Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Sister's reunion - part 2

Summary: Narcissa finally receives a letter from her sister in response to the one she sent.

Warnings: hurt/comfort.

For the next few days, Narcissa is a nervous wreck. She can't focus on anything, constantly checking if there's any owls for a reply from Andromeda. She spends nights pacing the room, unable to sleep as her mind races with anxiety and doubt. She keeps replaying the letter over and over in her head, wondering if she had said the right things, if she had been too harsh or too desperate. The uncertainty is eating her alive.

In the meantime you try your best to take care of her during this time, making sure she eats and gets at least a little sleep. You can see the anxiety eating away at her, and you feel your heart breaking for her. You hold her when she's pacing the room, listen to her doubts and fears as she vocalises them to you. You try to reassure her as best as you can, hoping that everything will work out in the end.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, a small owl appears outside the window, carrying a letter. Narcissa freezes when she sees it, her heart skipping a beat as she recognizes the handwriting on the envelope. She takes the envelope from the owl with trembling hands, opening it slowly as she sits down on the sofa.

She unfolds the letter, her eyes scanning the words written on the parchment. Her hands are shaking as she reads the contents, her heart pounding in her chest as she takes in every word written on it. After a few moments, tears start to stream down her face, whether they're tears of joy or sadness, you can't tell.

You watch her anxiously, waiting for her to speak. You can see the emotion on her face, but you're not sure what it means. You want to ask her what the letter says, but you're afraid to break the silence.

Finally, she looks up at you, her voice barely above a whisper. "She... she wants to meet. She wants to talk..."

Your heart leaps in relief at her words. You reach out and take her hand, squeezing it gently. "That's good, isn't it? She wants to talk, she's willing to hear you out, to forgive you maybe..."

A small sob escapes Narcissa's lips as she nods slowly. "Yes, it's good. It's more than I could have hoped for... but I'm just so nervous. I don't know what to say, what to do..." she looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hope. "What if I mess this up? What if I say the wrong thing? What if she still hates me...?"

You reach up and cup her face gently, your touch affectionate. "You can't think like that. You have to have faith, you have to believe she's willing to listen to you. Remember, she wanted to meet, that means she's open to hearing what you have to say." you smile gently at her, trying to reassure her as best as you can. "And I'll be right here, no matter what happens. You aren't alone in this, okay?"