Okay Lovelies! Chapter 14 is really short and it's honestly just a little filler chapter between 13 and 15. 15 is the last one, so get ready! I hope you enjoy this and look forward to the next one!

Chapter 14 – Godmother

Hermione was growing accustomed to her parents. It had come as a bit of a shock at first, but she couldn't deny that they seemed to love each other and there was no doubt that they both loved her. It was a few days after her mother had stopped Bellatrix, she was sitting in the room adjacent to her parents, and Minerva knocked on the door. "Hermione?"

The teen turned around and beckoned the older woman into the room. She had never seen Minerva dress the way that she did around the manner, but unconsciously Hermione had found herself copying her. The teen shook her head, "I think you should call me Vayda." She offered her a smile, "After all mum," she made sure that Minerva heard the term, "that is what you named me."

Minerva had tears in her eyes as she made her way over to sit next to her daughter. "Are you sure?"

Vayda nodded, "Yes. If I am going to be a part of this family, I want to be a part of this family, not who he made me be instead." Over the past few days her father had told her what had happened when she was a baby. They had both let her see their memories, of her and of them, of their relationship. Both Tom and Minerva had been doing everything they could to make their daughter comfortable around them.

"Okay." Minerva smiled briefly before sobering again. "I have to go back to the school tonight. It's Sunday, and Severus made my excuses for me on Friday, but I can't miss anymore. We can't take that risk. I'm needed there."

Vayda nodded, she understood what her mother was saying, but if she was being honest she didn't want her to leave. She felt safer having Minerva around. "Mum?" She looked up at her. "What about me? Where do I go? What do I do now?"

"What ever you would like. You are more than welcome to stay here, and I'm sure your father would love you too, or you can come with me. But if you return to Hogwarts I'm afraid no one will be able to know that you are there."

"I understand," she got up and moved to the window, watching the rain as it fell steadily outside. Neither one of them noticed that Tom was standing in the doorway until he spoke. "You take after your mother." Both heads of dark curls turned to face him, Vayda's face showing her obvious confusion, while Minerva smiled. "She always has liked to watch the rain."

She gave a half smile and turned back to the window, but she didn't say anything. For a moment none of them did, and then the teen broke the silence. "I think it would be best to stay here, but I have to admit that I am little afraid." She turned to face her parents, who were standing together at the foot of her bed, "I've only ever known everyone in this house as my enemy, except for mum, and now, I'm just not sure that I'm going to feel safe."

"Darling," Tom took a step towards her and held out one hand for her to take. Letting it be her choice to come to him. Hesitantly she took her father's hand and he drew her over to stand with the two of them. "We realize that this has come as a shock to you, and we want to do everything that we can to make you comfortable. Perhaps, you would be more inclined to stay if your godmother were to watch out for you?"

Vayda's eyes shot up to her father's and then quickly over to her mother's, "I have a godmother?"

"Yes." Minerva nodded. "As of yesterday you have a godmother, we thought that you might need one, and so," she trailed off, but the curious nature of her daughter wouldn't drop the topic that simply.

"Who?"

"Narcissa." Minerva's answer was almost a whisper, but Vayda still heard her.

"Narcissa?" She was surprised, but the longer she thought about it the more it made sense. She had been the one to call for her mother, she had, though no one but Minerva and Vayda knew, been the one that allowed the prisoners to escape. She was the ideal choice.

"Yes." Her father answered her, even though it was more or less a rhetorical question. "Is that acceptable to you?"

She couldn't help it, she laughed.

"What did I say that was so funny?" Tom looked to his wife and she merely smirked up at him.

"I'd venture a guess that she was surprised you bothered to ask if it was alright instead of just telling her that it was to be. Correct?" She looked at Vayda for affirmation and the girl nodded between laughs.

"Yes. I'm sorry, it's just for the past seven years all people have told me, mum included, was that you didn't ask questions. That whatever you say goes and that's that. I was just shocked that you bothered to ask."

"He only asks the two of you." Narcissa was standing the doorway to Vayda's room, "I heard my name as I was passing by and so I stopped. May I come in?"

"Of course," the teen smiled at her, "Godmother."

Minerva turned to look at Narcissa as she joined them, "I will be returning to the castle tonight, and we thought it would be best if Hermi-Vayda," she corrected herself with a smile, "knew that she had someone here besides her father to turn to should she need anything."

"Of course." Narcissa looked from the mother to the daughter, "You may always come to me my dear. Even if they are both around and you simply don't want to tell them. I will be here for you, always."

The girl was surprised by the tenderness of the Malfoy matriarch's tone and she smiled. Stepping away from her parents she shocked all three adults by embracing her godmother. "Thank you Narcissa."

The blonde laid a hand on her goddaughter's cheek as they stepped apart. "Family, is allowed to call me Cissa, and you my dear, are most certainly family."