The Valvas Mansion was quiet that night.Moonlight poured through the tall glass windows, painting silver trails along the marble floors.
Bela White stood alone on the balcony, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the cold breeze. Below her, the gardens swayed under the pale light — serene, beautiful… yet far too silent for the storm inside her heart.
Ever since their return from Astoria Greengrass's birthday, she hadn't spoken a word.Even Rem, Ram, Albedo, Venelana Bael, and Nagini had noticed her silence.
Gathered in the parlor, the women turned to Grayfia Lucifuge, who sat with her usual composed calm.
"Grayfia," Venelana asked softly, "what happened to Bela? She hasn't said anything since she came back."
Grayfia hesitated a moment, then sighed.
"It's… about what happened at the party."
The others leaned closer.
"Lucius Malfoy was there," Grayfia continued. "He's remarried — to Lisana Selwyn. Narcissa Black divorced him years ago."
There was a long pause.
Everyone understood instantly.
They remembered the night Bela had shared her past — how deeply she loved her younger sister, Narcissa Black.Even after taking on a new name, even after leaving behind her own sins, that love had remained untouched, sacred.
Now, hearing how Narcissa's life had changed… reopened the wound she'd buried.
Rem sighed softly.
"Poor Bela… she must be blaming herself again."
Venelana looked toward the upper floors.
"Then maybe someone should remind her she's not alone anymore."
The Balcony
The door to the balcony opened quietly.
Roy Valvas stepped out, his silver hair catching the moonlight, his blue eyes calm and warm.Bela turned slightly — her face pale, her lips trembling with unspoken emotion.
"Still thinking about her?" he asked gently.
She didn't speak. Only nodded.
Roy walked closer and stood beside her. The wind brushed against them, carrying the faint scent of the night jasmine below.
"I know she's important to you," Roy said quietly. "And I know it hurts, seeing her life change like this. But you don't have to face that pain alone anymore, Bela."
Bela's eyes glistened as she looked up at him.
"Roy… I just— I failed her. I left her behind, and now she's alone, married into a cold house, trapped again in a cage she didn't choose…"
Roy didn't let her finish. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.
The warmth of his embrace broke through the wall she'd built around her heart.
"You didn't fail her," Roy whispered. "You survived so that you could change everything — not just for yourself, but for her too. We'll find Narcissa again… and we'll make sure her future isn't one she regrets."
Bela trembled slightly, her fingers tightening around his sleeve.
"You promise?"
"I promise," Roy said softly. Then, leaning down, he brushed a gentle kiss on her forehead — a quiet vow sealed under moonlight.
Her heart calmed. For the first time that night, Bela smiled faintly, tears glistening like stars at the corners of her eyes.
Roy took her hand, their fingers intertwining.
"Come on," he said gently. "You've worried enough for one night."
She nodded silently.
Together, they walked back into Roy's room. The faint scent of roses from the balcony followed them in.
They lay down beside each other — not as master and servant, but as two souls who had long since stopped pretending they were anything but family.
Roy's hand rested lightly around her shoulders; Bela's breathing slowed, steady and peaceful for the first time in years.
Outside, the moonlight fell across them — a boy who carried a world's power and a woman healing from its pain — as they drifted into quiet sleep, hearts bound by trust and comfort.