"Here's a letter from your parents. Would you like me to read it to you?" Bellatrix asked the tiny two year old. Draco clapped his hands and smiled. Bellatrix tore at the top of the letter. The pieces of paper fell to the ground.

"It's raining paper!" Draco giggled.

"Yes, whatever." Bellatrix muttered as she read the letter. The letter said:

Dear Bellatrix,

We got to the mail center just in time for this letter to be delivered. The owl that brought this to you was one of the last ones delivering. There is a massive blizzard coming your way. It started here and is traveling all over the wizarding and muggle world. Lucius and I are trying our best to come home for Christmas but considering the weather conditions it doesn't look so good right now. We also mailed Draco's presents that are already wrapped and ready to be put under the Christmas tree. You would not believe how long it took me to convince them to mail some presents too. it's amazing what money can do for you. Please tell Draco that I wish with my whole heart I could join him for Christmas but maybe not this year. Make sure you tell him how much I love and miss him. Have a very Merry Christmas!

Love Narcissa.

Bellatrix frowned and picked up the young boy and placed him next to her on the couch. She read the letter to Draco. The young boy looked at his aunt with a puzzled look on his face. "I don't understand." he whimpered. "When are mommy and daddy coming home?"

"We don't know." She sighed. "All we know so far is that they probably won't be back anytime soon." Bellatrix hoped he wouldn't cry but the tears immediately started pouring down his small face. Bellatrix didn't know how to deal with a crying child. She quickly grabbed the boy and held him on her hip like she had seen her sister do. She ran to the library and searched for an article on how to deal with sad children. Of course she found nothing.

"I want them to be home!" Draco yelled.

Bellatrix couldn't handle the sound of the crying. "If you don't stop then I will put you in the.. the... the closet?"

"Not the closet!" Draco sobbed. "Not again!"

"Again?" Bellatrix muttered. She thought of what Cissy did when Draco was upset. She picked Draco up and sat him on her lap on the couch. Tears ran down his face onto her shoulder. She patted him on the back until he had calmed down. "Good. You stopped." Bellatrix snapped. "Now play with this." Bellatrix gave him her wand not thinking about what he could do with it. All she wanted was a break after that crying mess.

Draco was flicking the wand in all directions. He giggled as sparks went everywhere. He knew his aunt did very cool things with her wand. He tried to remember some things his Aunt said when she used her wand. One stuck with him. He liked this one because it sounded like the one he heard his friends say in pre school. His friends would say "Abra Kedabra." He realized his Aunt had said that before but in a different way. He pointed the wand at a plant and yelled "Avada Kedavra!"

"HOLY CRAP!" Came his Aunt's voice from another room. "What are earth are you doing?" She screamed. She snatched her wand. "Don't ever say that until I say it's ok! You are not old enough!" She picked him up and carried him into the kitchen. He tried to grab her wand back. "No!" She yelled at him. She gave his hand a slap. Not enough to leave a mark but enough to get his attention.

"Why not?" He asked.

"it's very dangerous. I don't know what I was thinking in the first place." Bellatrix said. "Don't tell your parents this happened." Bellatrix groaned. She had to watch the boy for another fifteen to twenty days. She was glad he wasn't crying but she could tell he wasn't happy with her right now. After a few more minutes of sitting with his Aunt Bella,Draco got bored.

"Game!" He shouted.

"What?" Bellatrix asked.

"Play a game." He smiled.

"Like what?" She groaned.

"Me and mommy play games all of the time. We play leap frog." Draco said.

"No."

"Tag?"

"No."

"Monopoly?"

"What kind of two year old plays that game?"

"Candy Land?"

"No."

"Ring around the rosy?"

"No child should play that game."

"Sorry?"

"For what?"

"It's a game, Auntie."

"Oh."

"Opewation?"

"On who?"

"Nevermind."

"How about we play the quiet game?" Bellatrix asked.

"Daddy told me to try that one." Draco smiled.

"How about we settle down and read a book?" Bellatrix asked. "We can read one about a hippogriff or a ferret. Any creature you would like."

"A hippogwif!" Draco said while clapping his hands. Bellatrix searched the shelves for a story about a hippogriff. She found a book with poems about hippogriffs and picked out her favorite.

Hight hippogriff. In wings and beak and crest,

Formed like his sire, as in the feet before;

But like the mare, his dam, in all the rest.
Such on Riphaean hills, though rarely found,Are bred, beyond the frozen ocean's by enchantment from his distant lair,The wizard thought but how to tame the foal;And, in a month, instructed him to bearSaddle and bit, and gallop to the goal;And execute on earth or in mid air,All shifts of manege, course and caracole;He with such labour wrought. This only real,Where all the rest was hollow and ideal.

Bellatrix closed the book and smiled. "What a great poem!" She looked down at Draco. He probably didn't understand a word of the poem but it calmed him enough to have him yawning and rubbing his eyes. Bellatrix looked at the time. It was ten at night. She picked him up and put him over her shoulder. He moved his thumb into his mouth and drifted off to sleep.

She walked up the stairs feeling very tired herself and set the boy down in his bed. Just as she was about to leave he sat up and reached his arms out to her. She groaned and put him on her bed. "You better not be a kicker." She snapped.