May 4th 1983

Paris, French

Pavlov's Petite Boutique

Some people would call Narcissa Malfoy cold, not capable of love, only interested in clothes and her appearance. However, these were the ones who didn't know her at all, who had never even talked to her or seen her in real live. They got their information from the Prophet, Witch Weekly and other papers, who didn't write stories which were true and based on facts, but rather stories which the public wanted to read and were completely made up.

People, who did know the former Black female, also knew that she was capable of love and emotions, but chose to only act on them in closed quarters. Rules of society and proper Pureblood behaviour were drilled in her when she was young, and it was hard not to act by them. As long as her husband and children knew that she loved them, she didn't mind what others thought of her. Those of lesser blood had never held any importance to her.

Her children were the most precious things in the world for her and they could do almost no harm. Her darling boy and her sweet angel, never before had there been two children who were so sweet and beautiful. Her dragon had taken the task upon him of protecting his little sister, saying that she was too small to do it herself. Emmalyn would let him, loving the attention she got from him and his friends. When his friend were over, the children often played 'protecting the princess', this was a game in which one or two were the evil people and the others had to protect the 'princess'. The characters of her babies were every time the same, Draco as protector and Emmalyn as princes.

Every time Narcissa thought about her darlings or whenever she saw them together, her heart would meld and a smile would appear on her face. She knew that Lucius had the same reactions, although he didn't show them as much. He loved them dearly, his son for being such a strong and smart boy and his daughter, or Papilio as he called her, for being so sweet and innocent.

It was a miracle, really, having the two children. They had been trying for years, getting a baby. Nine years if she was correct. During this period she had several miscarriages and the two times she did carry to term, the baby was already dead before the birth. It was devastating; a depression wasn't far off, for both her and Lucius. They would try only once more, confessing to each other that they couldn't take more of it. This time the baby did make it to term and her darling Draco Abraxas Aeneas Malfoy was born. He was perfectly healthy and after only a few months already showed his first bouts of accidental magic, showing that he would be an exceptional wizard when he was older.

Narcissa and Lucius couldn't have been happier with their son, and in one of their celebratory nights they weren't as careful as on others, and Narcissa was once again pregnant. Draco was born on September 14th, 1979, and when 1980 came by, they came to know that another baby would be born in their small family.

On the 19th of August, 1980, Emmalyn Oriana Cleo Malfoy was born. An even bigger miracle than her brother, for she was the first female in centuries who was born in the Malfoy family. Nobody knew how it came that, after that much miscarriages and still born babies, two healthy children were born, not even a year apart. Letter after letter arrived at the Manor, from newspapers who wanted to know what kind of cure or spell they had used and just asking questions about the family in general, to other Pureblood patriarchs who wanted to draw an arranged marriage between their own offspring and one of the Malfoy children.

This was a sore point by the Malfoy patriarch. He only just got his two darlings and to make contracts which would make him give them away, was a horrible thought. His son got a lot of propositions, for a lot of Pureblood families would want to tie themselves to the wealthy and influent House. Lucius knew he had to choose wisely, making the wrong decision could be a deathly one. For his daughter, he also got a lot of propositions, but for her there was already an arranged marriage in place. The next first born female in the Malfoy line would marry to one of the male's who belonged to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Pucey. This was contract was made up over two hundred years ago and was written in blood, which made it unbreakable.

The friendly voice of one of her socialite friends, Azzurra Zabini, woke Narcissa up from her thoughts.

"What do you think about this colour, dear? I heard that emerald green would be in fashion again next month. To have a dressrobe ready by then would be fanciful, don't you think?"

"Aah, it's truly a lovely colour, but I can't stand the dress. Those jewels at the top are a bit overboard. You would do better to look for another dress, but with the same colour."

There were only a few people with who Narcissa could be completely honest and Azzurra was one of them. They had been friends since before Hogwarts, were sorted together into Slytherin and their friendship had never lessened.

Azzurra looked again critically at the dress and had to agree with her friend. While the colour was simply incredible, the dress self was nothing special. A saleswoman was waved over to take the dress back, and the women continued to look for new clothes.

It was an hour later when a frantic looking house-elf plopped in front of them. The eyes were red rimmed and the ears were drooping down.

"Mipsy, what are you doing here? Hadn't I told the Master that I wasn't to be disturbed?"

At Narcissa's harsh words, the elf began to shake and almost couldn't speak.

"Mipsy is being sorry, Mistress. Mipsy ordered by Master to take Mistress home, little Mistress is gone."

