Summary: A girl had not been born into the Malfoy family in centuries. After the first defeat of Lord Voldemort, Lucius must flee, leaving his wife with a terrible secret. How will he react to the news of his second child? How will this girl affect the lives of her family and the rest of the wizarding world? And most of all, will she suffer the same fate as the last Malfoy female?

Author's Note: I previously wrote the first three chapters of this story and had it posted here a few years ago. Recently I decided that I loved the idea but my writing had changed so much that I am rewriting it and then continuing where I left off. I hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Just as everyone else writing here, I do not own Harry Potter, though I wish I did.

There is Hope

Chapter One: Unplanned Events

Jack-o-lanterns lined the long path from the gate to the front door of Malfoy Manor. Narcissa Malfoy stood on the front steps, and with a wave of her wand, lit the many pumpkins. They glowed in the night, casting and eerie appearance over the castle, perfect for the Halloween Ball. The guests would be arriving soon and Narcissa needed to be back upstairs, ready for her grand entrance from the top of the staircase. It was Malfoy tradition that the Mistress of the house descended the stairs at the Halloween Ball, only after the pureblood guests had gathered in the hall. Narcissa took one last look at the magnificent jack-o-lanterns before floating back into the house and up the stairs to prepare for the evening.

The guests had arrived and filled the grand hall of Malfoy Manor to the brim. The dark mahogany floor had been shinned by the house elves for hours before the party. Now, an orchestra sat in a corner, playing soft music that could be heard in every room of the house, along with the gardens. It was a cool night, but Lucius knew those gardens would be used, especially with the many alcoves grown into them. Death Easters were so predictable. Even with their wives in the same room, they acted like Hogwarts students, gallivanting after younger women. But, Lucius Malfoy was determined to make this Halloween party the best Malfoy Manor had ever seen. It was the first year he was in charge of the Ball, and the first time many of his friends would be in the company of his first born son, Draco, as was custom of the Halloween Ball.

Lucius stood in the center of the hall, chatting with Antonin Dolohov. Suddenly, the music stopped, then trilled to get the attention of the many elegantly dressed guests. The top of the grand staircase was illuminated, and out of the shadows walked Narcissa Malfoy. All eyes were on the gorgeous blond as she made her way down the steps in her deep green dress robes. The front dipped just enough to reveal a tiny cleft in her breasts, not exposing more than was appropriate for the lady of Malfoy Manor. Lucius, too, gazed at the wife he had come to deeply care for during the past three years of their arranged marriage. At twenty-six years old, Lucius Malfoy couldn't ask for more.

When Narcissa reached the bottom of the stairs, a small house-elf was waiting for her. In his arms lay the small, giggling heir to the Malfoy fortune. Draco Malfoy was lifted out of the house-elf's arms and into his mother's. The soft music resumed and Narcissa walked towards her husband with the baby boy in her arms.

"You look lovely, my dear," Lucius boasted as his wife joined his side. He placed a kiss on her cheek and rubbed his hand over Draco's head, just dusted with white blond hair that matched his fathers. Dolohov had moved on, and next to Lucius now stood Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange.

"Simply ravishing," Rodolphus agreed, smirking in Lucius' direction.

"Watch it Lestrange," Lucius replied. "That's my wife your talking about. In front of your wife, I might add."

The four laughed good naturedly.

"Cissy, how is little Draco doing?" Bellatrix asked, smiling down at her nephew.

"He's doing wonderful."

"And speaking of, we should start making the rounds, introduce Draco to the guests," Lucius intervened. Narcissa nodded her head in agreement.

"We'll catch up with you two later," Narcissa said, grabbing her sisters hand in departure.

Lucius and Narcissa made their way around the large hall, showing off their son. In attendance were many powerful men and women, some Death Eaters, some Ministry members, but all following the ways of the Dark Lord. Even so, they fawned over the little boy with grey eyes like his father. Draco smiled and cooed at Lord Voldemort's followers as they tickled his chin. Soon, though, Draco became tired and was returned to the house elf and sent off to bed.

