Hey Everyone,

Sorry this chapter took so long. I have major things going on. I will give you a heads up and tell you that the Prisoner of Azkaban segment of this re-write is nearly completed. I will post soon but I am thinking it will be done in 2 chapters maybe 3 and then on to 4th year. YAY! I am so happy you guys are still out there and I hope that this story still brings you enjoyment. Thank you so much for the reviews in the past couple of weeks. Ill try harder to get the chapters out but getting busier.

Thanks,
Snow

Hermione decided to stay at Black Hall with her two best friends. Jean went home to a night alone with Dan and to give him an update… their little girl will be just fine. The boys accommodated to her needs of restricted movement and later when she fell asleep in the chair Narcissa levitated the brunette up the stairs and Draco and Harry waited patiently while Narcissa got the girl into a nightgown. When she was finished the two boys, as different as night and day, stood on either side of the bed. Narcissa stood back from the scene and watched her boys. Harry looked down on the girl with sorrow, as if he had seen the depths of exhaustion and thought she could never have the energy to move again. His was a look of empathy. Draco on the other hand looked down on the girl and reached out to her forehead and moved a bit of stray hair from her face and stroke down her cheek. It was a loving gesture, a caress of adoration. Then the boys looked at one another and their eyes locked. Narcissa would not move, she would not ruin this moment. She even held her breath. She was on the edge of her seat and aside from their age she wished they would make some kind of gesture to the other. There clearly were feelings but how deep did they go. Sirius moved behind her and Harry saw the movement and looked over to the witch and wizard. He smiled to his hosts for the evening and excused himself for bed. Draco was left glassy eyed and wanting, but what. Narcissa almost stepped to her son to take his frustration away from him but this was that part of growing up she would have to let her little Lord figure out for himself.

"Not good enough," Sirius blocked her attack nonchalantly with one of the temporary wands taken from the Black Hall armory.

They always had spares for when they would go about breaking them. They were rich and didn't understand the value of possessions until much later in life. He was happy with his choice in wand though. It was a lot like his old one and it did what he needed until he could get another. He lazily looked over to his panting cousin. She was drenched in sweat, and hard lines marred her forehead and she put her hands on her sides gasping. He watched but for the life of him couldn't figure out the spurt of energy the woman finally had as she dueled him wandlessly. He told her he would help her, as he was a master of wandless magic but that was of course a talent kept hidden in the shadows and secrets of the Black family. It was one of the ways he escaped his hell those months ago. He looked at her, and then up, as if he could see through the floor. A creepy, slimy smile slid over his lips.

"I dare say, that young lady, Hermione, she is quite a wonderful person," he watched as she pulled her shoulders back and made that patented face of marble and ice. Bingo!

"When does she come of age again? I think she would make a fine mis…" before he could finish his statement he found himself dangling from a torrent of volatile magic against the wall. He laughed and winced.

"Yes! Yes… perfect. Use that hatred and anger Narcissa. That's what wandless magic is about. It is all about controlling our accidental magic, which only appears when we are angry or scared or any other array for very intense emotions. "

He gasped for air and filled his lungs as Narcissa slowly let him drop to the floor. She looked at him with ice in her eyes, and fire in her veins. Sirius raised his hands in defeat as he felt the woman's magic flow off of her in waves. She went to raise her hand to slap the shit out of her cousin when a blood curdling scream was heard from upstairs. Narcissa and Sirius raced up the stairs and were to the girls room in record time. Narcissa without thought of propriety jumped on the bed and nudged the girl. The girl reached out and hugged her to her chest. Narcissa let the witch do as she needed. She sighed as the nightmares seemed to subside. She opened her eyes and saw Siruis in the door way, and two boys panting from their sprint down the hall. Harry looked oddly at the pair in the bed and was mesmerized by the figures there. Draco was another matter. He stepped toward the bed and sat on the edge. He reached out and stroked his mothers fur, and whispered so none could hear.

"Does she know?" Draco looked in the bluest eyes he had ever seen and watched as his mother slightly moved her head back and forth. Draco sighed, and got up to the men.

"Hermione will be fine gents. Sable will take good care of her," Draco shooed the men out of the room but looked back to see Hermione holding his mother's animagus form to her as tightly as you would a teddy bear, but sleeping like a babe.

"Draco, your mom…" began Sirius but Draco cut him off and nodded his head to Harry's retreating form.

