A/N: I am slowly but surely finishing this story. Review if you'd like, i'll understand if you don't though, it has been a while. Enjoy!

1980-1981:

Narcissa woke in the middle of the night to a sever pain in her stomach. She looked over for Lucius' help but he was not in the bed beside her, she looked frantically around for him but the pain in her stomach burned again and she was forced to abandon her search.

Clutching her stomach she cried out in pain, what was happening to her?

Suddenly a horrific thought occurred to her and she threw the covers off of her body only to be met with her worst fear.

There was blood everywhere, staining the bed underneath her and soaking through her nightgown. She jumped out of bed and screamed hysterically. All she could see was the blood of the baby that had barely been there.

Lucius was shaking Narcissa awake. She could hear someone screaming and with a jolt she realized that it was her.

She shut her mouth with a snap but that didn't stop the images of her dream from running through her mind. She could do nothing to stop the tears.

Lucius held her tenderly as she cried; he would rub circles into her back and mutter things like, "It was only a dream, Narcissa. There's nothing to be scared of."

But he was wrong, it was only a dream but it was still a very real possibility. Was that a pain in her stomach or just the lingering of the dream?

When she was calm enough she sat up fully in bed. Were her legs slick with blood or was that just sweat?

"What was your nightmare about?" Lucius asked, pushing her sweaty hair out of her face.

"I-I don't remember," Narcissa lied.

Lucius gave her a sympathetic look and got out of bed to pour her a glass of water from a basin on the dresser. As soon as he had his back turned Narcissa lifted the covers to check for any blood, sighing in relief when she saw that they were as white as they had been when she climbed into bed that night, albeit, a little wet with her sweat.

She laid the cover back over her and looked up to find Lucius standing at the edge of the bed, a glass of water in his hand and sad look on his face.

She said nothing of her behavior; instead she reached for the glass with a mumbled, "Thank you," and gulped down its contents greedily.

"I think I know what this is about, Narcissa," Lucius said climbing back into bed with her.

"I don't know what you mean," she lied again, turning to put the glass on the bedside table so he wouldn't see her face. "It was only a dream."

"But it's more than that to you," he guessed. "Narcissa, this isn't the first time you've woken up in the night, screaming. Why don't you tell me about it?"

He asked this so tenderly that she very nearly complied. But instead she wordlessly shook her head and looked down at her hands.

"Is this about what my mother said to you?" He asked this so quietly that she wasn't sure, at first, if he had actually said it or if she was imagining things again.

When she looked up again there were tears in her eyes. "I wake up and your not there," she told him and Lucius knew that she was not only telling him the dream that had haunted her for weeks but also her deepest fears. "And I feel a horrible pain in my stomach. And I know something's wrong. And when I lift up the covers there is blood everywhere, Lucius, it's all over me and covers the bed in red. And then I'm screaming until you wake me up. And even then I'm sure I'll wake and this nightmare will be real."

Narcissa could no longer speak because she was sobbing to hard and for the second time that night Lucius comforted his distraught wife.

"It will be alright, Narcissa," he assured her in a soothing voice. "Everything will be alright. I know that my mother told you that if you miscarried then I'd divorce you but that's not true. If you miscarried we'd just try again, if that's what you wanted. I'd never divorce you, Narcissa and no one can make me. I love you, Narcissa."

Narcissa sniffled, she wasn't use to people saying that to her. She knew that Lucius loved her and she him, but they had never said it to each other.

She pulled away from him slightly and wiped the tears from her face. "Thank you," was all she managed to say at the moment.

They lay back down after Narcissa gulped down one more glass of water. She knew that her fear of miscarrying wasn't completely gone but at least she had one less thing to worry about. But as she lay with her body close to Lucius and his arms around her she had one last thing she had to do before she could fall into a peacefully dreamless sleep.

"I love you Lucius."

Andromeda was restless and she couldn't fathom why. She ran through a thousand things in her head that might be keeping her up but none of them were legitimate, they were all trivial and the thing that was keeping her awake wasn't a forgotten appointment or anxiety for the following day.

It was a feeling. A feeling that someone needed her.

Sighing Andromeda got out of bed, careful not to wake her husband, and walked quietly out of the room. She walked across the hall to her daughters' room and opened the door a fraction to check on her sleeping daughter, if Dora was having a nightmare and needed to be woken and comforted than that would explain Andromeda's feeling. But upon opening the door Andromeda was met with an empty bed and the beginnings of fear bubbling inside her.

She retrieved her wand on instinct and checked the other rooms upstairs but found no sign of her daughter it was only when she was halfway down the stairs that she heard whispering voices.

Heart pounding she walked the rest of the way down the steps and into the entranceway and listened to the voices that were wafting out of the kitchen. The light in the kitchen was on and streaming under the door.

"Why are you in our kitchen, Mister?" She heard Nymphadora's voice ask. Andromeda's widened and she tightened her grip on her wand. There was a man in the next room with her daughter! Angrily she raised the arm that wasn't holding her wand to open the door, but hesitated when she heard a second voice.

"I need to speak with you're mother," a strangely deadpan voice replied. Andromeda didn't need to listen to the man answer Dora's next question to know exactly who that voice belonged to.

"What's your name? If you tell me you're name I could go and wake mamma up for you," Dora offered.

