We stayed at Malfoy Manor that night, I was uncomfortable staying at the Weasleys. The younger Weasley siblings were a bit skittish of me, probably due to not knowing much about me. Charlie had told them my married name and not my maiden name, though he loved to tease me about it.
As far as any of them knew I met Charlie during the Second Wizarding War in Romania, which was true enough. What they didn't know was that I had been living with Nadia and we had been approached to fight for the side of the light. Nadia refused preferring to stay out if it, Charlie had convinced me to get involved.
Charlie's parents had been suspicious at first, but had warmed up to me over the last 13 years or so. The younger siblings, and their spouses still remained suspicious, I supposed that is what happens when you grew up as they did, fighting the darkness that threatened to overcome them.
The day after arriving at Malfoy Manor I apparated over to the Burrow, leaving my father to be entertained by Narcissa. I was immediately greeted by Molly, Charlie's mother.
"Stella, dear. Sit down, sit down. I'm so happy to see you. Charlie said you wouldn't be here until Christmas Day!" Molly said, offering me a seat at her table. "You look half starved, here have some tea and sandwiches."
"Thank you, Molly," I said, Molly always said the same thing during each of my visits. I had prepared ahead of time not eating anything before coming. I sipped the tea she brought me and munched on the sandwiches before asking, "I was wondering what Charlie had told you about me coming for Christmas."
Molly peered at me, studying me, probably trying to figure out why I asked. "Well, he said you would be coming and you would be bringing your father, if we were okay with that."
I sat back and looked at her as I finished my tea. "I see, did he tell you anything else?"
"I'm not sure what you are asking dear." Molly replied confused.
"She's asking if Charlie told you that her father is a vampire." Came a voice from the doorway.
I looked over and saw Charlie's sister-in-law, Hermione. "Hello Hermione." I said with a smile. "And I was just about to ask that."
Hermione grinned and sat down at the table. "I can't wait to meet for father." Her eyes bright with excitement. "Oh the things he must have seen!"
Molly stared at us in shock. "Now see here Hermione, you've broken Molly." I chided teasingly. I stood up and poured some tea for Molly. I handed her the tea, "Here Molly, sit down and drink this."
Molly sat down and sipped the tea I made her, flabbergasted. "I...um...Charlie didn't...How does Hermione..."
I laughed, "It's okay Molly, just breath. I wasn't sure if he had told you, and I can see he didn't. I'm guessing Hermione figured it out like she always does." I turned to Hermione and asked, "Just how did you figure it out, I'd like to know what gave it away?"
"What so you can make sure you don't give it away again?" Hermione said with a raised eye brow.
"But of course." I smirked. "I've managed to go 200 years without anyone knowing without me telling them."
"There's the first thing, you are too entirely Malfoyish." Hermione said with a smirk of her own.
"What?" I said confused.
"Your smirk, love. It's a Malfoy smirk." Charlie said walking in.
"Dang it. What else?" I frowned as Charlie came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.
Charlie laughed, "Don't worry about it Malfoy. It's Hermione, she picks up on nonexistent clues."
Hermione wrinkled her nose. "Not nonexistent, just very subtle," she muttered.
"M-Malfoy?" Molly stuttered out.
"Charlie, you broke Molly!" Hermione and I screamed at the same time, then we burst out laughing.
Charlie shook his head. "Mum, would you like to lay down." He asked innocently.
Molly snapped out of her shock and glared at her son. "No I do not, what I do need to know is what you three are talking about! Stella tell me about your father."
I smirked at Charlie, "Nicely done, dear." I whispered to him before addressing Molly. "My father is..."
"Elijah Mikaelson!" Hermione squealed out.
I gapped at her. "Maybe we should let Hermione tell us," I muttered. "Then we'd know how much she knows."
"Hmmm. Good idea, Malfoy." Charlie teased me.
