Sorry for my absence this week. Its a killer time of year for us. This was looked at by my wife, but she is equally busy and I just wanna get you all a chapter. Please for give up if there are any mistakes.

I am thinking of beginning to write a Few chapters from Hermione's Point of View. What would you all think of that?

As always, thanks for your support.

Enjoy, and happy story hunting,

Snow

Narcissa knew without a doubt that Sirius would hunt the Potter boy down. He was screaming his name in his mugshot on the front page of the Prophet. Narcissa traveled light, and conjured a chair and sat under a tree in a public lot watching the boy with notice me not spells, and some disillusionment charms around her space, and she sat unbothered throughout the hot summer days. She often brought out a book that she taken from the Hogwarts restricted section on wandless magic. Ever since she saw Hermione using it she wanted to learn. Recently she has been having bouts of accidental magic, especially when angry, and she needed control. She figured the best way to do this was to learn more about wandless magic.

It was a sweltering hot evening, and not a cloud in the sky. Narcissa took to wearing muggle clothes in the heat, blue jean shorts that came up to her mid-thigh showing a lot of milky white skin, a ribbed pink tank top, and wide brimmed white hat. Keeping a set of robes in a bag with her just in case. The past few evenings she had just lounged and enjoyed the summer days, but that night she felt magic stirring. She felt it coming closer and she felt the hairs on the back of her arms stand. Power crackled around her but then suddenly she felt it come from two separate places. She stood dismissing the conjured chair and putting the book she'd be reading into her bag, which was now in the shape of one of the muggle hiking packs she'd seen as one of the neighbors left one day on an excursion.

She stood there with her wand in her hand. Trying to look in the two separate directions. One came from Potters house and the other. Too many things happened at one time. An inflated woman became airborne from the back yard, and the bushes nearest her shifted. She turned and saw golden eyes, gasping when she heard a growl. She stood her ground.

"Sirius," Narcissa said low and gravely with a small growl of her own, "You can't hurt him," Her attention snapped from the great dog to Harry where he ran from the home. Sirius bolted back into the bushes as she aimed a Body Bind at her cousin, hissing as it missed. She ducked after Harry and throwing her self at the boy in a bid to get him out of the way of the dog. She winced as her body slammed into ground, both of them tumbling down. Narcissa raised her wand with a quick gesture, as she stood tugging Harry to the side of the street. The bus arrived and Narcissa turned to the boy ignoring the feel of blood dripping down her leg.

"Harry go. I'll find you," she ordered and the boy snapped too and then boarded the bus. She moved in the direction she had last seen Sirius, but he was gone or hiding. She cursed as she kicked the dirt at her feet then winced. She looked once more over the area, before turning her attention to her knee. She waved her wand, vanishing the blood from her shin. She hurried back to where she'd left her bag, digging out the spare robes to throw over her muggle clothes. Appearance in the magical world was as much a weapon as anything else. She called for Dobby and asked him to take her bag away. Narcissa gave herself one last once over and then apparated to the most likely place the boy would think of going to the Leakey Cauldron, London.

"Now Harry we want you to stay here in Diagon Alley," Minister Fudge said.

"But what about my underage magic usage, Minister Sir?"

"Oh, I think it will all be swept under the rug Harry," Minister beamed down on him as if he were a rotund knight in shining armor to the boy.

"Then if that is the case I would like to take the boy off your hands, and on a vacation with my son, and his best friend," Narcissa spoke from behind the minister making both the boy and the man gasp in surprise, one because he wasn't expecting her and the boy because she looked immaculate. She just threw him to the ground as a huge dog ran at him, she had been dirty, sweaty, panting and bleeding and yet this woman was prim and perfect.

"Well, ah... Mrs. Mal… Ms. Black. The ministry has decided to put Harry under its protection for the remainder of summer," the minister faltered.

"I see. The ministries definition of protection is putting a 13 year old boy in a pub house room in the middle of magical London. Where is his protection?"

"Aurors…"

"Dear minister, the person who just tried to take him escaped your maximum security prison less than a week ago. How can your Aurors help the boy when there are too many vantage points to cover," Narcissa stepped close to Fudge, and smiled as his blush when she took his hands in hers, "Please, let me take the boy and protect him?" She pulled her hands away and kept her blue eyes on his brown, and smiled as he had the where with all to pocket his hands as he spoke, taking her small bribe for the boy.

"Well, I do hear Black Hall is one of the most secure homes in England. I believe he will be safe with you Ms. Black, "he turned to Harry, and "My boy be safe in your travels and if the ministry can provide will do out upmost to get you anything you need. Just owl me personally." With that Fudge left with his Auror. Harry looked at Narcissa and she led him out the apparition point. She shrank his things, and he held them close as he placed his hand on her arm. She apparated them away to where Draco and the Grangers were.

Narcissa sighed as she stepped forward towards the house and then her knee buckled. Harry reached for her and she smiled as she accepted his help. She soon found a pair of arms around her from both sides as the Grangers came to help Harry. Dan had her right, Jean had her right. Narcissa let herself be led into the kitchen and to the kitchen table. There was a gasp from the doorway as Narcissa shed her outer robes with Jean's help. Narcissa heard that intake of air and closed her eyes, she didn't want the girl to see her like this, hurt, even if it was minor. She heard the girl rush to her but stop short as Jean raised a hand and made Narcissa sit in the chair in her muggle clothes.

