-"I am almost done with the revamping! YAY! So pretty soon you will have new chapters! But until then... Here is REVAMPED Chapter 20!"-

AUTHOR NOTE: Most of this chapter is a flashback to the night when Velius came to live with Draco, but from Windmere's prospective.

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Calais Windmere was pacing his office, waiting for his son to arrive. In three weeks he would be presenting his son to his Master. Neville would become one of the tools to get to Harry Potter. Without instruction though, it was hard to get any work done. While waiting for Draco Malfoy to entrance Hermione Granger, all Windmere and Longbottom could do, was wait.

Calais looked at the clock on the wall. It was a quarter past seven.

He's late, he thought. He continued to pace the room as his thoughts traveled to his other son, Velius. Lucius had never known about the little love affair that Narcissa and him had had on the side. Calais' first wife and mother of Neville had long since been dead. She died in child birth. When Calais had learned that Narcissa was pregnant again he knew that he was the father.

He had gone to Narcissa and she decided that she would tell Lucius that it was his son, depriving Calais of one. He loved Narcissa and he knew that she loved him, but she also loved Lucius and they had already started a life together. He could not blame her for wanted to keep it, but in the end the mistake of not telling Lucius the truth took her life.

Lucius and Calais had been friends since they were kids. They had traveled the halls of Hogwarts together. They had joined the Dark Lord together. They had fallen in love with Narcissa together, but Lucius had not known that.

When Velius had been born, Calais was at the hospital. He had held his son for a brief moment before Lucius had taken him. Calais was one of the few people that knew that Lucius and Narcissa had two children. Lucius' disgrace of Velius, due to the fact that he had shown no magical powers up to this point, made his existence almost unknown. Calais would visit the house and see his son, but Velius could and would never know who his true father was. Lucius was another story.

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Flashback

"Good evening, Lucius," Calais said, as he stepped out of the rain and into the front hall of the Malfoy Manor. He took off his drenched cloak and Lucius took it and put it on the coat rack to the right of the door. Lucius smiled and shook his guest's hand.

"Calais," Narcissa said as she came into the hall. She hurried to him and kissed him on each cheek. "I hope that you are hungry," she said.

"Starving," he said, staring into her eyes and she smiled at him.

"How are you, Calais?" Lucius said, breaking Calais' concentration and oblivious to the short moment between his wife and his best friend.

"Good, and yourself, Lucius?" he said in reply as Lucius led him to the dining room.

"Good," Lucius said sitting down. He motioned for Calais to do the same. Narcissa came and sat down across from him and Lucius sat at the head of the table.

"Where is Velius?" Lucius asked her.

"Where you always keep him," Narcissa replied, looking at him with a glare in her eyes that revealed that the two did not share the same feelings about her son. She cared for him deeply.

"Would you go and get him, Narcissa?" Lucius asked.

"Sure," she said, walking out of the room mumbling something.

"So," Lucius said. "Did you hear that the Dark Lord wants the Granger girl?"

"Yes, is it true that it is to be your son who will bring her to the Dark Lord?" Calais said.

"Yes," Lucius said with pride.

"How does the Dark Lord plan on accomplishing this task?" Calais said with a concerned look.

"Draco has become a prefect and is now becoming friends with her. Then he will put her under Esprit Luttez."

"Esprit Luttez!" Calais cut him off.

"Yes," Lucius said plainly.

"That is very advanced magic," Calais exclaimed.

"He has seen me use it for years. He will be fine. So, he's supposed-."

"Who has he seen you use it on?" Calais looked at his friend in shock.

"I have had to use it on Narcissa several times," he said, slightly annoyed that he had been cut off again.

"What!"

"How do you think I got her to stay with me all these years? You remember how she was so anti-dark arts. Did you really think that she would just change her mind?"

"Yeah, I did," he said still shocked.

"You astound me with how thick headed you can be sometimes, Calais," Lucius said as the house elves started to bring out the food. Calais looked around the room in shock. He had never known and was secretly kicking himself for not realizing it. He did remember how she had been in Slytherin and came from a pure blood family but despised the dark arts.

"No wonder it took three years for you to propose," Calais said, trying to hide the anger that was rising within him.

"That is a big thing to change someone's mind about. That is changing someone's whole outlook on life, not to mention I had to woo her as well."

The elves had finished setting out the food and Velius poked his head through the door as if he were surveying the situation. He glanced at Lucius with a look of dread and then spotted Calais. His eyes lit up and he ran to him.

"Velius," Calais said as the child jumped into his lap.

"Velius, sit down," Lucius commanded with a look of disgust on his face. Narcissa came and sat down in her spot again.

"Velius, come and sit next to Mummy," she said and the little boy obeyed her.

"We will finish our conversation later," Lucius said as he started to dish himself some food.

