Stirring from her unconsciousness, Narcissa found herself in a soft and warm bed. Wincing, she was startled by the bright light that was swimming by her sights. She blinked for a moment before her husband came into her view. He was holding in her hand and looking at her, half in fear and half in relief. She frowned and about to ask him questions before cut by a low groan coming from her because of a sharp pain from the back of her head. She must’ve hit her head or something. There is not much she can recall before she realized that now she is back in the bedroom that she shared with Lucius at the Malfoy Manor. All she remembers was Kreacher disappeared in front of her eyes and then, there’s nothing. Suddenly, it all rushing back through her. What was happening earlier is not a dream.
Narcissa glanced at his back, where a few people she was rather familiar with standing at the doorway. They must have had a meeting. She spots Barty among them and tears begin to fill her eyes. She can tell that her husband was completely bewildered by her reaction. But there’s nothing he can say, nor do, not when he doesn’t know what really happened.
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