Narcissa had banged herself up worse than she'd thought with that tumble with Harry. Jean was cleaning her leg and Dan was taking care of her elbow. Draco came through the door and simply leaned across the frame watching everyone around his very uncomfortable looking mother. Five sets of eyes looked up at Draco when he began to chuckle. She looked so young, as she sat in that chair like a little girl with parents bustling around her cleaning her up. He held out a small vial, and Narcissa sighed and smiled her thanks. She took a sip and her scraps closed to a pink fresh skin, and her knee, which was swollen to the size of a cantaloupe began to decrease in size but the bruising might remain. Everyone watched the injuries in amazement and it Narcissa and Draco merely shrugged as she stood with a limp and went to her son.

"Just be my crutch for the evening, will you son?" she asked in a whisper and Draco looked back at the quartet and nodded. He looped his arm around her waist and escorted his mother gingerly to the reading room and on one of the chaise lounges. She smiled and propped up her leg and watched the Grangers and Harry. They seemed unsure.

"I am grateful for your help, I am just not used to being hovered about. Please, everyone join me and tell me of your week. Has it been well?" Narcissa said as she looked for an extra pillow. Hermione came forward and offering one of the pillows from the couch. Hermione looked into Narcissa's eyes, and Narcissa thanked her trying to break eye contact. Narcissa shifted and looked to Hermione's parents and smiled.

"How were they? Not too much trouble I hope?" Narcissa inquired.

"We were doing great until Granger here tried a concealment spell and set fire to a tree. You should have seen her face mother," Draco snickered at his antics of his week with is best friend. She saw how Harry visibly sighed and smiled, relaxed, then his brow furrowed.

"Excuse me, where are we?" Dan, Jean, and Hermione beamed at him.

"We are in France Harry. Isn't it amazing?" Hermione answered. Harry looked at Narcissa.

"We traveled all that way with apparition? That's a long way Ms. Black. Thank you for saving me from… well everything," Harry rambled. Narcissa waved her hand in dismissal.

"Harry, you saved Draco from a Basilisk. The least we can do is save you from my cousin," Narcissa said as she called Dobby for tea.

"Yes, about that, why would he want to kill me?" Harry asked and suddenly the air in the room went cold, and thick. Narcissa turned around and summoned a small cushioned stool and swung her leg and pillow on top of it and made Harry sit next to her. Draco too Harry's seat and watched his mother do what she does best, soothe, and be just that, a mother. She placed her arm around him and she felt him go rigid. She waited until he settled before she began.

"You, my young friend have quite the history with Sirius Black. Before he died, your father's truest friends were Sirius Black and a man named Peter Pettigrew. Before the war came to its abrupt conclusion, Sirius was named your godfather. Only people in the inner circle of the Order of the Phoenix knew about it. They were the main faction that fought the dark lord. But I have sources. When I saw your relationship with my son getting more and deeper, I investigated you a bit," Narcissa smiled as Harry whipped his gaze at her, "Come now Harry. The Malfoys, and Blacks are dark wizards and we have our fair share of enemies, especially me, since I carry the stigma of a dark witch but don't conform to their beliefs of blood purity. But anyways, Sirius was sent to Azkaban for killing Peter Pettigrew, he was thought of as the one of the dark lord highest followers. The mugshot on the front page was apparently taken while he was saying it was his fault your parents were dead, and he kept shouting your name. Did he betray your parents, I don't know. I do know that he loved you very much by all accounts. But in Azkaban any emotion, even love, can be warped, turned into a tool, into hatred. Draco and I believed it was best to keep an eye on you, just in case."

Harry sat there on the couch with Narcissa's arm around him as he processed. Narcissa could see the wheels turn and beat against his skull.

"I don't know whether to be angry or glad he escaped. We don't know what he did. For all I know he did get my parents killed," Harry whispered. Narcissa pulled him tighter and pressed her lips to Harry's temple and removed her arms. Harry looked up to her.

"Why else did you go there? It could not have been JUST to save me. There had to be a reason," Narcissa took a sip of her tea.

"I wanted to protect my family Harry. What if, as you said, he did betray your parents and kill Pettigrew, but what if he didn't? The details from his conviction are sketchy and hard to find. From what I knew of him, as my cousin, I wouldn't have thought it possible for him to carry out such a betrayal. If he is innocent then that means for the past 12 years the wrong man has rotted in that hell hole for nothing. Wouldn't you want your family to reach out to you?"

"Seeing as I had Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia as caretakers no, I would rather be in Azkaban," Harry chuckled, "But if I had a real family, real mates, then yes, I would want them to fight for me."

Draco slipped from his chair and moved to Harry's side, punching him in the shoulder. Everyone, including Narcissa was startled. It was clear the strike hadn't been hard but it as still a hit. Harry looked into Draco's icy grey eyes.

"You moron Potter. You have a family right here," Draco swept his arm around the room, "and I bet if you needed them the red-head squad of Weasley's would be there for you too. Never doubt you have at least one family Harry," Draco scolded the boy of the same age. Harry's head drooped as if he did something wrong then Hermione threw her arms around the dark headed boy and he smiled. After a moment he thanked Hermione and turned to Draco and thanked him as well.