"Regulus. My name is Regulus Black."

Andromeda, having recovered from the initial shock of hearing her cousin's voice after so many years, chose that moment to open the door.

Her daughter, clad in a nightdress and sporting sleep mussed pink hair, sat in the kitchen chair across from Regulus Black who was wearing black robes and looked a little worse for wear. He had dark circles under his eyes, and he had the appearance of someone who had lost too much weight too quickly and was rather pale.

"Regulus," she said by why of greeting. "I'm surprised to see you here."

"Pleasantly?" Reg asked, as his eyes drunk in his cousin for the first time in years.

"That depends on why you're here," she told him, her voice firm.

Regulus looked pained by what her words implied and cast his eyes down to the table top. "I'm only here for me, Andy," he said quietly.

"Then it is a very pleasant surprise." Andromeda smiled at him. "But I am curious as to why you decided to visit at three in the morning?"

"I suppose you could say that I'm here to say goodbye," Regulus whispered to the wood table top.

His words confused her and Andromeda turned to Nymphadora who was staring at Regulus with curiosity. "Dora, why don't you go back to bed so I can talk to Regulus?"

Normally the six year old would have complained about being kicked out of the conversation, but as she gave a yawn after her mother dismissed her there was no room for argument. Nymphdora smiled sleepily at Regulus before she left. "It was nice meeting you, Regulus. Goo'night."

After Andromeda heard Dora trudge up the steps she took the seat that her daughter had vacated.

"What's going on, Regulus?" Andy asked somberly.

Regulus sighed heavily. "I can't tell you," he said, "but I wanted to see you one last time, before it was too late. You were always nice to me Andy."

Andy's eye's widened at his words, her face covered with worry. "Reggie," she said softly. "You can talk to me," Andromeda reached across the table to put a comforting hand on Regulus' but he pulled his hands away from her at the motion and hid them under the table. Andromeda retracted her hand, trying not to feel hurt at the rejection.

"I can't," was all he said, firmly shaking his head, his grey eyes seeing horrors that she couldn't imagine.

"Then at least let me help you," Andromeda offered. "I know things seem bleak but this isn't the end, Reg. You don't have to stay, I can hide you, and I can get help for you. If only you'll let me."

"Don't you see, Andy?" he said standing from his chair to pace the kitchen floor. "I'm not like you and Sirius. I've known that for some time, but this is something I can do! This is what I'm supposed to do! I'm not afraid anymore! Not of mum or dad or Bella. I'm not even afraid of the Dark Lord! He should be scared of me because I know! I might not be the one who says the killing curse but what I've discovered is beneficial to his downfall!" He looked half crazed as spouted out his nonsense and paced her kitchen floor. He pulled at his hair and occasionally stumbled over his words as though his mind was working too fast for his mouth to keep up. Despite all this there was one thing that struck Andromeda the most and that was that his eyes, normally desolate, were shining with just the barest hint of hope.

Andromeda had no choice but to let him leave her home. She had no way to force him to stay and accept her help when he didn't want it. She had no choice but to let him leave and face what he had deemed "his fate."

Although, that didn't mean that she was out of options to help Regulus. So after waking Ted and telling him what was going on and where she was going, Andromeda stepped through the floo to the only person she knew who could help Reg.

"Sirius?" Andromeda called as she came through the floo into the flat of her favorite cousin. She and Sirius had kept contact through the years through letters and occasionally he would come to her home to play with Nymphadora. But as much as they loved each other their visits were few and she had never been to his home. It was difficult for the both of them to be together for long without remembering their past lives.

"Andromeda?" Sirius' voice came from down the hall and she saw him emerging from his bedroom, kicking dirty laundry out of his way as he made his way sleepily toward her. Normally she would have scolded him about the state of his home, but that would have to wait for a later date.

"What are you doing here at," he looked at the clock on the wall, "four in the morning?"

"I need you to help Regulus, Sirius," she blurted and quickly realized that that wasn't the best way to gain his assistance, as his face contorted in hardly suppressed furry.

"What does that git want from me?" he asked bitterly.

"Sirius, Andromeda pleaded, "Regulus is in danger, I know it. He came to me tonight to say goodbye!" Something flashed in Sirius' grey eyes when she said this that Andromeda couldn't place.

"He doesn't want my help then, if he's already telling people goodbye. Id say he's pretty set in whatever danger he's in," was all Sirius said with a snort of distain.

"He admitted to me that he was a Death Eater," Andy said, seeing that she was loosing Sirius to his bitter feelings toward his brother, "and from the way he talk I think he wants out."

"He should have thought of that before he joined," Sirius sneered. "He's made his choices, now he has to live with them. He could have chosen differently."

Andromeda was aghast at how callous Sirius was being. "Yes, he could have," she agreed with malice. "But so could you, what Reg is going through could have easily been you're fate, Sirius, had you made different choices! I'd think that you'd want to give your brother a second chance!"

"Would you give Bellatrix a second chance?" Sirius shot at her.

"Reggie is no Bellatrix," Andromeda hissed. "You know that. I think you're the only one who can help him now, Sirius."

"I'm not going to him," Sirius said firmly, turning his back on her. "If he want's my help then he can come to me."

"You know that's not going to happen," Andromeda whispered.

"Get out, Andy," was Sirius' reply before he shut himself in his room.