A/N: Yep, I took it off. Then put it back up again. I was disgusted wth the first version. It was so... immature, childish. So this one is M, for future chapters. Instead of T.

I guess getting pregnant matures you a bit. By the way, his name is Estephen Julian Fuentes. ( Estephen after my father, and Julian is a good, strong Bible name)

:)

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As decided by the Minster of Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge, pureblood families are to be inspected at their work place, home, and if needed interviewed themselves. Said family will only be inspected if the Ministry sees fit. This law was passed as a part of the Potter acts. This past April Harry Potter agreed to work with the ministry to put a stop to Voldemorts' rise and the recruiting to Death Eaters. Madam Amelia Susan Bones, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, has agreed to be the master-mind of the whole situation. Agent Dawlish, a well-rounded and well-trained auror only left one comment with us stating, "The series of investigations that we are conducting are more to soothe the public than anything else… but I do not doubt the fact that we might find some interesting information during these…er… investigations." Harry Potter was unavailable for comment. (Continue on page 4).

"That's the absolute late straw. Ever since the ministry has been taking orders from Potter, they've been passing laws to poke us in the chest! Always picking on the little guy…" Narcissa Malfoy complained to her eldest son Draco, and husband Lucius.

"Well, mum, you really can't call us the 'little guy'." Draco smirked. Lucius raised as eye brow while reading the remained of the article. Then he sighed.

"At least we weren't first. The Dolohovs really got it bad. According to the 'article' they caught Antonin just as he was moving everything from his dungeons. And I'll bet money that the Lestranges' are next. And ff not them, then, your family, Cissy, the Blacks." Lucius sipped his tea and looked as his son. He lifted the boys' shirt, leaned in, and blew on his stomach. Logan giggled.

"Father really…" Draco rolled his eyes. If only Logan had been there when Lucius was brainwashed by a half-crazy, half-dead, half-blood. Then, he wouldn't have giggled. Or maybe he would have, you can never know what was going on in the mind of a 4 year old.

"I don't understand you, Draco. You were so excited when Naomi was born…" Narcissa started before Draco cut in.

"I was four. My only emotions were excited and hungry." Draco said flatly, turning back to his oatmeal.

"Well, when Sidney was born, you thought that it was just about the best thing in the world." Lucius continued, while Narcissa nodded.

"Again, I was 7. By the time Logan was born, I was 13 and I wasn't thinking 'yay, a new friend!' By then I was thinking, 'Merlin, not another one.' I don't know how mother can keep popping these things out. It's ridiculous. . ."

Narcissa gasped 'Draco!' and Lucius was about to retort when Draco's eldest sibling walked in.

Violet Malfoy threw opened the doors and dropped her bags at the doorway. His sister was a bit overdramatic. More than a bit, really. She was 21, and was currently 'attending' Salem Witchcraft University. Their parents thought that she was learning the magic of business, like Lucius and like Draco was going to as soon as he graduated Hogwarts. But in reality, she was learning the magical trade of acting. Broadway style. In muggle New York City.

"Violet, sweetie! I was just going to floo you at your dorm! But it's a good thing you came; we've got a huge problem! The ministry has decreed…"

Draco tuned out his mother and stared at his youngest sibling. It was true, his father had changed a lot. Six years ago, Lucius wanted Draco to get branded at the age of 16. He was never a bad father. His judgment was just clouded at the time. He left the 'family', as Voldemort calls it, during Draco's 2nd year. And to show Draco he was a new, changed man he bought him and all of his friends' new brooms. That was the first time Draco told his father that he loved him. Sure it was shallow and materialistic, but he was 12. Like domino effect, soon after Lucius left, Natasha left (Blaise's mother), then the Parkinsons' left, then the Notts' left. After Draco's fifth year, the Travers' left also. These families were close, but there was no relationship closer than the friendship between Draco, Blaise and Theodore. They have been friends since before birth, seeing that their mothers were the best of friends before them. Draco smiled when he thought of Blaise's large family. There were more Zabini's than Malfoy's and that's for sure…

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"Mum! There's an owl from Aunt Narcissa! Should I open it? Okay!" Blaise torn open the letter without waiting for an answer. There was only one line. Read the Daily Prophet.

"Blaise, dear, what does the letter say." His mother walked into the kitchen with a child in each arm, and Leo whining after her. She put Jayden and Jaylen in their highchairs, told Leo to shut up and then turned to Blaise expectantly. "Well?"

"She just said to… read the Prophet." Blaise shrugged. He turned to Jaylen and fed her, her food. The house keeper was sick, and couldn't clean or cook, so Natasha was doing everything. She doesn't believe in nannies, so she takes care of her children herself, but doing all the cooking and cleaning to was to stressful for her, so Blaise helped out as much as possible, being the oldest.

