"Boys… We're leaving." Narcissa says, "We have to leave tonight."

Draco's expression changes and he looks upset. Hunter, on the other hand, immediately gets angry. His eyes grow dark; he stands up and throws a glass. Then he proceeds to try and leave the room.

Narcissa knows he has a bad temper but this is something new. "HUNTER! Get back here now and explain yourself!" She barks, not willing to tolerate that behaviour in her house.

"Explain myself? You're the one moving us across the world! I like it here, I can't leave Hermione!" he says calmly but in a tone that would make anyone who wasn't closely acquainted to shiver.

Everyone in the room looks confused, "Hunter, who is Hermione?"

"She's a muggle from the village, she my best friend out of the family!" He whined, the eight year-old in him shining through.

Trying not to roll her eyes and the child's antics, she placed a hand on his shoulder, "Hunt, I am sure you will find many other friends where ever we decide to go. Maybe in a few years you could come back and see this Hermione, I'm sure she will stay in the area, the schools around here are great, I doubt her parents would want to move."

"But mother, Hermione isn't going to go to the normal schools! She's going to go to Hogwarts! She's a witch mother!" The black haired boy exclaimed.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she looked at the boy with pity, "Hunter, your friend, she probably isn't magic. Did she tell you she was?" She kneels down and takes the boys hand.

Hunter's eyes flash with anger but he manages to control himself, "No mother, she hasn't told me, I feel it though. When we are playing I feel her magic thump like a drum, just like me, you, Dragon, Moony, Prongs, all of us! She has it too Mother, I can feel it!" Her disbelieving gaze made him stomp his foot and storm out of the room, everyone was silent until they heard his bedroom door slam.

"Cissy, what if he's right? What if he really does have a Sight? If anybody found out that would be even more of a price over his head." Lucius frowns. Of course, nobody actually knew where Hunter was exactly but the wizarding world was starting to have doubts that the boy wonder was really dead. If this got out and everyone found out where Hunter was and that he had a Sight then he would be suspected to be harbouring the child for the dark side of the old war.

Sitting down extremely ungracefully, unlike when in public, she puts her head in her hands. What were they going to do? Their baby would be in danger his whole life whenever he goes out in public –If he were to ever wish to out himself as being alive to the world. Sure he would was going to get taught at home some defensive spells and at whatever school they enrol him into. They needed to think about this logically, where would the best option be?

"Severus, what school has the strongest wards?" She asks.

He thinks for a moment, "That would be Ilvermorny, in the Americas, they have strong wards surrounding the whole of the grounds but their defence OWL scores are not as high as most the other options. Would you like me to go through the pros and cons for each school? I have visited many of them while meeting potions masters to discuss other issues."

Narcissa nods, "Yes, I think that would be great Sev."

"Well let us start with Hogwarts, it is heavily warded though not as strong as a few others, it has an above good score rate across the whole board, but the only thing that would prevent sending them there would be the Headmaster. Erm… Beauxbaton next then, they more but weaker wards so I don't know how safe it would be there, they have excellent scores in charms and transfiguration but the boys know a lot about that sort of areas already. Also I doubt you could get Hunter into the uniforms, maybe Draco but Hunt is too much like his father, he'd not be seen dead dressed in tight pants and blazers. Another good option is Castelobruxo they have similar wards to Hogwarts but slightly weaker and have creatures surrounding the grounds that keep the school safe, they have a good quidditch league but their defence scores are the lowest out of all of them. There is Mahoutokoro and Uagado but they only take children from their continent." He finished, taking in the look on her face, she was at a loss.

"I don't think any of these schools is good enough for my boys Severus, they need defence and heavy wards, not pixies and charms. Please Severus there must be another option!" She as begging now and she knew, and hated, it.

Severus took a deep breath, "There is one more option, and you're not going to like it." He said, "Durmstrang –please Narcissa hear me out- is the best wizarding school on the globe despite the dark reputation. Half a decade ago the old Headmaster retired and a better man took his place, I know him personally, he has turned the whole school around, before him their score were dropping in all subjects but since he has joined they have reached top scores across the board, only being slightly less than Beauxbatons in transfiguration. Plus the boys much rather speaking Bulgarian than any other language, although they speak English at the school but the language would make them fit in better in the community as a lot of students come from Bulgaria. And they have an amazing quidditch league, and I think they also allow muggle pets like dogs be taken."

What on earth am I going to do? She thinks to herself. They would need to speak with the boys or Draco at the very least if Hunter was still in a mood.

She told Severus that she'd be back; the walk to the boy's rooms wasn't far from the dining room so it only took a couple minutes to get to Draco's room. She knocked and heard Draco invite her in, and heard an exasperated sigh which was most likely Hunter.

Peeking into the room, she saw that Hunter was about to go through a door into the wardrobe, "Wait Hunter, this concerns you also."

He rolled his eyes but walked over to Draco's bookshelf, pretending to read the back of one of his muggle fantasy books.

