Narcissa had not imagined herself returning to Spinner’s End again. Or at least, not so soon. It was 10 months since she had last stared at the front door of Severus Snape’s home, and she could only hope it was the last time she would appear unexpectedly. God knows Narcissa would rather be dead than an inconvenience, especially knowing that Severus was always busy nowadays.
But this was different, she assured herself, surely he must understand her circumstances.
She announced herself with a rap of her small fist upon his door, and felt her cheeks flush slightly. She was risking many things to be here, and if her plan followed through as she hoped, both she and Severus would be under a terrible amount of scrutiny if the wrong people found out.
She assured herself though, that Severus would understand what she needed. They had known each other a long time, and she was sure that Severus knew that her family came before anything else. Above all, her family came before The Dark Lord himself. A truth that she could never admit out loud, she could not whisper to a soul. But she needed an escape, and the only way out would be through her dear friend, Severus Snape.
