Okay so new story because I had the idea and the time over my winter break. I have no idea where this is going but I really like it and the idea of Neville being more a part of things than he is originally. So this is the fic, read and review like always and I'll try to update in bursts at a time instead of one chapter at a time.

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The bloodcurdling cries were all that could be heard through the manor. Well, the only thing apart from the overly calm murmurings of the male St. Mungo's operative above hovering above the rightly disheveled Lady Malfoy. He was the best healer money could buy, and of course extensive background check had proven him pure; pureblooded that is. Lucius had made quite certain of that, he only wanted the best to handle his beautiful wife, and his soon to be beautiful babies. Lucis was standing to the side of the room, with straight blond hair, the trademark Malfoy shade of platinum, that was offset only by his sneer. His hands were pulled taut behind his back and as he stood with a face like marble, pale and hard, watching his wife give another almighty shriek before she collapsed back against the bedframe, spent and suffering.

The healer from 's who had gotten there two nights previous via floo network held up a blond headed baby boy, his red wrinkled face was screwed up as he gave a shriek that could rival Narcissa's. He was demanding to be heard in this world already, as his tiny fists shook and the maid swaddled him in a vivid emerald silk.

"Narcissa. You aren't done yet," Lucius reminded with a drawl from his place against the dark bedroom wallpaper. With a frustrated huff Narcissa resumed the seemingly endless and excruciating task of childbirth again. Noting that of course the smug bastard would give her twins. The medic had already been told twice that his mouth would be sewn shut if he opened it again, so with a silent determination he aided the striking lady in her task.

Cradling the head of the child and easing it into the world the healer held his breath.

"It's a girl?" The Medic seemed at a loss after those few words, he wasn't expecting the gender swap he had seen before him, but it wasn't the gender that had him speechless.

"Give her to me," Lucius demanded pushing himself from the wall then and taking the baby girl swiftly in his arms. Forgetting about the mess she would make he cradled her to his chest, staring in disbelief at the black haired child that cooed in his arms. She nuzzled into his black and green robes seemingly in search of something. Perhaps her twin brother, Lucius wondered to himself. He didn't care, he was entranced by this little wonder, so much like her mother's family; less of a Malfoy, and more of a Black.

The maid came back into the dark room and begun fussing about the little thing in Mr. Malfoy's arms, she plucked the child from her masters hands with little ease, but once the baby girl was free she wrapped an emerald silk around her, just as she had with her brother, and whisked her away.

Narcissa had passed out on the mattress, her blonde hair circled her sharp face in a soft glow, and her high cheekbones shone with a sheen of sweat. Lucius noted that she would have to be cleaned up, and with a look at his own appearance he knew that he better clean up as well.

"See to her," He demanded of the Healer before turning to exit the room in search of a change of clothes, and perhaps a drink. "And then leave."

Narcissa woke in a bathtub nearly four hours later, her bones ached but the hot water was somewhat soothing, she drank the potion that had been placed beside the grand clawfoot tub where she soaked. It took moments to take affect, but she waited patiently before it kicked in and she could stand from the tub without help.

Wrapping herself with a black silk robe and leaving the tub for her house elf to drain, she left the bathroom and stepped into the bedroom where she found her husband fresh and waiting for her.

"How are they Lucius?" She asked with a calm, commanding tone, which for all her efforts could still not hide her incessant curiosity. "Are they beautiful,"

"Exceedingly my dear," Lucius crossed the room to place a kiss to his wife's blonde curls. In her haste to leave the bathroom she hadn't taken care to dry them or place them just so, but it was no matter; she was still so strikingly beautiful.

"Draco and Medella," Lucius took his wife's parted lips up with is own. "They will be the best of the Malfoys and of the Blacks."