But it appeared that Narcissa didn’t know what to do with the information that Bellatrix had provided her, and Bellatrix didn’t know how to help her accept that. Didn’t know what to say when her sister traced the new brand on her skin -  so much heavier than her Lord’s mark, it squirmed and seemed to grasp at her, reaching for something above the surface of her skin  - and asked her, again, just how it was that she’d managed to become the mother to a Goddess’s children.