"Charlie, stop it with the Malfoy jokes," I glared at him, after 13 years they are old."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Knock it off you two. I know you are Estelle Marie Malfoy Salvatore Mikaelson. You are over 200 years old, and grew up with Sanguini watching out for you."
I laughed, "That's right, Draco told me you met Sanguini at Hogwarts your 6th years. That's how you figured it out isn't it!?"
Hermione grinned, "Of course, the only thing you ever gave away was telling me about Sanguini! I figured there couldn't be too many people named Sanguini, so I tracked him down and asked him about you."
I sighed with relief, "And the rest you figured out with research?"
Hermione nodded excitedly. Charlie took pity on his mother and filled her in. "Estelle, is half vampire, her father is the Original vampire that always wears the suits, Elijah the Honorable one. Her mother's Maria Malfoy, the aunt of Septimus Malfoy."
"Septimus and I were around the same age, we were at Hogwarts together. He and I got on alright, but his parents hated me, I was considered the black sheep of the Malfoy family due to the fact my parents weren't married and my hair is naturally dark." I spoke up.
"How old are you?" Molly asked.
"How old is who?" Came a voice from the door.
All of us at the table turned to see Molly's husband standing in the doorway. Molly told him to come sit down and Charlie told him Molly had asked me the question. Then he smirked and told me to answer the question before we explained anything to his father.
Hermione grimaced, "You've been spending too much time with your girlfriend, Charlie."
I chuckled, "I'm 239, born December 27, 1770. So almost 240 years old."
"Whose almost 240?" Hermione's husband, Ron had joined us.
"How is that possible?" Arthur, Molly's husband asked.
"I'm almost 240 years old." I shifted in my seat slightly. I was getting uncomfortable with this conversation, Ron was a loose cannon sometimes and I wasn't sure how'd he react. "I'm half vampire. I came over today to tell you that my father is a vampire."
"Oh, ok." Ron said wandering out of the room. We all stared at each other in surprise, we expected him to freak out.
I decided to continue while I could. "I just wanted to make sure you knew and were okay with it. If you are worried about inviting him into your house, I know a spell that can take that invitation back if need be."
"I do too." Hermione spoke up. "You can trust Elijah and Estelle, they are both extremely honorable."
Molly was clearly overwhelmed by what we had told her but she smiled weakly and said, "Of course he can come. We want you here for Christmas and your Father is more than welcome. Just not the rest of your family, we need time to come to grips with that."
I smiled. "I'd expect nothing less and if it helps remember even though I get along with them for the most part. We don't agree and I'm the black sheep of the family." I stood up, "I do need to be getting back to Malfoy Manor. I'll see you at Christmas."
"Malfoy Manor?" Came a new voice at the door. It was Harry Potter, Charlie's brother-in-law. He was standing there with Ginny, Charlie's sister and Harry's wife and their sons Albus and James. Ginny was holding their daughter Lily and Hermione and Ron's daughter Rose stood quite close.
Damn, I guess we were lucky to have gone as long as we did without being interrupted. "Yes, I'm visiting Draco, my cousin. I really do need to go so I'll let your family fill you in."
"Right, Hermione it's up to you. Stella and I'll be on our way. See you at Christmas." Charlie said, standing up and taking my arm.
"Coward." Hermione accused.
Charlie smirked evilly at her, "Call it what you want, but I'm getting out while I still can."
I smirked back before standing on my tip toes and kissing him. "You are so hot when you smirk like that." I told him stepping back.
"Oh, go get a room," Ginny mumbled.
Charlie and I laughed and made our way outside. Just as we were out the door we heard Ron come running back into the kitchen. "Her Father's a what?!" He screamed panicked.
I could just see Hermione roll her eyes at her husband's delayed reaction. Charlie and I looked at each other and ran the rest of the way to the apparating point. As soon as we reached it, I turned on my heal and apparated both of us to Malfoy Manor, where we both collapsed on the ground with relief.
