A/N: Many of you have asked me what the chapter titles mean. Well, they are in Latin, of course, the language from which many common English words are derived, so it shouldn't be too hard to guess their meanings. There are also a number of good Latin Online Dictionaries out there for those of you who can be bothered to look them up. But for those who can't…here are what the chapter titles so far mean.

1) Priori Occuro: Earlier Events

2) Clinicus Noctu: A Medical Evening

3) Causa Comperio: Understanding the Reason

4) Causa Comperio Processum: Understanding the Reason Continued

5) Tardo Incendium: Slow Burn

6) Praeparatio: Preparations

7) Saltatio Ferventis: Fervent Dance

8) Ominor Terribilis: Ominous and Terrible

9) Usu Venit: It Happens

10) Amor Paternus: A Father's Love

11) Imploratio: Cry for Help

12) Draco Egentis: Draco In Need

13) Propicato Omnino Explicato: The Prophesy Is Explained

14) Auror Exercitium: Auror Training

15) Pertinuis Accido: A Little Accident

16) Sero Confessio: A Serious Confession

17) Congressus Clanculum: Secret Meeting

18) Aemulus Vindicta: A Vengeful Trap

19) Familias Concilio: Family Reunions

20) Antiquitas et Futuras: Past and Future

21) Nubeculae: Storm Clouds

22) Valere Iubere: Valorous Farewell

23) Longe Aestivus: Long Summer

24) Rationem: Reasonings

25) Felicitas Parentalis: Happy Parents

26) Debilitas Solivagus: Weak Solitude

27) Lucius Investigo: Lucius Investigates

28) Draconis Loqutus: Conversation with a Dragon

29) Fortuna Domesticum: Fortunate Family Situations

30) Bisomnium: Two Dreams

I would like to let all you faithful readers know I am writing as fast as I can. I don't have writer's block…yet…it's just that there's been no time. I acquired two pet quail chicks over the weekend so that was a big time occupier (we called them Cookies and Cream- one is brown and one is white) and I have been called back to my school to attend several staff meetings. Ok, here is Chapter 30. More chapters to come later in the week.

Chapter 30: Bisomnium: Two Dreams

            Hermione put on her white starched nurse's uniform and pinned her hair back neatly. Nurses were all required to have hair kept neatly off their faces. She said goodbye to her parents, whose private dental clinics opened later in the day, and left for the bus stop.

            It was already mid-spring. She enjoyed the warmer weather and was grateful that the winter was over. She wondered if Cathy would be on the bus already. Sometimes, the two ladies would meet on the bus if they were lucky as Cathy lived only three stops away. A bus pulled up at the stop, but it wasn't hers, so she ignored it and continued reading a small book that she had borrowed from the library. It was "The Snows of Kilimanjaro" by muggle author Ernest Hemingway.

            Some people got off the bus.

            She was aware of somebody standing over her.

            "Hermione?"

            The voice shocked her into silence. Her fingers gripped the book so tightly her knuckles turned white.

            "Hermione, is that you?"

            She looked up slowly…not daring to hope, filled with wonder.

            "Draco?"

            He smiled at her. He looked just as he had on their last morning together. He wore a smartly-cut dark suit with a white silk tie, his hair combed neatly back and tied with a black ribbon. His gray eyes were gentle and full of love.

            "Is it really you?" she whispered, the book she had been reading slipped out of her fingers and onto the floor.

            He reached his hands out to hers and guided her gently to her feet.

            "I came to look for you. I couldn't bear it without you, 'Mione."

            He was as tall and handsome as ever. She had to tilt her head back to look into his face. He pulled her towards him. His strong chin, the aristocratic cheekbones, the fine forehead…she remembered them all. He kissed her solemnly and gently, as he had on the night of the Christmas Ball when they had danced in the Great Hall. "I've missed you, and our son, Hermione."

            "I've missed you too! Why didn't you come sooner!" she began to cry.

            "I couldn't find you."

            It was the charm. She knew. It hid her from him, she was supposed to stay away from him, not have him fold her in his strong arms and tell her he loved her still…

            "Miss? Are you all right?" Hermione opened tear filled eyes and saw an old man holding her book out to her. "You must have drifted off and dropped your book."

            "Th-Thanks." she managed to say, wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands. She took her book back from him.

            "Are you sure you're okay?" he said, peering at her. The young nurse looked very upset.

            "Oh yes." She semmed embarrassed. "Thank you so much."

            A bus pulled into the bus stop. "That's my bus" she said brightly, "Thanks again." She boarded the bus and took a seat. When she looked back at the bus stop, there was no one there, except the old man who had gone back to reading his newspaper. A gust of wind lifted the corner of his paper slightly. It was a dream.

            She sank back into her seat. Cathy was not on this bus- which was good or else she would be pumped with questions about why she looked so upset. Cathy was beginning to be suspicious about the story of the sick cousin she had recently made up to explain her moods and tears.

            "No Malfoy can find you without your consent…" Minverva McGonagall's voice entered her thoughts. It was the day that they were to be parted till Dumbledore succeeded in destroying Voldemort's plans for the second stone. Dumbledore finished the spell and handed her the pale orange liquid in a silver chalice. She knew that Draco was in another part of the castle, thinking of her. Noel was still with him, as far as she knew. The baby would be going to his new home later that week.