"So, Calais, what have you been up to?" Narcissa asked as she too began to fill her plate and Velius'.

"I have taken the Defense Against the Dark Arts job at Hogwarts, which is good because I can over see all of the new death eaters and also the obvious, Harry Potter. Lucius was just telling me about the Granger girl and your son," Calais replied.

"Yes, we are very proud. Were you there the night that he was initiated?"

"No, which I regret. I had to look after my idiot of a son," Calais said. The Malfoy's were the only people that knew that he had a son and even that he had been married for a short time. Lucius had been his best man at his wedding and Narcissa and Lucius had been married for about a month at the time. Calais had loved his wife very much but he had never let his feelings go for Narcissa either. After his wife's death he had felt free again to pursue her and the result of that was sitting across from him, next to his mother.

"I always thought that you giving him to your brother 'for safe keeping' was a stupid idea," Lucius said. "I knew that your brother was too pure and I thought that he would pull something like he did and yet you didn't listen to me."

"Yes, another regret, Lucius," he said through gritted teeth. "But I did not think that raising him alone and having everything that was going on as it was, was not a good idea."

"What have you been doing with Neville since he found out that you were his real father?"

"Getting him ready for his initiation."

"Yes, but what did he say to the news?"

"I took him aside on the night that we got to the school and told him that I was his father and that his 'dad' was my brother. I used a little spell that made him believe me. I haven't told him details yet."

"Well, I suggest that you tell him," said Lucius.

"I plan on it, Lucius."

"So, then what is your part in this whole plan, Calais? What is it that Neville has to do?"

"We don't know yet. We are waiting for your son to do his job on the girl."

"Give him time, Calais, give him time."

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Present

Calais stopped pacing his office. Lucius had been right. He had to tell Neville the truth in order for him to truly understand. He may be a deatheater but he wanted a family just the same and Neville had been distant with him so far. Maybe if I tell him the whole truth he will be more receptive with me.

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Flashback

Dinner had been a simple one, filled with talk of the life in the Malfoy Manor. After dinner Calais and Lucius went to the study. It was filled with books on every wall. Calais knew that they were all Dark Art books. He had borrowed many. There were two windows on three of the walls that went from ceiling to floor. There was a desk and a set of chairs in the middle of the room and another set of chairs by the windows in the back of the room.

Calais sat in a chair by window and watched to storm rage outside. Lightning flashed before his eyes and stretched across the horizon and thunder shock the windows.

Lucius walked in with two glasses of fire whiskey and sat in the chair opposite him. They sat in silence for a minute before Calais broke it.

"So the reason that Narcissa has been staying with you all these years is because you put a spell on her?"

"Yes, look at her, she's beautiful, who would want to let her go?" Lucius replied still looking out the window. "She just doesn't like the Dark Arts. That is the only thing that I have modified. Well I have had to stop her from leaving me a few times, so I just modify how much she loves me on occasion."

"You are a slick one, Lucius," Calais said. His temper was rising. He could have had her all along and the bastard sitting next to him had been stopping it.

"Lucius," Narcissa called. She poked her head in the door. "I am going to go put Velius to bed."

"I'll come with. I want to say goodbye," Calais said rising from his chair.

"I'll stay. I have some work to do really quick. I'll wait for you," Lucius said talking to Calais.

Calais walked with Narcissa and Velius. Narcissa changed Velius and put him to bed. She kissed him on the forehead and said good night. Calais did the same with a promise to come and play with him soon.

They entered the hall and Narcissa closed the door. Calais looked up and down the hall before grabbing her and kissing her deeply. She didn't pull away, but fell into his body. She wrapped her arms around him and he did the same to her. They parted lips and he kissed her forehead and then rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Narcissa, you and Velius have to leave here," he whispered in her ear.

"Calais, we have had this talk before," she said letting go of him and turning away from him. She put her hand to her mouth as if stopping herself from saying something that she would regret.

"Narcissa, he has been putting Esprit Luttez on you, stopping you from leaving him," he said.

"What?" She said turning to face him again. A look of horror came on her face.

"Yes, he just told me. You two need to leave in the middle of the night, when he can't stop you. I can put you both up in a nice house where you will both be safe. I just want you and our son to be happy."

"I love him, Calais," she said almost in shame.

"Under his control!" he almost shouted. He waited a minute to gather himself. "Don't you love me?"

"Yes, but Lucius and I already have a life started together!" she said, implying her and Lucius.

"So do we! Please, Narcissa! I don't like the way that he treats Velius! Who knows what he'll do in a rage. You will feel responsible when he kills our son," he said. She paced up and down the hall for a long time..

"Fine," she said.

"You'll leave?" Calais said excitedly.

"Yes," she said. Calais grabbed her and kissed her again and this is where he made his first mistake. He hadn't checked to see if anyone was watching.

