Hello All,

I would like to say I am my own stalker and I saw a lot of hit to the story. I'm delighted some of the people in the Harry Potter fandom gave the story a look. I was quite surprised I was able to churn out another chapter so quickly. Now Guys, don't get spoiled by the quick chapters. Due to my track record with postings that probably won't last. The subject of Snape had littered my thoughts, and I realized I made him slightly OC. I hope you are all alright with that.

I realized last night that writing Narcissa is one of the most fun characters to play around with. She had such a minimal role in the movies and books, but her actions could be felt far and wide. I could basically write Narcissa anyway I want and she would not be out of character. This is what I kept in mind while writing her: Powerful Dark Slythern Witch with a sense of morality. While reading the books or watching the movies her devotion is only to those she loves with her whole heart. She would do anything to keep them safe and sound. This is the Narcissa Malfoy Black I want to portray. She is not in a realm of light and dark, but in an area of varying different shades of grey.

I hope you all enjoy this new chapter and I thank you for your support.

~Snow


She was happy she took Hermione's idea of an expandable bag when she packed for this trip to the past. She had raided Hermione's home is search of anything that she can use to convinced the others of her allegiance to the young woman. She had books and notes that she read, from the girl about the adventure to be ahead of them as well as her diary. She charmed the bag so that only she could open it. Before she left the clearing she took out a new set of clothes, and scourgified the dirty ones then shoved them in her bag. She found she had been wearing a lot of grey lately and black and midnight or indigo blues. A part of her knew why. She was in mourning for her friend. She took this mission because she wanted change, she wanted her friend back, and she found her days under the regime of Potter far worse than that of the Dark Lord. He got away with everything. He forced himself to be minister and made every illicit act, and many non-illicit one, a law. He had absolute control. Looking for Hermione's killers had made him into a mad man. She later found that it was a love unrequited. The Potter boy married the Weasley girl because he could not have the girl he always wanted, Hermione. Narcissa was quite shocked when Hermione told her that both boys were nothing more than brothers to her. She never asked why but Narcissa had her suspicions when she, Hermione, Draco, and Astoria had lunch and talked about their upcoming marriage and patterns, locations, and complementary colors. The young woman didn't seem interested and from time to time she found her brown eyes gazing into her blue. She never thought of it when Hermione would reach out for her hand or playfully smack her arm as she laughed aloud at Narcissa's antics in school, and Draco's cute moments as he grew up. To Narcissa Hermione Granger seemed older and then younger than her years. Almost as if she was a woman out of time.

Narcissa shook her head of those thoughts unsure of too many things but sure of one thing, Hermione Granger was the most important person in her life next her son. She knew the reason she took this mission was her desperation to save the only truly good thing to happen to her in a very long time. Now dressed in a pair of black boots, black pants, black turtle neck shirt, and a grey pea coat with a hood she can charm to hide her face, she apparated to a little shack on a beach. Once she got there she saw nothing, no shack, no signs of life, just the ocean calmly surging to and from the shore. She reached into her bag and took out her book and looked for the large dune of sand on the beach where they buried Dobby, and then 100 meters north was the house. She looked up and then there was nothing. She walked toward the location of the house slowly and cautiously. When she came to close she was detoured. She smiled and crossed her arms and stood on the beach and waited. It was some time but eventually Severus began to walk down the beach followed by Bill Weasley and Fleur De Lacour Weasley. Apparently Bill called in the Cavalry. Narcissa stood and pulled the hood back on her coat to make sure they knew exactly who she was and she was sure Severus had filled Bill in an anomaly in the time continuum and she was to help.

"Good evening Severus, Mr. and Mrs Weasley. I think we must be getting inside I require assistance," Narcissa looked at her watch and grimaced, "in the next 4 hours." Narcissa looked the group, her pure-blood upbringing shone as she directed and ordered in the way of a politician or diplomat, always forceful, but never with force, with that you can get what you desire. Bill sighed and Narcissa tossed him an object. He fumbled it in his hand and then Bill looked up. He knew exactly what it was, he was there at the will reading when Harry got it. It was the first snitch Harry had caught and was given to him by the minister. The boy kept it with him always, and Bill knew now in his heart that she was not a threat.

Once in the cottage Fleur busied herself and made tea while Severus and Bill sat down. Narcissa refused to sit as she didn't feel she was exactly welcomed. Time was of essence and she glanced at her watch again and knew that Harry, Hermione, and Ron were in a clearing about to get caught by the snatchers. She would have loved nothing more than to go back to that moment but there were people in her dungeon who needed rescuing too.

"First, Mrs. Malfoy, I would like to tell you we are very surprised by your shift to our side, to the light," Bill couldn't get another word out as Narcissa narrowed her eyes and stepped forward from the shadows and glared at him with ice in her blue eyes.

"I am not on a side. My allegiance is only to Hermione Granger. She is my mission," Narcissa spoke coldly as she set the Wesley straight.

"Alright then why should we help you?" Fleur asked as she set down cups.

"I don't particularly care about a time line so I'll just come out and say it. When Hermione dies a new Dark Lord is born. We must keep her alive," Narcissa said as she finally sat down and took the offered tea from Fleur.

"Again, Mrs. Malfoy, why should we help you? You are a self-proclaimed dark witch, wouldn't that future be more in line with your ideals," asked Fleur. Narcissa sat back and eyed the young witch and had to admit she married down. She was smart, charismatic, and used her veela powers to get what she wanted and in this instance it was information. Narcissa knew of this by reading Hermione's diary about Fleur, but it was still a matter of worth. And Fleur was worth something much more than a bumbling dunderhead of a Weasley, no finesse.

