Disclaimer: I do not own anything except Zara and Bella - J.K. Rowling does. Actually, I don't even really own them. I own the concept of them. If that makes sense...


The dark-haired woman stood haughtily in front of the Malfoy Manor, but still glanced around furtively for any sign of ministry wizards.

To her sides she held two small children, both wrapped tightly in her arms. She looked down at the children and could not stop the sad yet proud smile that crossed her lips. Her daughters had definitely inherited their parents' looks. One girl already looked exactly like her mother, the other like her father had.

The woman was heartbroken, but this had to be done for the children's own safety.

Eight years ago the seventeen-year-old Harry Potter had defeated Lord Voldemort. For the years following the ministry had slowly hunted down all the Death Eaters that had escaped after the Battle of Hogwarts. The Malfoys were her daughters' only chance at safety. The woman most definitely would not turn them over to the Order in fear of her daughters being slaughtered because of their parentage.

No, she did not trust the 'light' for one moment. This is why she chose the Malfoys. Drawing in a deep breath, the woman strutted up the front lawn, past the white peacocks and to the front door. No matter how much she disliked doing this she would never regret it. She needed her children to be safe and they would not be should they stay with their mother. Their mother who was hunted by the ministry.

Slowly she gave her children one last kiss before pushing them towards the door. Pulling a letter out from her cloak she set it down near one of her daughters, rang the doorbell, and ran.