Narcissa had been trying to prove herself for months to those in the village. She hadn’t done anything of ill reproach to anyone there (not in her time here, anyway) but every time she shared an opinion that was not common, she was treated like scum. But she knew, she’d known it the moment she’d seen Sally attacked, that she could no longer idly sit in her house while others were injured on the streets. It had been mere chance that spurred her into action, and after she’d helped the young woman, she knew she had to keep it up.
Narcissa was patrolling when she heard a scream. It was not unfamiliar these nights, which was even more unfortunate. Still, she ran to it. Confused when she saw just a man laying in a field yelling. She moved cautiously towards him.
“Please keep your…” was he laughing now? Was he hurt? As she stepped closer, she could see it was her late cousin Sirius, though much younger than when she’d last seen him. “Please keep your voice down, there are… Death Eaters about.” She slowly stepped towards him. She lowered her wand as to not upset him, but kept it in her hand in case he drew others.