[ Nymphadora doesn't bother with replying to the first letter, because while she might not be too pleased with her husband at the moment, she still won't stand for anyone calling him a beast.
Narcissa's note goes in the fire, and she stares at the burning parchment, her hands forming a frail shield over her still flat stomach. ]
I tried, kiddo.
[ The second letter arrives, and she can't bring herself to respond to that either even if she does recognise it as an olive branch of sorts.
All she can do is sink down on her bed and weep, because something about her aunt's words makes a fresh wave of pain wash over her as thoughts of Remus flood her mind. Love is really fucking hard to predict indeed.
And then there is that third note, and after a night of sleep, Dora sits down to write to Narcissa again. ]
I will fight for your son as well. I fight for all children, not just my own. I fight for all people, not just the ones I care about or like. If you want to get out, I will find some way to help you.
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Narcissa's note goes in the fire, and she stares at the burning parchment, her hands forming a frail shield over her still flat stomach. ]
I tried, kiddo.
[ The second letter arrives, and she can't bring herself to respond to that either even if she does recognise it as an olive branch of sorts.
All she can do is sink down on her bed and weep, because something about her aunt's words makes a fresh wave of pain wash over her as thoughts of Remus flood her mind. Love is really fucking hard to predict indeed.
And then there is that third note, and after a night of sleep, Dora sits down to write to Narcissa again. ]
I will fight for your son as well. I fight for all children, not just my own. I fight for all people, not just the ones I care about or like. If you want to get out, I will find some way to help you.
P.S: The calming draught really did work better.