"What do you mean, little mistress is gone! Where is my daughter?" At the news that something was wrong with her little Angel, Narcissa became anxious; she wanted to know what was wrong. Azzurra looked with sympathy at her. She knew how dear her children were to Narcissa, she had the same with Blaise.

"Go with the elf, Cissy. I will take care of everything here. Go home and ask Lucius what this is all about."

Her words were soothing, calming Narcissa enough to see the reason behind it and requesting the elf to take her to the Manor. Whoever had hurt her baby girl would wish he or she had never lived, if she got her hands on them.


Wiltshire, England

Master Study, Malfoy Manor

The portraits were rudely awakened by the abrupt appearance of the Mistress of the Manor and her demands of seeing her husband. She wanted to know why he had an elf take her from her shopping trip and why in Circe's name the elf had said that her daughter was gone.

She knew that Lucius had taken Emmalyn with him to the Ministry, because they didn't want to leave her unattended alone with some elves. But what could happen at the Ministry that would result in her daughter being gone?

"Come in."

The deep and strained voice of her husband bade her to open the door and step inside his sanctuary. The study was the most important room of the Manor, it being the oldest and most used one. Inside there were countless of priceless artefacts and contracts which were important to the history of Magical Britain. The portraits of the last two Malfoy patriarchs were hanging on the wall behind the bureau. Abraxas and Hyperion Malfoy, father and grandfather of Lucius Malfoy, were looking very worried, something she had never seen before on their painted faces.

"Cissy, darling, thank you for coming as quickly as you did. I know that you don't like to be interrupted on your shopping trips, but of too great importance to not call you home."

"The elf made it sound serious enough, especially when it told me that my daughter was gone. What did it mean with 'gone', Lucius? I don't want to lose her."

The desperation in Narcissa's voice was clear in the last sentence. Losing her daughter would be a too great of a loss, and a depression would follow most likely.

Lucius sighed deeply. After the imposter had fled through the Floo, he had tried to follow him, having heard to location to which he went, but the Floo-connection had already been cut off. After that he was questioned by Aurors, who were asking if he had any enemies who could have taken his child. His only response to this was a look which was an answer in itself. Some people didn't believe the story he had told about being Imperio'd by the Dark Lord. No, they thought him to be just as bad as the Black heir, who was imprisoned in Azkaban, if not worse.

Even though some people clearly thought him to be evil, his influence was still great in the Ministry. An old family name and money could buy everything, and so he had a huge part of the Aurors looking in the kidnapping of his daughter. He had promised a hefty sum of galleons for the wizard who could bring his Papilio back.

"Please sit down, Cissy, than I can start with telling what has happened."

The stern face of the Malfoy patriarch made that Narcissa followed his orders without complained.

"As you know, I had a meeting at the Ministry this morning and didn't want to leave Emmalyn alone with the elves. So I took her with me to the Ministry and dropped her off at the day-care for employees. At first she made a bit of a fuss about not getting to stay home and playing with the animals outside, but I got her to listen and could go to my meeting. Little more than half an hour later, I came back. The meeting was called off, because Unspeakable Ayers wasn't able to attend.

When I made it back to the day-care, I couldn't find Emmalyn. The lady who keeps taps on who's in and who left, told me that I had been there few minutes before and had taken the girl home with me. Of course I had been enraged when I heard this, because it was impossible. So the only possibility was that someone had pretended to be me and taken our daughter with him. I ran towards the entrance hall and heard there Alexander Zabini calling my name and then speaking with a man who looked exactly like me. It had to be Polyjuice. When I yelled that the bastard had my child, he was almost at the Floo. He wanted to escape with Emmalyn, who at that point started to cry and scream to be released. At the same time stopped the Polyjuice working and his appearance changed back. It was that horrible werewolf friend of your cousin; Lupin is his name I believe. Before I could hit him with a curse, he disappeared through the Floo. He called out Blackburn Lobby, if I'm right."

To say that Narcissa was shocked was an understatement. Her baby had been abducted, by the former best friend of her cousin, the cousin who she had once loved dearly. The werewolf was rumoured to have fought for the Light, but this action was definitely not light. Kidnapping a three year-old, under the pretence of her father, was a cruel thing to do. Her baby girl was probably scared out of her mind; not knowing what was happening and being without the protection of her family.

And Draco, how would they have to tell him that his baby sister, his Lyn as he called her, was gone. That a bad man had taken her and that they didn't know when she would return, if she would return. Ooh, she couldn't handle it. It was all too much. She so scarred for her little girl, so scarred. And with that last thought, she fainted.