There was a muggle known as Anne Frank during a time muggles called 'World War II' when the Axis powers clashed with the Allies. Among the most well known people was a 13 year old girl named Anne Frank. She lived in a small annex in Nazi (maybe even a muggle Death Eater group) run Germany. Hiding for years with many other people in cramp quarters, she long awaited a time to go home and be free.

The situation for the new family was similar.

It had been a few weeks since their leave from the wearing world and they were all sure that Voldemort knew something was wrong. They lived in both fear and comfort. The Locks were not nearby (Maxton included) and they only left the house when need-be and it was often all together with hoods on. Occasionally they could get a look at a Daily Prophet and they knew things were bad.

The three cared for the baby and slowly waited for what they hoped was a happy ending. Narcissa and Draco had adapted to the muggle home, even seeming to enjoy the muggle television. The baby was healthy and gaining weight and crying and sleeping and entertaining but tiring the new parents as should have been. Draco lost some of his attitude and even softened up a bit. Narcissa even seemed to enjoy being a house-wife to a family again.

Unfortunately; the serene would never last.

The first proof of this came around spring time. It was all over the Prophet that Draco's mission was fulfilled. Snape killed Dumbledore. Narcissa was especially upset by this; since she made the Vow with him.

Slowly but surely, just the aura grew darker. Jill made sure her loyal Iga was never out after dark and the baby was always within sight, even in doors.

"When will it end?" Jill asked Draco one night.

Jill was sitting at the kitchen table holding the baby.

It wasn't the lavish nursery Mrs. Malfoy prepared; but they were lucky enough to have enough things for the baby like clothes and a crib in Kay's room, which Draco also shared.

"It has to."
"I hope so, Draco. I really hope so. I thought this would be better; but it's just by a hair. I mean, we can't raise our child in fear…"
"We won't. If I know Potter he'll stalk down the Dark Lord with Granger and Weasley and all the others."
"…I hope he wins."
"For once; so do I."

For a while, all was well. Yes; it was gloomy and going outside hosted some paranoia; it was livable and they all did feel a bit safer. Just a bit.

Jill didn't know what it was that made her get Draco and Mrs. Malfoy when there was a knock at the door one evening.

"Take the baby, Draco-"
"What, no; I'll get it-"
"If they're Death Eaters they'll know who you are."

The knocks were louder so Draco, with a sigh agreed. He took the baby from Jill's arms and took his mother upstairs and handed off the baby to his mother as they watched Jill answer the door (his wand out)

"Yes?" Jill asked as she opened the door, carefully of course.

Jill stood in place for a while; her face full of shock. Draco was anxious and finally couldn't take it and ran down the stairs to confront who was there. And when Draco saw; he was just as awed. Was who was standing there, really who was standing there in front of the two new parents?