"Refreshing?" Narcissa asked. "You don't know him. I did. And while you might feel some kinship towards him - trust my judgement, Draco. Your father would say the same thing."
That was what they had always done, after all. Sheltered him, shielded him as they'd never been shielded themselves. Narcissa had, in many ways, been more of an adult at sixteen than Draco was now. And much more of a child in others.
"This is all ... it's ridiculous, that's what it is," she declared. "People can't come back from the dead, Draco, and of all the people - Regulus! He was ... he was a child, we all saw him as a child trying to be one of us. And then he betrayed the Dark Lord, and - you should be glad you don't remember Bella's rage."
Narcissa fell silent. Her husband, her cousin ... was it possible? Could her sister return from the dead too?