While many of the guests danced and talking amiably in the middle of the hall, in a dark corner of the ballroom, Lucius was huddle in hushed conversation with Bellatrix and Severus Snape.

"You say he is going to the Potter's tonight Severus? Are you sure?" Bellatrix asked in excited anticipation.

"Of course I'm sure Bella," Severus replied sharply. "Soon it will all be over." His face remained cold, but deep in his eyes, sadness flickered for just a second. It was unobserved by both Bellatrix and Lucius.

"Tonight will be a grand night indeed," Lucius said, a smug smile creeping across his face. "Tonight the Potter's will die and the Dark Lord will be unstoppable."

The three slowly separated and returned to the party, keeping the information to themselves. Being entrusted with such information was the greatest privilege a Death Eater could have. Severus had been ordered to tell Lucius and Bellatrix only, and now that his mission was complete, he wished to blend into the crowd until the night ended. Lucius and Bella, however, returned to the center of the party with their spouses, euphoric with the news they had been told.

It was close to eleven and the party was still in full swing. Lucius and Narcissa danced elegantly in the center of the ballroom, many eyes on the beautiful couple. It was obvious that Draco would grow to be a handsome man with parents like Lucius and Narcissa. Just as Lucius dipped his wife, her long hair almost grazing the ground, a loud bang was heard from the front of the manor. The double doors burst open and a man ran into the ballroom. He was out of breath and panting, like he had been running for miles, not just up the long pathway to the manor. The hall went silent. Even the orchestra stopped playing.

"The Dark Lord is dead," Callias Avery said when he finally found his voice. "He has been destroyed by the Potter boy."

The hall stayed silent, no one daring to move or knowing what to say.

"Don't lie!" Bellatrix's shrill voice rang out among the crowd at last. "The Dark Lord cannot die!"

"I swear it is so Bellatrix," Avery continued, his voice shaky. He would be a fool to not fear the wrath of Bellatrix Lestrange at a time like this. He address the room full of Voldemort's supporters.

"The Dark Lord gained the whereabouts of James and Lilly Potter. He arrived at their home in Godric's Hollow and killed them both. He went to kill the boy but his spell rebounded. No one knows what really happened, but he's gone. He's gone."

Avery lost his balance and two men grabbed his arms, pulling him back to his feet. His words hung in the air like the Dark Mark over a home. Suddenly the room was full of shouts and people running to their loved ones. The guests rushed to the doors in a panic, pushing into others and sliding across the still sparkling floor. The room was in chaos that spilled out the front door. The supports of Lord Voldemort ran down the long drive of Malfoy Manor, still lighted by the floating jack-o-lanterns. Once outside the main gates, the guests were able to Apparate away.

Back inside, Lucius and Narcissa stood in the center of the hall, Lucius' arm still around Narcissa's waist as it had been during their dance, watching their guests flee. Suddenly Bella tugged on Lucius' sleeve.

"We must go Lucius. They will be after us," she cried in her chilling voice, her husband standing behind her, a look of terror on both their faces. She tugged again and he was pulled away from his wife. The separation seemed to bring him back to the present.

"You're right," he said before turning to his wife. "I must leave Narcissa." She already had tears in her eyes.

"I know."

"I'll return as soon as it's safe." Lucius cupped his wife's cheek and kissed her soft lips. He felt a tear run down her cheek and onto his own.

"Watch after Draco," he said, pulling away. Narcissa nodded. She looked to her sister.

"Be careful Bella. And look after him?"

"Of course, Cissy, but we must go."

The remaining guests were still hurriedly making their way to the door. It had only been seconds, though it felt like years. Lucius took one last look at his wife before grabbing onto Bella's hand, who was already holding Rodolphus'. With a loud 'pop' they were gone, and Narcissa stood in the ballroom in her elegant gown, alone.

x x x

After her tears had dried and the pops and cracks of the guests Apparating had ended, Narcissa quickly made her way up the staircase she had descended just hours earlier. She rushed down the long hallway, walls lined with portraits of previous Malfoy men and their wives.

"What happened?"

"Where did everyone go so suddenly?"

