Who: Narcissa Malfoy, Andromeda Tonks, and eventually Regulus Black When: January 1st, mid-day through to the night. Where: Starting at Malfoy Manor (the ruins) and adventuring. Rating PG-13
Narcissa was crying, sobbing into the knees of the dirty satin robe that she had worn to bed the night before. She couldn't even find something to change into, the explosion had destroyed everything. She was perched next to the body of her husband, Lucius, who was lying face down underneath a large chunk of what was once the front of the house. There was something, it looked like a sharp piece of wood, jutting out from his back. The rest of him, the lower half, was buried under rocks and other rubble. Every once in a while; in a moment of panic and fear, she would shake Lucius. He would never move and it was so painfully obvious that he was dead, but Narcissa did not want to believe it.
He couldn't be. He just couldn't be.
She ran a hand over the dried blood coming from Lucius's forehead. It was dark. Narcissa didn't want to think about the pain he must have felt when the house collapsed on him. Narcissa remembered hearing him yelling for her... and that was the last she could remember.
If it weren't for her being protected by the thick door to the bedroom, she would have died. She was okay, physically. Scratches and bruises and blood all over. Not to mention, she was absolutely filthy. Mentally, though? She was losing it. Every once in a while, after checking to make sure that Lucius was really and truly dead, she would just start screaming and begin to cry more, wondering why no one could hear her and why she couldn't seem to apparate or cast any spells.
Narcissa tried to fool herself that this was all a dream. Lucius wasn't dead. Andromeda wasn't coming for her, she wouldn't... she couldn't. Narcissa had not seen or talked to her in years.