A slim figure in a black cloak slid along the dark and quiet streets of London. The shadow found itself at the front door of the Black's home, and it tapped gently and the dark wood. The door opened moments later by Mr. Black who looked rather lifeless and gaunt. His tired eyes opened widely behind his specs upon seeing the cloaked stranger, but before he could say a word a pale elegant hand flew from the folds of the cloak and covered his mouth. Mr. Black let his newfound guest enter the front door and closed it after looking out suspiciously.

"Narcissa my child!" He wailed as Narcissa revealed her golden locks from under the dark hood of her cloak. "I was so worried about you!" Mr. Black embraced his youngest daughter in his arms.

"I missed you too, Dad. But that isn't why I'm here…" Narcissa pulled away from her father and looked into his eyes. "I've come to take Draco."

"Take? What do you mean? Surely you aren't leaving!"

"Yes, I am. I can't stay here, it isn't safe."

"What do you mean it isn't safe? And what do you mean by coming here in all this secrecy, and disappearing after your wedding? What is going on?" Mr. Black dragged his daughter to their sitting room and sat her in an armchair across from him. Narcissa sighed and leaned back irritably.

"Look, I can't really tell you what is going on because I'm not all to sure myself. I just need your trust and my son, and I'll be on my way." She said quickly.

"What about school?" Her father asked sadly.

"What about it? I couldn't have gone back anyways, not with Draco. I'll just have to drop it… I'll go see the headmaster sometime this week." Narcissa answered with a tinge of sadness lacing her voice. Mr. Black shook his head.

"I suppose I cannot stop you." He said at last. Narcissa and Mr. Black stood up and embraced in a touching moment of sadness. Narcissa wiped a tear off of her father's cheek with her thumb and gave him a small smile before passing him to return to her old bedroom for the last time. She opened the door quietly and tiptoed across the soft carpet. She leaned over the edge of what once was her old cradle to see her son lying peacefully in his blankets.

"I'm sorry I had to do this." She whispered as she lifted up Draco into her arms. He let out a tiny breath of air as she held him close to her.

"I am too." Narcissa turned around to see her mother standing in the doorway looking very sullen.

"Mother… I'm sorry." Narcissa said as she took a step closer to her mother.

"I know. I don't blame you for doing what you're doing." And with that her mother placed a kiss on her cheek. "Goodbye, my pet." Narcissa had tears in her eyes when she left her parents home in the dark of night. Her hood was up, and Draco was hidden in her arms while she ran back down the street.

This would be her life now. She would be forever running until Abraxas Malfoy was dead in his grave. And what was all this pain and misery for? For one mans greed.

Narcissa walked into a darkly lit bar and made a beeline for the darkest corner where a man in a matching cloak had his polished shoes on the table. She sat down across the table and peered out of her hood at the other person.

"I have it." She said simply. The hooded person nodded then sat up straight setting his feet on the ground.

"Good, we can get out of here then." Lucius flashed his unmistakable smile from the shadows of his hood and stood up. Narcissa followed suit and the two of them left the bar.

"Do you think it was a good idea to get Draco now? He would have been safer with my parents." Narcissa whispered in the night cool night air as they scurried along the streets.

"I know… but he's still so young, he needs his mother." Narcissa nodded and it was silent again. The young couple ran through the night and into a dark alley. "Where are we going?"

"France, no one can expect us to go back there after what happened." Lucius explained before grabbing Narcissa's hand and apparating.

They touched ground in a little villa not far from where they had been only a few nights ago. Lucius, still clutching Narcissa's hand, ran to a shabby looking inn across from the alley they appeared in. He gestured for Narcissa to take a seat with the baby while he talked to the innkeeper about getting a room. Narcissa looked around nervously before opening her cloak a little to see Draco, still asleep. She noticed a rather ugly looking fat muggle speaking to Lucius and listened in curiously.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, monsieur." Lucius said in the best French his parents could afford to teach him. Narcissa knew a great deal of French as well due to her family heritage.

"I'm sure I've seen you from somewhere…" The man slurred in French.

"Vous trompez Monsieur." Lucius frowned and left the bar to sit with Narcissa. "That muggle is a drunk fool. I clearly don't know him." He huffed angrily.

"Its late, do we have a room?" Narcissa asked while looking down at Draco. Lucius nodded.

"Yeah, we can go to it now. Room 7." He stood up and helped Narcissa up the stairs to the rooms.

"I swear I've seen him somewhere…" The drunken man scratched at his stubble-covered chin.

Lucius opened the door to a small room with one bed and one chair in the corner. The room looked as if it were covered in dust. Narcissa wrinkled her nose as she stepped into the cramped room; she took Draco from the folds of her cloak and rocked him gently in her arms. Lucius closed the door and locked it tightly. He then threw off his cloak and draped it onto the chair.