"Are you sure? She knows I don't read that rubbish." she grabbed the letter from the table and read the sentence at least 10 times the ways she was staring at the paper. "Fine. I don't see any hidden messages or anything." when Blaise gave her a weird look she just said, "Your aunt Narcissa is a very weird woman."

"Well, Jayden is absolutely dying to see Logan, and I think Ant has a crush on Naomi so I think we should go visit soon." Say yes, say yes, say yes.

"Vacation just started a week ago, Blaise! What is Draco, your life pump?" Blaise scowled. Just then, his sister Viviana waltzed in. literally. She danced into the kitchen and plopped herself into a chair.

"Blaise! Guess who Ant likes?" she batted her eye lashes and looked at Blaise sweetly. He hated when she did that. She was 13 already; she needed to stop acting like an eight year old.

"Gee, I don't know, Naomi?" he smiled right back at her. She always thought that she knew more about what was going on than Blaise.

"Ew! No! He likes Isabella." she nodded 'intelligently'. Blaise frowned. But Ant told him last night…

"But Ant told me… Wait, what do you mean 'ew'?" Blaise asked her. As far as he knew, she and Naomi were best friends, and for some reason, they were always against Isabella, like some childish war between the three of them. He knew that Isabella like Ant also, but he was pretty sure that Vivi has always been for him and Naomi to go out. While Viviana herself liked, more like lusted after, Draco. Not that he cared much for his sisters' adolescent gossip. It was childish for her to meddle in Antonio's affairs. Speaking of the devil, Antonio Zabini dragged himself into the kitchen not a moment later. Behind him was the legendary Dino himself.

Dino was 10 years old but he has more girls after him than he and Draco combined. This adorable 10 year old had a cute look to him, and he jet black hair was always messy and sticking up at strange angles. He was a bit paler, and perkier, than both Blaise and Antonio, and had piercing blue eyes, but his dimples are what really did the trick. He didn't have to smile to get a trace of dimple on his face. It gave him that loveable, innocent face that all girls love.

Antonio and Blaise were both handsome, but in different ways. Ant always had a small, half-smile on his face. He looked like a heart-breaker, like a bad boy. He had the look that always marked him as the 'bad kid' to teachers. But he's never really had a girlfriend, in all of his 15 years, nor had he ever gotten into serious trouble like Draco or Blaise himself.

As for their appearances, Ant's hair was always slicked back, only letting a few hairs tickle his eyebrows. He had an ear ring too, a small loop one his left lobe. Blaise however, was clean cut. Always dressed well, straight posture, he had the look of a man that would give you a stable life. But every single girlfriend he had never lasted. He had a theory for girls. They just couldn't be trusted with a man's heart. Blaise parted his hair on the side, letting it gaze over his eye, and he wore turtle necks in the winter, and he doesn't even own a pair of trainers, and, most importantly he has the mind of a killer. If he wanted to, he could have already succeeded to what the Dark Lord was trying to do. It was all about strategy in his opinion.

Strategy to help Draco win Quidditch games, since he couldn't play to save his life, strategy to get girls, even study strategies. And the one golden rule, never underestimate the enemy. And Voldemont is doing just that. This was why he is losing the war.

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Jacqueline Nott sighed and looked through the mail. It seems these days that the ministry was just trying to get money and more money out of them. Her husband, Alexander, worked to hard and long for the large fortune that they had. And they had four children to take care of. The ministry and that stupid, stupid, Potter boy had no idea how they lived. Natasha is dying over stress, Cissy is trying to hold her family to together and it just seems like nothing was working. The Pureblood families had started fighting within each other. The community is split, the Dark Lord followers, and the Order followers. There was no in between anymore.

The people who followed the Order decided to make the word 'mudblood' taboo. So whoever used it would automatically be labeled a Dark Lord follower. Not that she used that sort of language, neither did any of her children, or her friends, it was just unfair that they just labeled someone by the words they used. Not only Death Eaters hate muggleborns, she personally had nothing against them, but there were people who stuck to old beliefs and thought that muggleborns were really dirty. And those same exact people refuse to join the Dark Lord. One of those people is her very own mother.

Back when Alexander split from the Death Eaters, she couldn't have been more relived, but now, without the financial support, it seemed like a foolish, done out of haste decision. She had half a mind to go back with the Dark Lord… and after what was in the Prophet this morning, and what Cissy told her. It seemed smart to go back to her family's old ways.

But then, her youngest daughter, Olivia, walked in. She was 5 years old, and excited about finally being about to go to a primary muggle school in the fall, the one her siblings went too. A school that she wouldn't be able to go to if they still followed the Dark Lord, just because he doesn't like muggles.

Then the part of her that wanted to go back to her old ways disappeared.

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A/N: I hope it was okay. =/