Astoria lay in the bed she had shared with her husband. Her mind travelled along the path that the Fates had woven for her.

Her life spun further by Clotho every time Lachesis thought of another event, or direction her life should take. It was only now, at the age of ninety four, that Atropos was sharpening her scissors to cut it.

She had never really expected anything in life; only to marry another pureblood. She had never thought that she would marry Draco Malfoy. Never thought that he would give her the love she deserved and a beautiful son.