"Do answer us for once!"
Questions and obscenities were fired at Narcissa as she made her way to Draco's bedroom. She ignored the portraits, holding her head high. Dobby the house elf was watching over the small child as he slept.

"Go to the kitchen," Narcissa barked at the small creature. "Do not return until you are called for."

Fearful of punishment, the tiny elf was gone with a tiny 'pop' and Narcissa was alone with her son. She let her shoulders slump, safe from the portraits, able to show her sorrow once more. She walked over to the cradle and looked down at Draco. She reached out a hand to graze her fingers against his soft cheek. Draco turned his small body into her touch and smiled in his sleep. Narcissa bit back the tears threatening to spill for the second time that night.

"Sleep well, my little wizard," she said. "You father had to leave for a little while, to keep us safe."

She took a step back and sat in the cherry wood, black velvet chair at the edge of the cradle.

"He was too far in the inner circle," she continued to herself. She couldn't hold back the tears any longer and they spilled from beneath her lids once again. Narcissa was not a Death Eater, though she agreed with the Dark Lord's ways just as her husband did, and would not be arrested without the Dark Mark on her forearm as proof of her allegiance. She knew Lucius and her sister would have to hide for months to keep the Ministry from finding them and sending them to Azkaban for following the Dark Lord. Once the mayhem died down, then Lucius would be able to come back and pay his way out of trouble.

Narcissa fell asleep in the chair next to Draco's cradle that night, and many nights that followed the downfall of Lord Voldemort and the absence of her husband.

x x x

It had been two weeks since Lucius fled from Malfoy Manor and almost as long that Narcissa had been sick after eating breakfast alone in the large dining room. At first, she figured she was upset over Lucius leaving and not having her sister to confide in about it, but she felt fine the rest of the day. She had felt like this once before, and Lucius and Bella had been with her then. Fearing that she was right, Narcissa dressed for the day and Apparated to St. Mungo's to speak to a Healer.

Inside the hospital, Narcissa felt anxious. She needed Lucius by her side for this. If she was pregnant, as she suspected, it would be his heir inside her womb. He should be here.

"Mrs. Malfoy?" a witch questioned from a doorway. Narcissa's head snapped up to look at the woman.

"The Healer is ready for you now."

Narcissa stood from the chair and followed the young woman, probably a Training Healer, through the door and down a hallway into an examination room. The woman motioned for Narcissa to sit on the examination table.

"Healer Thomas will be right in," the woman said and backed out of the room, leaving the door cracked. Narcissa sat on the table, ankles crossed, her long, slim fingers laced in her lap. She was not only a Malfoy, but a Black as well, and she was taught never to fidget, even in a situation like this where it was needed. She was alone for only a few seconds when Healer Thomas, the same woman who had helped deliver Draco, walked into the room.

"Narcissa, how lovely to see you. Are you doing alright?" Healer Thomas wasn't a supporter of the light or dark, at least not at work, but knew, just as the rest of Magical London did, that Lucius was in hiding.

"Oh yes, I'm lovely," Narcissa answered in a cheery tone. She masked her sorrow well.

"I hear you think you may be pregnant again?"

Narcissa nodded her head in agreement.

"Well then, let's take a look and see. Just lie back for me."

Narcissa did as instructed and the Healer pulled out her wand from the pocket of her robes and waved it in a circle over Narcissa's belly. A soft yellow light appeared and the Healer smiled.

"You were right Narcissa, you're pregnant," the Healer said with a smile. Narcissa picked her head up from the table to look at the woman. She moved a hand to place on her stomach. She was having another baby. Narcissa smiled at the news.

"Would you like to know the sex?"

Narcissa laid back down, a smile still on her face and replied, "Sure." She didn't need the Healer to tell her the sex of her child. She knew she was having a boy. Narcissa closed her eyes and waited for Healer Thomas. She waved her wand once again, and the yellow light slowly shifted.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Malfoy," the witch said. "It's a girl."

Narcissa shot up from the table, forgetting about decorum and looked at her stomach. The once yellow light on her stomach was now a pale pink. She paled. This was bad.