It’s been two years since my mother, Lidia Blackwood, passed away. My father Jakob Blackwood, has been lonely ever since—he misses her more than anything. But one evening, everything began to change. He met a woman at a ball: Narcissa Malfoy. Her husband had also died not long before.

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