"We better get as much sleep as we can, we can't stay here very long." He said as he flopped onto the bed sending dust flying into the air. Draco let out a little sneeze and Narcissa smiled. She sat down on the bed next to Lucius and lay Draco down on the middle of the bed between them. "He's so handsome." Lucius whispered as he stroked Draco's tiny cheek.

"Like his father." Narcissa kissed Lucius gently on the lips. He smiled and rested a hand on her cheek with adoration in his gaze. They sat silently for a few moments before tearing their eyes away from each other and getting into the sheets. Lucius flicked his wand out and extinguished the lights, bathing them in darkness.

Narcissa woke up early the next morning to the cries of an unhappy baby. She sat up and observed Draco as he pulled at the hand Lucius had put protectively over him so he wouldn't roll over and suffocate. His tiny fingers pulled at Lucius' giant one. Narcissa smiled and moved Lucius' hand so that she could lift Draco. She bounced him lightly in her arms as she felt his diaper and found it to be quite heavy feeling. Clearing a space on the foot of the bed, Narcissa placed Draco onto it and slid off his tiny footy-pajamas.

"What is that awful smell?" Lucius groaned as he sat up sleepily.

"Your son has just had a bowel-movement." Narcissa smiled politely.

"Oh… very well then, continue." He leaned back onto his pillow and began snoring. Narcissa shook her head; he only snored when he was exhausted. When she was done pulling on Draco's pajamas Narcissa frowned, she had not even thought about bringing Draco extra clothes, now she would have to use their limited money to by him a change of clothes.

"Lucius, you should get up, I don't want to stay in one spot too long." Narcissa said as she shook Lucius leg. He grumbled unhappily but rolled out of bed anyways.

"You're right." He said. Narcissa lifted Draco into her arms and bounced him softly.

"We also need to get food..." Lucius nodded his head silently, as he was still somewhat asleep. Narcissa smiled and wrapped Draco in his blanket once again. She grabbed her cloak and threw it over her shoulders when Lucius did. The two stole away into the hallway and snuck quietly to the kitchen. It was five in the morning so no one was awake yet. Narcissa handed Draco to Lucius and slid into the kitchen to grab a few different things for them to eat. She returned not a moment later with an armload of food.

"Alright, let's go." He handed Narcissa the baby and walked quickly out the back door.

Once they were outside they snuck down the alley and crouched as they peaked around the corner. There was not a soul on the street. Narcissa looked around Lucius to the streets but didn't see anything; she glanced up at the wall beside her for a brief moment, and had to do a double take.

"Lucius!" She whispered.

"What is it?" Lucius replied angrily.

"Look at this!" Narcissa pointed sharply at the poster over their heads. Lucius' eyes looked like tea saucers.

"What the hell?" The poster on the wall was a picture of them at their wedding, above it in big writing said: WANTED. Just under the word wanted was an even worse word: DEAD. The caption underneath said:

Young couple on the run from the law. Very dangerous criminals running around Paris killing random people. If seen be sure you are careful, they are armed and dangerous and not afraid to kill anyone that gets in their way.

"What ever happened to 'or alive'?" Narcissa whispered hysterically. "More importantly, who put these out? We aren't dangerous killers! Your father is!" Lucius tapped his chin for a moment.

"I've got it all figured out." He said at last.

"Oh do you?" Narcissa asked him sharply with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes, and I think that my father is behind all this after all. He set out these posters knowing we were coming here for our honeymoon. Anyone that knew we were at the motel would have attacked us thinking we were wanted felons. He knew we would come back here to hide because it was the last spot expected, and with that logic, he's probably got something worse planned for us if we go back to London." Lucius explained. Narcissa looked confused as she rocked Draco in her arms.

"That doesn't make sense, why kill us in such a weird way?" She asked as she stood up from the ground. Lucius stood up as well.

"I think it's because he doesn't want anyone suspecting him. This way someone else kills us and he appears innocent. Well, unlucky for him, he wasn't expecting us to take the baby with us."

"This is just terrible." Narcissa moaned.

"Stop that moaning, I think it's about time we put our plan into action."

"What plan? I don't know of any plan!"

"The plan I've had for weeks to kill my father."

"Oh of course, the one you wouldn't give me the details of."

"Yes that one. I have to kill him tonight or we'll never be free of this." Narcissa nodded at her husbands words, but she felt such worry for him as she had never felt before.

"You have to be careful Lucius." She whispered numbly.

"I will. But I want you and Draco to find somewhere to stay tonight, I'll be back to you in the morning." He kissed her cheek gently. "I love you."

"I love you too." And with that, Lucius apparated into the foggy morning. Narcissa looked down at Draco sadly and prayed he would still have a father by tomorrow morning.

A/N: I haven't done any of those 'Present day chapters' in a while because now we're getting closer to that actual time… don't worry, I know what I'm doing.

-Teenfox