I hate this. I want to go home, where things make sense...

And then I don't.

How is it possible to not be "home" in either the time period I grew up in or here?

Private to self
Gods, I can't imagine being in her position right now. For all my talk of wanting to find family here, I don't know what I would do in her position. Would I be thankful for finding a son, or more appalled at my child's other parent? Merlin...Lucius Bloody Malfoy. It can't be true, it just cannot be. Perhaps this Draco is not her son at all, but another Narcissa's from another world and Narcissa will be free to marry who she wishes.

How on earth am I supposed to handle this? Do I find her, do I give her her space? Do I try to do something to change it?