This is what happens when the blackness closes in and the walls you built around yourself crumble and fall. This is the life you choose, are choosing. It is the little things that make it unbearable, but it will pass, everything passes eventually one will find. Life, love, happiness, sadness, it all passes. Phases upon phases plague this life, our lives, But no matter what my dear, no matter how many tunnels we must travel through, how many loops and rings and twists and turns we must travel through. I shall travel through them with you.

Life is nothing without you. How am I to exist without your well-hidden gentleness and your rough caress? I shan't, I shall simply die if you continue with this life you chose, this life you are choosing.

You are no longer the man I knew, and I can't quite bring myself to like the man you are becoming. This killing, taunting, hurting, breaking; it is ridiculous! Must you treat others so. You are cruel you are ruthless but as I have said before, as I will say again over and over and over until it is a never ending mantra burned into our brains: I shall do anything for you my love.

I love you, not what you are becoming (became) but you, because I know, I simply know, that deep down you do not wish for our son to grow up in this world, and you do not want our son to have to atone for our sins, you do not want to kill.

But it is kill or be killed now a days. Our son shall simply be a symbol of my love for what once was, what shall never be again.

And as the day fades to night Narcissa Malfoy finally realizes, that her son is the only thing that's left now, everything else is merely floating away on a breeze that smells of rot, decay, blood, and death.

Everything else is simply gone, she was wrong; sometimes phases are not simply phases. Sometimes when people change, they change permanently.

All hope is lost as she clutches the small blue bundle to her breast. All hope is lost and the only thing that remains is her blond haired grey eyed baby boy.