A/N: This Chapter will be background information/ introduction of the main characters that you will see throughout the story. Sort of like a Prologue ~

"Oh Hector! She is absolutely precious," cooed Phoebe, "Our family finally feels complete." Hector smiled down at his wife and newborn baby, Astoria. He then looked up to see his other two children running into the room, squealing of joy at the newest addition to the family.

"Daphne, Darling, please stop screaming, you are going to scare your little sister.. You don't want her to be scared of you already," warned Phoebe.

"Okay Maman," 2 year old Daphne responded, pouting at her snickering brother. Hector looked at his 7-year-old son, Alex, and raised his eyebrow and smiled. He thought to himself, "only age seven, yet already letting people take all of the blame for something he was apart of? He's a Slytherin through and through."

The Greengrass Family was part of the Pureblood Elite in the Wizarding World. Originally hailing from France, they came to England and made a home in Wiltshire, Greengrass Gardens. Their bloodline was amongst the purest and wealthiest, and they were well known for the family business: Greengrass Banking and investments.

Hector and Phoebe opted to live a quieter and less hectic life for the sake of their children. A pregnant Phoebe had been in a state of disarray during the First Wizarding War. She was constantly fussing and panicking over the safety of her little boy and soon to be newborn girl.

She wept for weeks after their neighbors, the Bones family was found murdered. A rather large family was minimized to just a few members within a short time span.

"Phoebe, they were blood traitors. How could you weep for them! "He- Hect- Hector.." sputtered Phoebe, "How can I not? Not all of them were blood traitors.. Arvin Bones was to be a Death Eater, and now look! He's dead. Please.. Don't join them.. Please.. Alex and Daphne, they're just babies.."

And with that, Hector Greengrass promised his wife that he would never join the cause. So when his best friends Lucius, Theo, and Augustus came knocking on his door, he made up the excuse of being a, "silent partner." While he was not directly part of the Death Eater squad, he would certainly financially support them while they attended to the dirty work. Hector, like Alex, would rather let other people take the blame for messes that he took part of.

7 years later

"Aren't they just lovely, Phoebe?! We should just start planning the wedding right now," gushed Florence Nott.

"Young love is quite beautiful, isn't it ladies? I remember my first love…" sighed Gwyneth Yaxley.

Gwyneth, Florence, and Phoebe admired the sight of nine year olds Daphne Greengrass and Theodore Nott sitting under a tree. Phoebe smiled while watching her daughter theatrically exclaim a story to the quiet boy. Daphne could be a real headache at times, dubbed the family's drama queen – but Theodore looked at her with deep admiration.

"Gwyn", "Flor", and Phoebe were dorm mates back a Hogwarts, along with Narcissa (Cissy) Malfoy, nee Black, and Franchesca (Cheska) Zabini. The five women took a vow that they would have children around the same time and raise them to be the best of friends and hail from only the purest of families.

And today, they were gathered at one of the tables at Draco Malfoy's ninth birthday party. The party was filled with Death Eaters, Former Slytherins, and basically everyone part of the Pureblood Elite. Within in this dark atmosphere ran little children, so carefree and ignorant to the politics and hatred surrounding them.

If only these moments would last.

Narcissa abruptly sat down next to the three ladies, looking exhausted.

"Cissy.. Are you Oka-"

"NO. I'm not okay! Andromeda sent Draco a present, and OF COURSE father sees it getting delivered, and now he and Bella are absolutely livid! Thinking that I still keep in touch with that blood traitor… I haven't even seen her since mother's funeral! Now it's time to cut the cake and I cannot even find my child. Draco's ninth birthday is ruined!" whined Narcissa.

"What's Princess Cissy whining about now?"

Everyone looked up to see Franchesca Zabini approaching the table. Fashionably late, as always.

"Cheska, my son's party started two hours ago. Where have you been? All of the boys have been looking for Blaise and the men have been asking where Gabriel is."

"Gabriel and I had a small argument. He won't be coming and I hardly doubt that he and I will be a "we" for any longer."