"Is sleeping soundly in her room and we'll tell her of the episode in the morning," Draco tried to convey to Sirius that this was a closely guarded secret. Sirius smiled and clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"Your mom told me that I would be allowed to get into the good wine for the night. Ya know, for being such a good boy today," he said a little too loudly. Draco shook his head. Draco summoned the cellar keys and threw them at his cousin.

"Only 4 bottles, if not she will decimate me as well for your stipulation to keep quiet you mangy dog," Draco went straight back to his room. He stared up at the ceiling. His mother's secret would come out sooner or later, but in this instance it would be best if he and Sirius let Narcissa tell Harry and Hermione of her animagus form in her own time.

Morning came and Hermione's eyes blinked open. She went to roll over and out of bed when she rolled right in to pure while fur. The girl smiled and hugged the wolf to her.

"How's my pretty girl?" Hermione whispered and she stroked fur and then scratched Sable's ears. Once again Hermione laughed when Sable was caught indulging in a momentary lapse of pleasure as her back leg itch to scratch the heavenly spot that girl always seems to find. Then the majestic wolf bounded out of the bed and then sat next to the loo just as she did last time. Hermione smiled as she walked by the wolf and placed a loving kiss on top of the dogs head.

The wolf dashed down the hall and Narcissa morphed into herself and sat on her bed. She clenched her hand over her heart, and took a deep breath. That damned girl, gods. She had her every time, like putty in her hands. For once she was grateful she used her form like this, so Hermione would never know it was her that she was so comfortable with, and shared her secrets to, and touched. She needed to get cleaned up, and down for breakfast before no one is the wiser.

Once in the kitchen she helped Dobby get tea and coffee going, and requested of mountain of food to be cooked. She told Jean that she could come over any time she wished all she had to do was call for Dobby and he would pop over, and Ducky would take over for his brother.

Narcissa looked up as the next morning riser came into the kitchen. She was already nursing a cup of tea and looked at the paper when her son also came back with a cup of tea and sat right in front of her.

"So…" he began hoping his mother would elaborate about last night.

"So what?" Narcissa said as she sipped her tea and eyed her son playing coy. Draco sighed.

"So Hermione has met Sable. When did that happen?" Draco asked as Dobby gave him some toast and strawberry jam. Narcissa looked at him and also asked for some toast.

"When she came to stay with me the first time when she got sick. She was having nightmares just like last night," Narcissa said warmly. Draco nodded and shook his head.

"I wonder what they were about?" he asked. He would never judge his mother for helping the girl but it was the first time she had revealed herself to him or another in so long. He smiled slightly.

"Why are you smiling Draco?" Narcissa asked wondering if it was Harry the boy was reminiscing on.

"I remember when you used to curl up on my bed when I had nightmares. You also used to let me play with your ears and ride your back," his smiled beamed like a little boy and she couldn't help but smile in return. "What do we tell her when she can't find Sable?"

"Sable has a mind of her own and is guardian of these grounds especially since the divorce from your father," That was the story she gave the girl last time and Draco nodded. It was a good story.

Harry and Hermione came into the kitchen at the same time, and she looked loads better. Jean also appeared shortly and gave Hermione the potion vial. She took it, grimaced, and looked at every one.

"I can't wait for school to start," she said as she shoveled her mountain of food in her mouth with a genuine smile. The boys groaned at their friend but smiled at her getting back to normal. Sirius finally walked into the kitchen in a pair of muggle sweatpants, woolen socks, and sweatshirt. When he sat down he let his lead hit the table. Narcissa looked at the wizard.

"I said 4 bottles from the good cellar. I guess he tried to drink them all in one night," Draco smirked at his cousin. It served him right.

Narcissa levitated his head off the table and put coffee under his face. After a moment he finally took small sips.

"Thanks mum," the grown wizard said. Narcissa canceled the spell and his face crashed into his coffee bringing bouts of laughter around the table. She hid her mirth behind her tea cup and patted her cousin on the shoulder.

"No problem dear," she said as if she was speaking to one of the children. Once again laughter spread around the kitchen table. The kids began to talk about their second term classes and schedules. Hermione smiled and joined in on conversation unable to tell the boys the whole story, but needless to say she was excited, and happy. Jean and Narcissa couldn't help but feel better about the situation.