First of all, thank you everyone for the reviews and all the alerts, you guys are awesome.

I decided never to make any promises regarding the time of my updates. Sorry. I swear I'm not dead, and this is not on HIATUS or anything like that, I've just been depressed lately, but I have decided to get on with my life, you know, get off my bed, take a shower, see if I can save this semester at uni, and now at least try to write a little. I don't know how this is going to go since I'm still depressed, but it should be interesting.

Narcissa watched amused and a little sad how her husband could not stop himself from touching Severus, light touches on his neck, knee, arm... They were in a reading room of the manor that was attached to the library, discussing the political changes that were happening because of Voldemort's public appearance. Her son was laying down on a large sofa, his head on her lap, letting her pet his hair; probably because this is the first time we see each othersince Yule, thank the Gods it is summer break already; while Lucius and Severus were on a love seat, both enjoying a drink. Tea for Sev, Cognac for Lucius.

"Are we certain Fudge has already stepped down?" Asked the youngest blond.

"Of course, my contacts are infallible." Answered confidently his father.

"And whom do we want as his replace?"

"Rufus Scrimgeour" Said immediately his mother.

"The head of the Auror department? Why? That man hates dark wizards." Spoke incredulously Severus.

"Actually, he does not. He is harsh, I will give you that, but that man is as grey as they come. He goes after light, dark and grey wizards alike, as long as they have committed a crime. There just happen to be a lot of dark wizards among those who break the law." Explained Narcissa.

"Still, that just means he is a ministry man. How does that help us? The ministry is as against our kind as the rest of the world. He will not help us."

"Au contraire, it is precisely because of that clear animosity the ministry has against us that he will help our cause." Said cryptically Lucius, getting a mischievous smile from his wife.

So that's where my godson gets his creepy smile.

"What do you mean father?"

"It is rather simple. A man with a code that strong cannot stand the unfairness we receive. Also, he comes from an old family, so surely he was taught the old ways."

"I cannot believe you both. Draco, help me out here."

"Désolé Sev, but my knowledge of politics is barely better than yours, so I think I'll let the experts in this matters make the decisions this time."

"Cheeky brat." Murmured Severus, sighing when he realized he was three against one, and in his experience, a Malfoy always get what they want.

Au contraire Is there an expresion in English for this? Because I've always see this in English language books and movies.

Désolé Sorry

Not so interesting, although I ended up having a little friction between Severus and Narcissa, which is not what I meant at all. This chapter was actually supposed to start at Hogwarts and have some snogging, plus a lot more going on... I'll get onto that next chapter.

I know this is really short, but I can't bring myself to write more right now and after the long wait, I think you guys deserve at least this small piece.

I hope you guys like this, I'll keep working on it, I'm just not sure when.

Aranwyn