"As I already told you, we have to leave soon, well tonight. Your uncle Severus and I have been discussing options on where we should go and we talked about possible schools. Some schools have high scores in their OWL marks but penetrable wards that wouldn't be safe for you, and those that had outstanding wards only let natives attend the schools. It took a bit but Sev finally convinced me, we have decided the best place for you is Durmstrang."

Hunter dropped the book. Was he sure he heard her right? Draco and Hunters dream had been to go to Durmstrang Institute because of their amazing quidditch league but their mother had denied them that, the school had a terrible reputation for dark arts.

"So boys, how's your Bulgarian?" she asks.

Hunter glares, "Shiban gluposti." He spits and stalks out of the room.

Narcissa's eyes widen, who dare that boy. She had raised him to be a perfect gentleman, not some little toe-rag who swore at his parents.

Draco looked utterly petrified for his brother, not only had he burst earlier but now he had sworn at their mother. Poor boy.

"HUNTER ORION BLACK MALFOY! How dare you speak to me like that? I never want to hear those words come out of your mouth ever again. Am I clear?" she rants, "Good. Hand me your wand."

"NO! No please, I'm sorry I won't ever say it again I promise. Please, we just got them, please mother." He begs.

It takes a moment for their mother to answer but she finally gives in, "Just this once. If you so much as think that word again then you will suffer the consequences horrifically am I clear?"

"Yes Ma'am." Hunter submits.

"Okay then, start packing, you have four hours, I will send a house elf up to help and bring food. That goes for you too my Dragon, I know your eavesdropping." She then proceeds to leave Hunters room.

Draco, peeking out from the wardrobe having followed his mother when she first went into his room, raises a brow at his brother, "Why in the name of Merlin, would you say that?"

"So she knows just how much I want to move to Bulgaria. Dark arts killed my parents, why would I want to study it?" He asks solemnly. True he had raved about attending the school with the most amazing quidditch league ever but he didn't want to learn how to do the things that started a war.

"But Hunt, it's not like we will be learning the unforgivable's in first year, possibly not even in any years. Come to the nook, I have a book on magic types."

Going through their wardrobe, they take a seat Draco having found the book.

"Look here,

'Divergent magic, otherwise known as 'Dark' magic, is the magic that bends the rules of natural life. Divergent magic is given its bad reputation because of the misuse of certain spells, such as the 3 Unforgivable's, but that is usually not the case, it is classed as dark because the things it can do are unnatural in the way of the earth, such as binding a leg which had been cut off back to a body with no pain. Spells such as this have been used less and less over the past century because Divergent magic is viewed as 'bad' but that is only a perception…'

See it's not all bad, imagine you get your leg chopped off, and then what would you do? If we learnt Divergent magic we could use that spell and get right back up!" He exclaims.

Hunter still looks suspicious, "And when we do get onto the bad stuff like AK, what happens if I get sad? What if they make me go through the pain of watching it?"

"Then I will be here to protect you!" Draco says and puts an arm around his brother, then leaves saying that he still needs to pack.

Hunter goes to his door and whistles for Rocco, having taught the dog his name all the day before. After a couple of moments later a bashful puppy bounds into his room, jumping, and missing, to get onto the bed. He ended up rolling along the carpet instead.

Having already learnt spells from his parents he starts to cast spells on his things to pack into the cardboard boxes his mother set out, starting with the nick-knacks scattered on shelves around the room, only stopping when he found his old yo-yo to play with it for half an hour. Realising how much time he had just wasted he speeds up his packing, and then he starts on the books and clothes in the shelves and drawers. Once that's finished he shout James to get him to shrink his furniture as that's a spell he hadn't learnt yet.

Finally he finishes his own room and moves onto the nook, dragging Prongs along with him to help, Draco joining later after finishing his own room. Probably took so long hand packing his books.

They finish and have half an hour to spare so they go to grab their brooms and fly but stop when they hear the conversation going on in the living room.

"…but he might never want to, Lucius. Our world can be brutal when it comes to sensitive issues such as this and you have lived that life." Narcissa says, softly.

Lucius sighs, "I understand that Cissy but how are we to get him into a school without him being recognised? It's not like he's unrecognisable, his scar would…" He stopped talking when Draco pushed Hunter to hardly into the door so he could hear clearer. But instead of its intended purpose it landed Hunter on the floor with a sheepish blond squashing him from above.

Narcissa shot out of her seat on the plush leather couch, the only piece of furniture in the room. "Boys, done so soon? Get up off the floor; we want to see what house you would like to live in. We have the option of four different places. We have a Black manor in Russia, you would have to floo when you started school, there's also the Malfoy Old Hill Estate in Bulgaria, which is the one we think is best. There is an abundance of things that are on the grounds, like a pool with heating charms as the winters are severe, horse stables as you love horses Dragon, enough space for hundreds and hundreds of quidditch pitches and even a river. But if not that then there Potter beach house in the east of Ukraine but it does get rather cold there, but then again so does Bulgaria and Russia. And finally there is a town house in Romania owned by the Evans family that was left to Lily that then left it to Hunter."

The two boys look at each other, both already knowing what their thinking, Bulgaria is the place for them.

"There's no point in even asking mother, of course we are going to say Bulgaria."

Narcissa smiles, "Bulgaria it is then."