Chapter 7

Severus' POV

She stood at the bedroom window. I knew she was fighting off tears. I walked up to her and placed my hands on her arms, gently rubbing, not saying a word, simply letting her know I'm there for her. After a while, she spoke, "What did I see in him?"

"I think you saw a way to rebel against your well-meaning family," I whispered to her.

She turned towards me. "Hold me," she begged, so I held her. I didn't totally understand why she was as upset as she was.

After a few minutes, I asked, "Why don't you take some time and do some of the gift wrapping? I will deal with Lucius for the rest of the evening. After all, I expect with the time change he will be retiring soon." At this time of the year, our office has been turned into something that looks like Father Christmas' workshop! Ginny loves wrapping gifts.

I invited Lucius up to Eva's room. It's a reflection of her, and he can take in the information it reveals about her. "This is her space," I explained. "She's demanding, like you. The room has been exactly what she demanded since she was six."

Lucius looked a bit out of place; he didn't know what to do. He walked over to her desk and picked up a horse statue. "She likes horses?" he inquired.

"She does, and she sketches them very well. She's an artist at heart, and she's looking forward to seeing a real unicorn this year."

He looked up at me. "She's taking Care of Magical Creatures?"

I nearly smiled. "She said she was taking it to find more creatures to sketch. She does well in school. She's in Slytherin, but she's not like you, Draco, or Ginny as far as being popular goes. This likely has to do with being in Slytherin, but she's well liked enough."

"She's a Slytherin!" He took comfort in this.

"Yes, but she crosses house lines more than nearly any student on record. The Weasleys help with that, but I expect she will end up Head Girl because of it when the time comes."

"Slytherin will never be what it once was," Lucius mused.

I know why he says this; so many of the Dark Lord's supporters are either dead or locked up. "For now, but they said that after the first war. Powers rise and fall all the time." I chose not to tell my old friend that the girl we both call daughter questioned the need to go to Hogwarts. She wanted to continue in Muggle school with her friends. She wants to be an artist, and Hogwarts will not aid her in this goal.

He looked over at me. "Your dress style has changed."

"Ginny can be persuasive."

"Wives can be that way," Lucius observed.

"She's also a pushy little witch," I admitted.

"Really? I never would have guessed!" he said sarcastically.

This feels more like how he and I used to be. "How is Draco?"

"He married Astoria Greengrass. They have a son who will be starting Hogwarts next year," he explained.

I recalled her; she was dismal at Potions and held more liberal views than Lucius would care for.

"You and Ginevra also have a son?" he asked while looking at a photo of the children that sat on Eva's desk.

"Yes, that's Wyatt. He started this year."

A/N sorry I know this was a very short chapter but I wanted each chapter to be in one character's point of view.