Soon she's going to find that stealing other people's toys on the playground won't make you many friends…
~Better than Revenge~
After Azkaban, the old Rodolphus was well and truly gone, and Narcissa dared not hope for his return. Everything in the world had stolen Rodolphus away from Narcissa – Bellatrix had married him, the Dark Lord had taken over his mind, and Azkaban had stolen even that. There was nothing left for Narcissa at all.
But in her grief, Narcissa could not blame the Dark Lord, nor Azkaban, nor even fate for this. She turned her rage upon the only person who she could hurt.
Bellatrix had stolen him, Narcissa thought. And stealing other people's toys won't make you many friends…