"Pontiff smiled at him again, this smile more of her usual kind, distant and mysterious and filled with starlight, and then turned and wandered away"

I generally am not terribly fond of non-Canon characters, but this one just felt so natural I didn't give her a second thought. and if I did it was just to think about how much I loved her. Wonderful!

I adored this chapter. Your exquisite descriptions of the house had me walking with Harry and Narcissa down the halls and corridors of Malfoy Manor.

BRILLIANT!

Peace,

Bubba