It’s Draco and Narcissa’s funeral. It’s only her, Neville, a very sick Theodore, Blaise and Pansy in attendance as they are buried next to Lucius in the family plot on the far west side of the gardens of the Manor. Next it’s her walking through the halls of the Manor, mindlessly repairing it for weeks, purging every trace of Voldemort and the Death Eaters. It’s Neville coming and going as she never speaks more than two words. It’s her finding pictures of Draco as a baby and imagining what their child would have looked like, crying for an entire day afterwards as the smell of him slowly leaves his clothes.