I am overcome with the urge to comfort him, to hold him and burn the world down just so I could take my revenge on the Dark Lord. I vow that his pain will be long and painful, I’ll make sure of it. I blame myself for not noticing the changes in Narcissa during the break, even if we spend a lot of time together. How could I be so selfish to think that I was the only one with problems and the weight of the world on their shoulders. Fuck, I’m failing him. "I should have known," I whisper.