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Cold Days

Narcissa Malfoy sat near the window in their manor. She admired the raging blizzard outside, a slight smile formed on her face.

She had always been fond the snow. When she was little, her and her sisters would run around and bombard each other with snowballs, every year they'd build a gigantic snow fort with magic.

That is until she left, after that Bellatrix turned dark, and nothing she tried to do changed that.

Narcissa took a sharp breath and looked at her husband. He stared at a painting, their painting.

She remembered when they painted it, they attempted five times until they finally chose to use magic, the time was filled with laughter. The painting was of her, Lucius and a young Draco in her arms.

Narcissa let out a disappointed sigh. She looked around the sitting room, it was dark and gloomy. Not because of the furniture or the walls, it was because of the... people.

She hated to admit it but she had changed, Lucius had changed, everyone in her life changed. It seemed that she had lost everyone.

First it was Andromeda, then it was Bellatrix, then, Sirius, Regulus, Lucius, and...her.

She had lost herself.

She wondered what her life would be if she had not supported the dark lord, she looked at her husband again.

He looked tired, bleak, his eyes had no life in them, "Lucius?" She called. He just hummed in response, still looking at that damned painting. Frustrated, she balled her fist and stood up.

"I'm going for a walk" she looked worriedly at the raging blizzard outside. The memory of when she was young and how she would walk around the halls of Hogwarts at the crack of dawn emerged. Everytime she had a problem it would work to clear things up.

Narcissa walked towards the door and touched the handle it was cold almost burning. Suddenly she felt someone tap her shoulder, it was Draco,

He had grown, she remembered when he was just a baby they'd always go to honeyducks and buy half of the store. Or when he would beg her for a jew broomstick, even when he had just recived a new one.

"Your going out mother?" He asked, hesitantly gazing out the window.

Narcissa flashed him a sad smile and nodded, "I'll be back" she replied, and headed out. The cold air hit her face and she pulled her cloak tighter towards her body.

She examined the surroundings, it was empty, and walked further and further away from the manor letting it fade into the distance. By the time she realized she had walked too far a leaf landed in her hair. As she picked it out her eyes gazed up and her body froze.

The Black Manor at 12 Grimmauld Place stared right at her. She and her sisters would always spend their Christmas' here, tears stream down her face but the wind quickly blew then away.

She debated wether she should enter or not,

'I am still a Black by blood' she thought,

Narcissa slowly walked up the oddly familiar stairs, her hand ran across the dusty silver stair railings.

The door creaked open and everything went into place. Narcissa sneezed due to the dust the place was filled with, she looked at the portrait of her late aunt Walburga Black. A stern and bothered look was etched on the lady's face.

She rushed towards the dining room where the Black family tree was. It was still there, old and faded but even so it stood woth all it's glory. Her cold and withered fingers ran through the painting, stopping right at Andromeda's name. The picture had been burned off.