The very last person Narcissa expected to see was her sister. "Bella?" she said, her face going instantly pale. There were very few people in the world that Narcissa could say that she loved, and her sisters, both of them, were on that short list. She was still grieving for Bellatrix in many ways. "I'm not imagining this, am I?" she asked the apparition. Because there had been many times lately she'd wished for just a friendly face to help her through all of the nonsense that had been plaguing them all.