September 10th, 1991

"What do you think about muggles?" Primrose asks, cutting through the comfortable silence. She looks away from the book she was forcing herself to read and focuses on Lucius and Narcissa. Lucius blinks at the sudden question before his nose scrunches slightly.

"They are... unable to accept the fact that they will never truly understand magic and it leads them to fear it, which leads them to harm us. We separated from the Muggle World for a reason. Why do you ask?" Narcissa answers carefully. Primrose frowns slightly before staring back down at her book. She quickly fixes her posture when she realizes she was slouching.

"...nothing important for now," Primrose eventually says, turning a page of her book.

"I understand you went by Twilfitt and Tattings to get a few formal and casual robes." Primrose looks up from her book. "I will be taking you and Harrison to get fitted for an entire wardrobe, for both summer and winter, and to the salon tomorrow."

"Okay, Narcissa." Primrose couldn't help but feel the dread build up in her gut. She had a feeling shopping with Narcissa was going to be a whole adventure by itself.

"Draco, Scion Daphne Greengrass, and Scion Theodore Nott with join us as well. They are Draco's friends," Narcissa adds while turning a page in the book she was reading.

"Is Daph–Is... S-Scion Greengrass, Healer Greengrass's daughter?" The fiery redhead quickly corrects herself, perking up at Narcissa's pleased hum.

"Daphne is Healer Greengrass's eldest daughter. Astoria Greengrass is her younger sister, by a year. Theodore is Draco's best friend. He's a... quiet boy who doesn't trust easily, so please be patient with him." Primrose slowly nods and gnaws at her bottom lip.

"...okay..." She says hesitantly. She glances back down at her book before sighing.

"You're slouching, Primrose," Lucius says, making the 11 year old girl blush. She quickly fixes her posture and focuses back on her book.

"...can–can we also go shopping in the... Muggle World?" Primrose tenses at the noise of surprise that comes out of the blonde woman's mouth. "Y-you don't have to go with me and Harry, Narcissa! B-but we–um–we want to get some Muggle clothes t-too."

"...maybe not tomorrow. We'll pick another day for... that trip," Narcissa says eventually.

Primrose slowly relaxes at the answer and nods her head. "Of course, Narcissa."

"Now, finish your required reading. I'm sure my Dragon's becoming increasingly impatient to help you learn how to fly on a broom." The fiery redhead brightens up at the mention of flying and goes back to reading her book, fixing her posture again.

September 11th, 1991

Primrose keeps a tight grip in Harry's hand, staring at the fireplace nervously. She wore an old dress Narcissa once wore when she was 11, modified to fit her so it wouldn't swallow her whole. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail, coiling around her head like snakes once again.

"Young Mistress Primmy and Young Master Harry's bes careful," Fomney states with a hard look to both twins. Primrose smiles and nods her head.

"We will, Fomney. Narcissa will be with us," She says softly. Fomney nods her head before glaring up at Primrose's hair, still peeved that she failed to tame it. Primrose stifles a giggle and messes with her untamable hair.

"Fomney bes going to continue to clean up Potter Manor for Young Mistress and Young Master. Bes seeing yous both soon," The house elf says before disappearing with a crack. Primrose blinks once before Narcissa walks into the room with Draco behind her.

"Are you both ready?" Narcissa asks calmly with a gentle smile on her face. The twins glance at each other before nervously nodding their heads, both slightly pale. The blonde woman gently places a hand on both of their heads, earning two small flinches from the sudden contact.

"If it gets too much, just say so." She gives them a stern look. "And do not overexert yourselves. Your health recovery is incredibly important. If you relapse in the slightest, you can have detrimental effects."

Primrose and Harry nod while they avert their gazes. "We understand, Narcissa."

Draco hops over with a bright smile and grabs their hands. Primrose squeaks in surprise and Harry jumps at the sudden pull at his hand.

"You're going to love Daphne and Theo! Blaise couldn't said he couldn't make it, but I'm sure it's because Daphne loves to annoy him," Draco states with glowing eyes, brimming with excitement. Primrose and Harry smile nervously, giving each other glances.

"I hope we aren't bombarded like last time..."

"We have Narcissa to protect us."

Primrose relaxes and gives her younger twin a small smile. He was right. Hopefully they can go through the whole day without needing to leave.

"You'll meet Blaise on the train to Hogwarts, so don't worry about him," Draco adds, smoothing his expression to his smug and confident smirk.

"Draco, Harrison you go first." Narcissa gently pushes the raven haired boy with her son towards the flaming green fireplace. The 11 year old girl instinctively grips her brother's hand even tighter at the statement, fear grabbing a hold of her heart.

She takes a deep breath and forces herself to release Harry's hand. "We're safe. Draco won't hurt him. He's safe."

Narcissa smiles proudly and gently places a hand on the fiery redhead's shoulder, receiving a shaky smile in return. Harry grabs Draco's arm as they enter the fire, giving Primrose a small glance.

"Diagon Alley!" Primrose reaches up and grabs Narcissa's skirt to stop herself from panicking when Draco and Harry disappear in a swirl of green flames. Narcissa silently holds out her hand, still looking down at the 11 year old girl.

Primrose feels her cheeks burn slightly and hesitantly grabs her hand with a small smile. Old memories of her sitting or standing next to her twin brother, watching little kids grab on to their parents' hands without any hesitation, skipping next to their parents. She remembers seeing Dudley do it once and the feeling of longing and envy coiling around her heart. She remembers trying to do it with Petunia one day when she and Harry were allowed to be outside. She remembers the horrible beating when they got home. She remembers never trying to do it ever again.

"Alright. Let's go. My Dragon couldn't stop himself from writing about you and Harry to his fruends. Daphne and Theodore are dying to meet you," Narcissa says as she starts to walk towards the fireplace. She grabs a handful of floo powder and throws it in the fire, making it burst into green flames again.

Primrose takes a deep breath and clenches her eyes shut when they step into the fire. "Don't throw up. Don't throw up. Don't throw up."

"Diagon Alley!" Primrose grips Narcissa's hand even tighter when the lurching pull almost makes her collapse. She hates the floo!

Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter! I'm sorry for the sporadic/non-existent updates. I've been going through some sort of motivation block in both writing and school, so I've been struggling.

This isn't really a chapter I am proud of, but I am determined to make the next chapter even better.

I hope you all are enjoying the story so far and I really appreciate you all reading and liking this! Bye!

WhovianWhoudini