Narcissa Black was raised not to care. Not when her cousin Sirius got disowned, not when members of her family passed and nobody said a word. She was used to the way the House of Black ran things, and she had never been unsure about their beliefs. At least, she hadn't until her sister had been burned off the tree. For the first time ever, Narcissa was starting to doubt the decisions of her family. And, for once, she couldn't stop herself from caring.