THE STORY FROM NARCISSA'S POINT OF VIEW

To any willing to read this, to learn the truth, about me, my family, my son; this is the story of the very beginning, this is how everything started, this is how it all began; and it all started back on the Hogwarts Express.

I was going to start my first year at Hogwarts and, fair is to say I was scared. I didn't know how to react to spending so much time away from home and was worried about what might happen.

We were boarding the Hogwarts Express and pulling out of the station. After waving good bye to my parents I started walking around in hopes of finding an empty compartment; I wanted to avoid the pompous, rich, pure-bloods that my parents wanted me to befriend.

I stopped at this one compartment; it only had two people in it. One I only knew through family, a half-blood named Severus Snape; the other I had never met before, a Muggle-born, incredibly beautiful young girl with vibrant red hair and amazing green eyes. The two of them let me sit with them and the girl introduced herself as Lily, Lily Evans; she was the first friend I made.

She was the very first person I ever told my secret to; and what a big secret it was; a family secret that had been passed through my blood line for ages. I told her what would happen when I turned fifteen, what happened to all of us when we turned fifteen; we become angels. Wings tattooed on our backs, powers beyond compare.

Okay, I feel like I may lose you with angels, so I'll clarify.

Long ago angels and wizards seemed to co-exist. Veela were a commonly found cross between the two; though not genetically related to either. It wasn't unusual, every once and a while, for angels to mate with humans, unfortunately occurrences like those had unexpected side effects. The angels never anticipated that humans would be able to bare angelic offspring, but they did; thus the cross breeds were born, somewhere between human and angel. Along time ago we were called Nephilim; now only a hand full of people know we still exist, let alone what to call us. My ancestor was the arch angel Michael, rude, cocky, brute, all and all the most obnoxious man I have ever met.

Lily and I kept up our friendship over the years, we talked, socialized, gossiped; she told me stories about how she grew up, about the crush she had developed on a Gryffindor boy, James Potter. I stood by her side when Severus called her a mud blood; and even hexed him a few times for it.

I went to her wedding, and she came to mine; we were each other's maids of honor. In fact, we found out we were pregnant around the same time; I was about a month or two ahead of her.

Severus Snape is Draco's Godfather; per my husband's insistence, but she was his Godmother; she appointed me the Godmother of her son as well.

I had made friends with a young girl named Alexandria just before Draco was born, a nineteen year old American born vampire. At least, she said she was nineteen, you can never tell with vampires, they age much slower than humans.

Alex helped me through the last trimester of my pregnancy; and continued to help me raise Draco as far away Lucius' influence as we could get without leaving.

Some of Draco's angel inheritance showed from the very start. Draco's ability to learn and adapt was far beyond that of common humans. He grew at the common rate but his intellectual span was more advanced. By two months he could form coherent phrases. By Four months he could walk.

He looked like an angel as well, although I guess all mothers say that. His alabaster skin worried the medi-witches when he was born, a tuft of pure white hair that was surprising to all of us, and eyes like a vibrant sea of off-gray blue that sparkled with understanding as he gazed around his environments.

He could draw as well. It wasn't much when he was younger, but the older he got the more detailed his works became. By the time he was ten he enjoyed telling people that the things he drew were pictures. He enjoyed it when he believed them.

Draco was just under two months old when I took him to the hospital to see Lily after her pregnancy. Harry had just been born and they had just handed him to Lily, he was fast asleep in her arms.

I sat Draco up on the bed beside her and Lily smiled down at him and laid Harry on his pudgy baby lap. When Draco looked up at her silently Lily told him the baby was named Harry James Potter. Draco smiled broadly and looked back down at the new born in his lap only to be met with bright green eyes. 'He has your eyes.' He whispered. He ran a tiny hand through the messy dark hair on the baby's' head, obviously akin to his fathers, and Harry giggled profusely up at Draco, surprising those of us in the room. 'I'll protect you, I promise.' He said grabbing the young boys hand in his own.

