There was a time when Narcissa Black believed in the quiet promise of love.Her marriage to Lucius Malfoy had not been one of passion, but of duty — an old contract between two of the most powerful pureblood families in Britain. She had entered Malfoy Manor as a dutiful wife, carrying the name Black with pride and a silent hope that affection might bloom in time.
When Draco was born, she thought she had found her purpose.Perhaps, she told herself, Lucius would soften — love her as he loved his son.
But the truth was colder than the marble halls of Malfoy Manor.
Lucius adored his heir, but not his wife. As the years passed, Narcissa's efforts — carefully planned dinners, small gestures, late-night conversations — all failed to thaw him. His words were polite but distant, his eyes always somewhere else.
And then came the fall of the Black family.
Sirius Black, her cousin, was branded a traitor. The family's political empire collapsed overnight, its assets seized, its name dragged through every gutter of the British press. When the dust settled, the Malfoys no longer needed the Blacks. And for Lucius, marriage had always been about need.
That winter, his mask fell away.He became cold, sharp, and cruel — leaving home three nights a week. Narcissa pretended not to notice at first. But the truth, as always, finds its way.
One night, she followed him.
And found Lucius Malfoy in his own bed — with Lisana Selwyn.
When Narcissa confronted him, her voice trembled but did not break. "Why?" she asked simply.
Lucius did not even meet her eyes. "Because I married you for the Black influence. Now that your family is ashes, you have nothing left to offer."
The divorce came swiftly, without ceremony.She had not expected love — but she had expected decency.
She turned to Draco, the only heart she had left. But her son, only four years old, had already been poisoned by his father's influence."I don't need you," Draco said, repeating words he did not understand.And that was when Narcissa felt her soul truly break.
She did not cry. She did not scream. She simply turned, left the manor, and walked away under the falling snow.
The House of Shadows
She returned to the crumbling estate of her ancestors — the Black Mansion, silent and cold. There, among the portraits of past Lords, she confessed everything: Lucius's betrayal, Draco's rejection, and her own emptiness.
The ancient portraits, usually indifferent and arrogant, fell silent. Then Cygnus Black, her father, spoke first, his voice heavy with fury."That serpent dares humiliate a daughter of the House of Black?"
Phineas Nigellus Black glared from his gilded frame. "If I still drew breath, I would curse that pale-haired coward myself."
For the first time in centuries, the House of Black broke its own code — uniting in outrage. They decreed that Narcissa be compensated for her suffering. Twenty percent of the family's hidden wealth and property were to be transferred solely to her.
Phineas Nigellus contacted Dumbledore through his portrait in Hogwarts, explaining the truth in bitter, measured words. The headmaster agreed to handle the legal work himself, ensuring the Black legacy's justice was restored.
By the time the ink dried on the parchment, Draco Malfoy's right to inherit from the Black family was officially revoked.
When Dumbledore handed her the documents, even his old, kind eyes carried sorrow."You have endured more than most witches I know, Narcissa. But not all endings are without purpose."
She left his office with quiet dignity — richer in gold, perhaps, but emptier in spirit.
The Meeting at Liyue
For months, she lived quietly in one of the old Black estates. Life became routine — until one day, flipping through The Wizarding Weekly, she saw a name that caught her eye:
"Liyue Store — The Rising Jewel of Diagon Alley."
At first, she dismissed it. But a year later, the same store appeared again — now described as "the most innovative magical supplier in England." Curiosity stirred. And so, on a quiet afternoon, Narcissa Black stepped out into the bustling streets of Diagon Alley.
When she entered Liyue, she froze.Behind the counter stood a woman who looked exactly like her late sister — Bellatrix. The same eyes, the same grace, the same hint of mischief in her smile.
"Do you… know anyone named Bellatrix Lestrange? Née Black?" Narcissa asked carefully.
The woman smiled politely. "No, madam. My name is Bela White."
But there was something in the way she said it — the faint tremor of affection.They spoke for hours. When Narcissa finally left, she found herself smiling for the first time in years.
And she came back the next week.Then again.And again.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Bela White and Narcissa Black became inseparable — tea companions, co-workers, sisters in all but name. The portraits of the Black ancestors noticed it too; their once-solemn descendant was now radiant again.
After a year, Bela finally asked,"Narcissa, would you like to work with me at Liyue?"
Narcissa hesitated — not out of doubt, but disbelief that someone wanted her again. Then she nodded, a rare spark of joy in her voice. "Yes. I would."
That evening, Bela brought her to the Valvas Mansion in England for the formal interview.
The Mansion of the Phoenix
The mansion was like something out of legend — marble towers and silver glass, halls alive with ancient magic. Inside, Narcissa saw women of remarkable grace: Venelana Bael, Grayfia Lucifuge, Albedo, Rem, Ram, and Nagini.
Each greeted her warmly, as though they had known her all along.
Venelana smiled knowingly. "Bela's been waiting for this day. You've given her a reason to smile again."Grayfia nodded. "And perhaps, now, she has given you one as well."
Over tea, they spoke like old friends, sharing stories and laughter that seemed to melt the last shards of ice around Narcissa's heart.
As dusk fell, Rem and Ram left to fetch the mansion's young master.
"The chairman will arrive soon," Bela said softly. "He'll want to meet you himself."
Narcissa looked out the window — at the falling snow, at the faint glow of lanterns — and for the first time in years, she felt alive.
The world had taken everything from her.But fate, it seemed, was preparing to return something greater.
For tonight, she would meet the heir of Valvas — the boy who carried both power and kindness within him.And destiny, at last, would begin to turn.