Narcissa was exhausted but she couldn’t sleep. She just sat there holding the hands of her Son and the boy she practically adopted into their family 8 years ago. She wanted to break something, hurt someone, she was worried and angry and helpless. When she heard the distinctive faint pop of apparation, she spun with her wand out ready to curse the source to hell and back.At the edge of her wand however was Kreacher. He was holding a gaudy gold locket with a serpentine S emblazoned on it with emeralds. Narcissa lowered her wand