"It isn't a great future when the Dark Lord in power hates light and dark witches and wizards with the same intensity, just to find the killers of a dead girl," Narcissa leveled the group with that information, "Now can I get some help or am I going to have to turn in this little hovel as a light wizard safe house?"

"So you will get the people in the dungeon, free Potter and Weasley and if there is anything in the way crush it," Narcissa instructed the freed house elf.

"Bu-bu- but Dobby does want to crush or kill anyone," Dobby said squeakily. Narcissa had to press her fingers to the bridge of her nose and squeeze away the impending headache. She only had an hour and she needed to get into the manor so she can call on him for back up.

"Dobby, I am not asking you to kill them, but if anything gets in the way of you saving Harry Potter and his friends what would you do?" asked Narcissa softly as she placed a hand on the house elf's shoulder. She would have never done that 10 years ago but she needed this little creature and in the far… far recesses of her heart she was growing to like him for his devotion. She just hoped she could save him too now. She would hate for a valuable resource such as him to die.

"Dobby knows Malfoy Manor better than anyone, and I will not let Harry Potter down! I will save Harry Potter and his friends!" he exclaimed with determination and grit in his eyes. Narcissa looked down and smiled at the house elf and nodded. It was all that was needed.

Narcissa Malfoy stood in front of Malfoy manor and before she waved her arm to open the gate she placed a notice-me –not spell over her, and charmed her hood to draw the shadows around her and conceal her face. As long as she kept that hood on she would be concealed and she would go unnoticed even if her notice-me-not spell failed they would never see her face.

With a wave of her arm and a silencing charm on her feet she walked toward her home. She smirked when she realized Lucius was a moron and she got everything, her money and his, when he crossed the wrong death eater in Knockturn Alley and was cursed for his efforts. To this day she doesn't know what the altercation was about but he died, Draco was now Lord Malfoy, and they prospered out from underneath his dark shadow. She cast another spell on the doors as she opened and closed them. She forgot how dark it was when she lived under the iron rule of Voldemort. She walked to the large room where she heard her sister shriek and cackle and to this day it sent shivers down her spine. Then she heard a scream. It was her. She poke Dobby's name under breath and lingered in the shadows. The Cruciatus curse caused her young friend to contort and spasm. She waited for the sign from Dobby, and she silently grit her teeth praying for the little elf to hurry up. Then her sister threw the girl down and she watched her other self. She watched her other self-watch but the eyes, she hated it but she had to. She had to watch or be punished. She hated the torture of children. Adults, people who deserved it, old grabby men, or even drunk husbands who hit their wives, but never children. Narcissa watched Bellatrix play with the girl like a panther would play with their food. She looked to the tunnel and then watched for any sign of life. Then a tiny pop was heard. Narcissa watched as her younger self saw the tiny creature throw out his hand and threw Bellatrix off the girl but the dark witch was too much, Narcissa disarmed her sister as she ran forward slid on her legs as if she was a muggle baseball player stealing home base and when she got to Hermione she apparated to the Cottage.

There on the beach she looked the girl over and raised her friend's sleeves and sighed with relief that Belatrix wasn't able to scar the young girl with her status. She was about to pop back to the manor to help the little elf when she heard the sound of the elf and his cargo hit to beach. She looked up and saw the boys and then Bill and fleur ran toward them. Harry and Ron kept asking about Hermione and where she was but she wasn't able to give the girl up yet.

Something in her exploded when she was able to wrap her arms around the girl. She felt eyes open and a weak hand raise to push the hood back from her face but Narcissa caught it. One of the last faces she saw was hers as her sister, her blood, tortured her. She could never begin to cope with that.

"Who… are…you?" Gritted Hermione between spasms of pain. Narcissa wished in that moment she could tell her, tell her she was happy she helped her friend escape a fate that was meant to be far worse and haunt her for years to come, but she just held Herminie's hand away from her hood. She shook it and said nothing. Hermione lost consciousness, as she Narcissa placed the girls hand down to Hermione's stomach. Narcissa stood and levitated the girl to the shack where she would regain her strength and fight the rest of the war.

When Fleur walked down from the second story in the wee hours of the night she saw Narcissa starring into the embers of a slowly dying fire. When Fleur tossed one more log on the fire she murmured Incendio and the fire roared to life once more. When she sat with a cup of tea she studied the older woman. Then Narcissa slid her blue eyes to Fleur's and then back to the fire.

"You must really care for her," Fleur whispered into the space between them.

"Yes," Narcissa confirmed without hesitation. She didn't know how much she cared for her but she did. She needed to get back to her own time. But she was unsure of when that was.

The veela left the brooding woman in peace as she contemplated her next move. The next morning when the inhabitants of the cottage woke and stirred, then made their way to the kitchen, it was a stiff Hermione that found the letter.

What you seek next will be found in Bellatrix Lastrange's vault. Seek the help of the goblin, and give him what he asks.

A Friend

Hermione sat as tea brewed. Was this the friend with no face that saved her from Malfoy Manor? Who was that? Why would they not let her see their face? Hermione shook her head, too many questions. She snapped out of it as she heard Harry and Ron tromp down stairs at a loss for where they needed to go next. It was a tired, but smiling Hermione that waved a slip of paper in the air before them.


Authors Post Note:

I just couldn't kill the little house elf. I cried when I saw it in the movie and I love the little dude. Like Narcissa stated just above, I would hate for a valuable resource such as him to die. Dont kill me for this. Its fan fiction for a reason.

Thanks for reading.

Snow