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It started with her youngest sister.
Bellatrix. She was a bright young woman, and amazing at all sorts of defense against the dark arts, and had a penchant for dark magic. When Bella was little, she used to talk about wanting to become a duelist someday.
That was before. Before her parents told them about Voldemort, how they would change their world for the better. And Bella ate up their words, starting to study black magic. It drove her insane.
Her sister might’ve been alive, but she was Bella no longer.
Then, it was Andy.
“Family meeting.” said a portrait. Narcissa put the book she was reading down, and headed downstairs where she found her parents and Bellatrix sitting. Bellatrix looked gleeful, which led to nothing good.
Narcissa sat down across from her parents and on the other end of the couch from Bellatrix.
“Andromeda is no longer part of this family.”
No.
“She went and married a mudblood. We burned her off the tapestry the second we found out. You will not contact the filthy blood traitor. She is our daughter no longer.” said her mother.
Bellatrix cackled.
Narcissa waited until she was alone in her room to cry.
Then, it was Regulus.
Her favorite cousin had gotten marked. Just like Bellatrix. He was only 17, and Narcissa begged him not to do it, to at least wait, but he insisted, saying he wanted to be the heir his parents were proud of.
He disappeared one day, thought to have betrayed the dark side and was killed for it.
They had no body to bury.
Then, it was her parents.
Even if they made decisions she didn’t at all agree with, they were her parents. She loved them.
But someone was unhappy with the Blacks, and had poisoned them. Narcissa was out of the house, married to Lucius Malfoy, and she had a son, Draco. Bellatrix was in prison. Her parents were older and alone, and it was easy for someone to slip airborne poison into their mail.
They died shortly after.
She had two alive Black family members left. Both were in prison.
And then they weren’t. And even if Bellatrix was crazy and Sirius was fighting for the other side, they were still her family.
Then Sirius died, killed by his own cousin.
Narcissa wanted to cry, scream, and throw things. Lucius held her back, and she clawed at him for even being there, for daring to be part of the group that hurt her cousin.
Then the battle. And Bellatrix was gone, killed by Molly Weasely. Though, Narcissa couldn’t blame her for that. She would have done the same thing.
And Andy’s daughter was there, too, until a green light hit her and she was gone.
Narcissa was the only one left. Everyone, gone. The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black was left with her and her alone.
But she had her son.
So, as she sees Harry Potter on the ground, the one that is prophesied to end Voldemort and bring a new era, and notices the slight rise and fall of his chest, she makes the only choice that will make sure her son gets out alive.
She slowly stands up and turns around, and looks Voldemort straight in the eyes.
“Dead.”
She won’t lose anyone else.