"Simply put, she had zeal without being a zealot," Narcissa had a sad, wistful smile as she thought back to simpler times. "Passionate in protecting pureblood heritage and terrified at how many squibs were being born, and a bit livid that our traditions were being called barbaric and horrendous as more muggle-borns entered Wizarding society. In retrospect, I should have seen her changes as The Dark Lord rose the power the first time, but she was the sister who stood up for me in Slytherin when it came out that I was with Odette. But all that time in Azkaban... it destroyed whatever was left of my sweet sister. When she came back, I could tell she had lost something and was past the point of no return."