Harry seemed Highly adaptable as well, though his intellectual span was not equal to Draco's he learned far quicker than any normal human child.

I will never forget Harrys' first word.

It was a rainy morning, Harry was about two months old and Draco was four. Draco and I were spending the day away from Malfoy manner. Grimmauld Place was not somewhere I particularly enjoyed being, but it was ever a good place to hide from Lucius.

I was in the kitchen with Lily making lunch, while James and Sirius were discussing the results of a Quidditch match on the couch. Draco was playing with Harry in front of the mantel when I called Draco into the kitchen from the doorway between the rooms. Draco nodded and turned to walk towards me.

When Harry noticed his friend walking away, he seemed distraught, and looked to be trying to speak. Draco and I were heading into the kitchen when we heard it. 'Angel' an unfamiliar voice broke through the house, all attention turned Harry, who was staring desperately at Draco from his seat.

For Draco's first birthday I invited Harry and Lily over to Malfoy Manor for dinner, Lucius was out on business and wouldn't be home for some time he had said.

After dinner Draco excused Harry and himself and he slowly waddled to his bedroom with Harry crawling behind him. I used to have an old music box that played Moonlight Sonata with a small Ballerina in a black costume twirling slowly on a stand. When Lily and I went to check on them, we found Draco with his against the baseboard of his bed and Harry laid his head in his lap as they both fell asleep listening to the music box.

For Harrys' first birthday, Lily, James, Sirius, Severus, whom had made his amends with Lily, and I, took him and Draco to a Muggle park for a picnic. We spent the entire day at the park; Sirius and James played with the boys while Severus, Lily, and I sat down and talked. After awhile Draco came over and grabbed his sketch book before returning to the others.

They played for hours before we all ate lunch together. It started raining suddenly and we all rushed for cover, Harry and Draco were both laughing. Harrys' green eyes shined up at the clouds as his smile glowed. Draco looked up at the rain as Harrys' hands wrapped tightly around his wrist and pulled him out under the rain. 'What are you doing we're going to get soaked?' Draco laughed out. Harry pulled Draco close and kissed him full on the lips. When he pulled back Draco was dazed, 'my present' he smiled brightly and all we adults laughed.

It was after that when Lily told me that she and James had to go into hiding, she told me that Sirius was supposed to be their secret keeper; I thought they were safe, I trusted Sirius just as much as they did. Draco had a fit when he learned he would not be able to see Harry for awhile so I agreed to let him go with them. It wasn't until I saw Sirius in an alleyway and tried to talk to him about her, that he told me the secret had been entrusted to Pettigrew instead.

I stopped breathing; I knew Peter worked for Voldemort, and I knew that he would double cross them. After I told him, Sirius and I rushed to the house, just in time to see Hagrid leaving with Harry bundled up in his arms. Sirius tried to convince Hagrid to give Harry to him, but Hagrid insisted on doing as Dumbledore had said; so Sirius gave him his bike and we watched him leave with our Godson.

After Hagrid left we went inside the house; it was so hard. He had killed them, lily and James, he had killed them and tried to kill Harry as well; but they wouldn't let him. James had died to protect Lily and Harry, and Lily had died to protect Harry; Lily sacrificed her life for her son, she was truly the strongest women I have ever met. She was my friend, my maid of honor, my son's god mother; and I was all the same for her.

We found Draco in Harrys' bedroom closet, hidden under a sheet. The music box I had given him was playing, but the Ballerina dancer was gone. He had been there for all of it, he had seen it happen; but it was worse than that, he had been in the room when Voldemorts' soul split, not into two, but into three. Draco had the same curse Harry did, we just didn't know it yet.

Something changed that night; more than just my life. The day after that Sirius was arrested for turning them over to Voldemort, and for the murder of thirteen muggles, and there was nothing I could do about it without making them think I was involved, and I had a son to raise. If I had been arrested as well, there's no way Alex would have been able to keep Draco away from Lucius for very long.

Draco hardly ever spoke, barely a word every now and then. He was broken without his family, and I only hope that someday he will make up for it.