Lucius had come to see where his friend had gone. Lucius stopped in his tracks as he saw the pair.

"What the hell is going on?" He shouted when he had regained his voice. Calais and Narcissa parted lips and froze.

"Lucius, it's not what you think-," she started to say, getting out of Calais' grip and walking towards her husband.

"What!" Both Lucius and Calais said.

"Narcissa, I thought that you said you were going to leave him and now you're telling him that it's not what it looks like as if you're trying to save what you have with him?" He said this in rage and forgot that her running away was secret. This was where he made his second mistake.

"What?" Lucius said dumbfounded. Narcissa didn't look either of them in the eye, but at the ground. Lucius reached for his wand and pointed it at Calais. Calais froze. "You bastard! I'll kill you! Avada Ked-," his voice was drowned out by Narcissa's scream. She jumped in front of Calais as he reached for his wand, but she hit the ground before he had it out of his robes.

"No!" Both Calais and Lucius screamed. Calais picked her up in his arms and Lucius came running at them. Calais pulled out his wand.

"Don't!" he shouted and this time Lucius froze. Calais looked at Narcissa and with his wand still pointed at Lucius checked for a pulse.

"Is she dead?" Lucius asked. Calais fell to his knees and put his face in his hand.

"Lucius, you are going to pay for th-."

"I am going to pay for this? You are my best friend and here you are kissing my wife? Now my wife is dead!"

"She didn't love you!" He screamed at him. Velius opened his bedroom door.

"What is gonon?" He asked sleepily.

"Velius, GO TO BED!" Lucius screamed and Velius shut the door quickly.

"DON'T TALK TO MY SON LIKE THAT!" Calais screamed and this is where he made his third mistake.

"Excuse me?" Lucius said.

"He is my son, not yours!"

"Oh, you weren't just kissing her, YOU WERE FUCKING HER! AND ALL THESE YEARS?"

"Yes!"

"I'm going to kill him!" Lucius said making his way towards the door.

"Claudo!" shouted Calais. It was an ancient spell from his family that locked doors permanently and only the caster could undo it. Lucius knew of it.

"Open it!" Lucius shouted.

"No!" Calais shouted. Lucius pointed his wand at him.

"Avada -," Lucius started but Calais had apparated before he could finish and with Narcissa's body.

Lucius punched the wall before going to write Draco.

Calais had apparated to his house. He looked at Narcissa and kissed her lips. They were already cold. He carried her to his bedroom and put her on the bed. He looked at her. He didn't have time to mourn. He had to go and get his son, but what to do with him. He sat on the bed, trying to think, while back at Hogwarts, Draco was running to the Head Master.

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Present

"Sorry, I was stopped by Peeves," Neville blurted out as he threw his bag on the floor. "So, any word?" Calais had been shaken from his day dreaming.

"No," he said. He had gotten over Narcissa's death quickly. He may be a deatheater but he still had feelings, but he had had to get over it quickly because his Master needed him.

Calais paced the room and his son watched. He had never seen his father in this state. All in Calais' head he kept hearing Lucius saying 'I suggest that you tell him.' It was time that he tell Neville the truth. He paced the room once again and waited a minute before speaking.

"Dad?" Neville said as he followed his dad across the room like a tennis ball in play.

"Neville, when you were born and your mother died, I had given you to my brother to look after you. I had to keep myself hidden as the Dark Lord was going to use me for some secret work later in the year. Your mother was going to look after you and I would just visit, but since she died we had to change plans. My brother had just gotten married and it wouldn't look suspicious if they had a child. He used to be with the Dark Lord but I had my doubts about his loyalty. So at the first sign that he was going to switch sides, the Dark Lord ordered his disposal. So now your pare-, the Longbottom's are in St. Mungo's. I had to change my name because of what happened. So then you went to our mother, your grandmother. She did not know that either of us was working for the Dark Lord and I had to let her do what she would with you. I had to change my plan again and try to change your mind when the time was right."

"Dad, what is this about?" Neville asked confused at his father's sudden urge for confession.

"I thought that you should know the truth," Calais looked around the room.

"For a deatheater you are a real softy. So when is my initiation?" Neville said. Calais was shocked at how uninterested he was in this conversation.

"There is a meeting later this month and I think that you are to be initiated then."

"So since there's nothing to be done, can I go?"

"Yes."

"Night. Oh, and thanks for letting me know about the Longbottoms," Neville said picking up his bag. He made his way for the door and as he turned the handle he glanced back at his dad. Calais had sat down behind his desk and had put his head in his hands.

"Dad, are you okay?" Neville stood at the door for a moment while his Father collected his thoughts.

"Yeah, just dwelling on old memories," he said and Neville walked out the door.

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So there is chapter 20! More plot is revealed! Hope you like it! I don't think that it is my best work but oh well! PLEASE REVIEW!

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