all she had left.
narcissa wonders if regulus had not asked her to keep herself and the baby in her stomach safe, would she be able to handle all this pressure? would she have stayed and kept her head low? would she have remained steady after hearing regulus’ death and receiving nothing but a letter?
she loved draco the way she couldn’t regulus.
she cared for draco the way she couldn’t regulus.
she protected draco the way she couldn’t regulus.
she saved draco the way she couldn’t regulus.
but she did everything for draco in honor of regulus.