𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶 - 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊

Narcissa Malfoy

Dear Bellatrix,

July 20th, 1997,

Two weeks have passed since the last time we met. It feels like yesterday, yet I missed having you by my side. You always know what to do and say when I feel like I'm losing myself, and now, I am.

Lucius is finally back from Azkaban and it feels good to have him home, but he is not the man I used to know, you, more than anyone, can understand his current position and state of mind. He wakes up every night screaming, sweating, fearing the dementor's kisses and each time, it takes minutes, even hours before he realises he's home and safe. At first, I thought my words, presence and touches could help him, could comfort him but most of the time, he's acting violently towards me - not consciously, he doesn't recognize me, or my voice. So everytime it happens, I just stay there, watching him suffer, watching him go through this pain and waiting for him to be mentally back home. I asked him if he wants me to use spells on him to appease him but he refuses, saying it would never get better (you may understand, he told me he got this information from you).

I know you've been sent on a mission somewhere in the north but I can't wait to have you back home. Maybe you could speak with Lucius and help him - better than I do - in this situation.

I told you what happened when Draco went back home - well - his situation is getting worse.

He doesn't eat anymore, he lost so much weight in such a short time. Most of the time, he seats alone, in his bedroom, fixing the void. He is starting to lose himself and I don't know what to do. He fears the night and dozes the day. It's like leaving with a walking dead, it feels like crossing the path of a walking dead when we see him in the hallways. Tonight would be his first night. July 20th, 1997. Hecie and I searched in every book of the estate to help him in this situation, but this is the best we can do.

Oh Bella, I wish you were here to help me cope with my life at the moment.

Tell me when you'll be back at the Manor, I'll get your room prepared.

I love you,

Cissy.

The truth was that I was terrified. As I was putting the quill away, Lucius was entering the bedroom.

"Oh," he said, almost surprised to find me there. "I thought you would be with your son by now."

"It is also your son, Lucius."

I hate this part of him. He never saw Draco just like he saw Hecie and it had large consequences on our son. He was lacking his parent's love and recognition. He was broken, because of us.

"Only on paper," he added, filling his glass with firewhiskey behind me, I could hear the clink of the glass. He, then, sat on the couch. I was carefully closing the letter to my sister, marking it with the Malfoy' seal.

"He has your blood, please. He's young and afraid," I said, turning to him, almost begging him to consider Draco, just for a second.

"He is a coward, a traitor, that he is to me, but a son ? He lost this privilege long ago." He hit his glass on the table, almost threw it, which made me startle.

Draco was living the worst days of his life and his own father wasn't even there to help him. I knew Lucius and I had strict education, mine may even have been worse. The Malfoys were nothing as near as monsters when the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black was playing, yet I cared for my children and I was there for them in every scenario. Lucius wasn't.