The ladies quieted. Franchesca Zabini was the most beautiful witch anyone would ever lay their eyes on. She was also very independent (refusing to change her last name or giving her children their fathers' last names), clever, and above all, mysterious. Cheska had a string of husbands, Gabriel was possibly the sixth or seventh – everyone had lost count already. After an argument, her husbands would stop making appearances and then mysteriously die, leaving Cheska a very wealthy widow. Her beauty allowed her to walk away from these deaths without and trials or arrests. Yet again, no one knew if she actually was the one to murder her husbands – but for the sake of safety, no one questioned her. Ever.

"Mrs. Malfoy!" yelped a nervous boy. All eyes focused on Gregory Goyle and Lucas Yaxley. "D'ya happen to know where Draco is? We're short one boy for our quidditch game!"

Narcissa groaned and Gregory and Lucas took a step back, scared of a possible outburst from the Malfoy matriarch. "No, I'm sorry boys. It seems that my irresponsible son has forgotten that he has guests and is roaming around somewhere." The boys nodded and began to walk away.

"LUCAS! You make sure to wear padding, okay? Mummy doesn't want her baby to get any bruises!" Gwyneth yelled out. Lucas's face reddened and the boys began to snicker and crack jokes.

Soon after, Daphne came to the women and said, "Maman, Mrs. Malfoy, Astoria and Draco went up to Draco's room with Alex! Alex said he wanted to give Draco advice about Hogwarts!"

As Narcissa stood up, Phoebe shot up as well, "Oh Gods.. if they're with Alex, I'd better go with you."

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"What is it like Alex?" asked an intrigued Draco.

"Drake, It's brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" answered Alex.

"Oh Alex, tell Draco about how you're a quidditch star! And how you're going to be a prefect next year," Astoria awed.

"No way! Alex..? You're going to be a prefect?"

"Yeah, mate. The teachers adore me, naturally," scoffed the elder boy, "I mean, I've pretty much scored the position as head boy."

"HEAD BOY?! But you're only an incoming 5th year!"

Alex laughed and stood up, heading for the door. He turned around and with a smirk, said, "Maybe one day you'll learn to be as charming as me, Draco."

After Alex had left the room, Astoria and Draco stayed laying next to eachother on Draco's rug, staring at the constellations painted on his ceiling. These were the constellations from which his entire family took their names, including him. Astoria turned her head so that she was now facing Draco and took hold of his hand, "Don't worry Drakey, I know you'll be headboy when we're in Hogwarts."

Draco turned and looked at his younger best friend, "I really hope so Astoria."

"Promise me then!"

"Promise you what?"

"That you'll be head boy and that you'll be on the quidditch team! Actually, promise me that you'll be Quidditch captain as well."

"Stori, are you mental? How do I promise those things? I don't have control of that! I'm only nine!"

Astoria Sat up and looked down at her bestfriend, "Well, obviously you won't be nine forever, Draco! And you can find a way, I'm sure of it. Promise me."

"I don't want to make promises I can't keep."

"Draco…"

Draco looked up and watched Astoria pout and smiled at her. This girl will be the death of me, he thought.

"Y'know sometimes I wonder why I chose a baby to be my bestfriend. You're awfully immatu-" Astoria whacked Draco before he could finish, "YOU GIT"

"ASTORIA KATHERINE GREENGRASS! THAT IS NO WAY TO BEHAVE. ESPECIALLY TO THE BIRTHDAY BOY. APOLOGIZE NOW." Yelled Phoebe from the doorway. Draco and Astoria were speaking so animatedly about the promise that they did not even hear the door open.

"Oh.. Mrs. Greengrass, it's okay! Astoria and I were just joking, don't be mad at her!"

"DRACO! Where have you been?! You have guests downstairs all here for you and here you are, cooped up in your room, teaching Astoria bad manners. You should be ashamed of yourself. Go downstairs right now," yelled Narcissa as she pointed out the door, "It's time to cut your cake."

Draco exited the room and Astoria held her mother's hand as they descended down the stairs. Everyone clapped as Draco stood on a chair looking down at his huge birthday cake. After they all sang Happy Birthday, Draco scanned the crowd and his eyes fell on his best friend. He smiled, blew his candles out, and silently made a wish.

"Please let me keep these promises."