Her hands hesitated as she brought the cup to her lips.

            A hand patted her on her shoulder. She looked into the headmaster's kind eyes.

            "Miss Granger, we will all be here for you. You are not shut off from us, simply from the Malfoys. And unless I am completely mistaken about young Draco Malfoy, it will take more than mere separation from you for him to stop keeping you in his heart. Be strong Miss Granger."

Hermione nodded and drank the concealment potion.

            "Do not find me." she muttered, looking out of the window of the bus into the nameless faces of the crowd in the English town. "I am strong."

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            Narcissa Malfoy awoke suddenly. She was in her own bed. She took a moment to remember where she was and what had happened to her.

            "Awake at last, Narcissa?"

            It was her husband's voice.

            She sat up in a hurry.

            "Lucius! Where am I? I thought you were in France."

            Her husband was sitting in a chair beside her bed. He was holding something in his hands, but she couldn't see what it was.

            "I was summoned back urgently when the house-elves told me you had fainted in the music room. I wonder why you fainted Narcissa?"

            Memories came rushing back. She had had a bath. Then she had gone down to the music room to destroy the photograph of her grandchild. Then she had fainted…the necklace had tightened…Fear entered her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but said nothing.

            "Lost your voice, my love? I wonder, could it be because you are afraid of me?"

            Mesmerised by her husband's blue-gray eyes, Narcissa said nothing. Her husband carefully placed the object he was holding on the bed in front of her. It was a gold-edged photograph frame with the Malfoy family crest engraved onto it. Within the frame, Draco and Hermione smiled and kissed and the baby yawned and opened his eyes. Narcissa felt her head swirling, her heart began to flutter- she thought she would have a heart attack.

            "Fancy you not telling me that we were grandparents." Lucius' voice was dangerously smooth and calm. Narcissa knew that he was more dangerous like this than when he raged and shouted. She shook her head.

            "DON'T LIE TO ME ANYMORE!" Lucius snatched the frame from her lap and hit his wife across the face with it. She screamed. "THAT IS FOR LYING" he shouted, "AND THIS IS BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT!" he yelled, hitting her twice more with the frame. Narcissa screamed again as her lip split and she tasted blood. Blood poured into her eyes from a cut somewhere on her forehead.

            She lifted her hands to her face and cowered against the head of the bed.

            Lucius threw the photoframe so hard against the wall that it smashed. He seemed to have lost control. He snatched a vase from the bedside table and threw it at the bed head above Narcissa where it smashed and showered over her in a hail of sharp fragments.

            "You FILTHY BLOOD-TRAITORS!" He screamed as he grabbed his wife's hands from her face and shook her. He dragged her off the bed and threw her onto the floor where she landed next to the smashed photo frame.

            "Lucius! Stop it!" she screamed.

            He walked over to her and she thought he was going to kick her but he bent down and picked up the photo frame.

            "How long have you known? HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN!" He roared, kicking her hard so she curled over.

            Narcissa's mouth was filled with her own blood and a cut above her eyebrow bled down her face. Her white night-gown was spattered with blood. Something snapped inside her as she saw her own blood. "You're a FUCKING MAD MAN, LUCIUS! A PUREBLOOD FREAK and I'd rather DIE than tell you anything!" she scrambled to her feet. Lucius looked aghast at his wife's outburst. She had never stood up to him before, never dared to resist him.

Narcissa seemed possessed of some reckless courage and she went on raving. "You have a heart of stone, Lucius Malfoy. Me, I could put up with it, but Draco…our son, when you tortured and corrupted him…I WANTED TO KILL YOU! You are a SICK CRAZY PUREBLOOD PSYCHO. Grow up, Lucius! Bloodlines aren't worth a knut these days…" Narcissa began to get hysterical. She began to laugh and tear at her hair.

            Lucius watched in horror as his wife pulled out a clump of her beautiful long blonde hair.

            "NARCISSA. Get a grip on yourself." He said sharply. She simply laughed even harder, tears and blood streaming down her face. She was getting to her feet now, her hand still holding a clump of her blonde hair, she was muttering crazily…

            "Get a grip! GET A GRIP! My mother was right…She warned me about you…warned me you were a psycho pureblood maniac…warned me about your murderous intentions. You were right mother- he is a sick bastard….a sick pervert…and I HATE him…I HATE HIM! I HATE YOU LUCIUS MALFOY!"

            Lucius dodged as Narcissa ran towards him, her fists clenched in rage. Unfortunately, Lucius had left his wand in another room so he couldn't hex her, but he was still the stronger of the two. Grabbing his wife from behind, he gripped her so tightly she whimpered. He shook her hard. "Stop this at once. STOP THIS AT ONCE." Narcissa's screams and laughter began to fade and finally, she slumped in his arms. She seemed to have fainted.

            Lucius was obliged to carry her to the bed and lay her down.

            "Parkinson!" he shouted. "Parkinson!"

            The door to the master bedroom opened and Pansy Parkinson slid into the room. "Fetch me my wand from the study." Pansy nodded and hurriedly ran off to fetch the wand. She brought it to Lucius in a matter of seconds.

            "Stand back" he told the girl, who scuttled off to a corner of the room.

            Narcissa was slowly regaining her senses. I screamed at Lucius! I can't believe I lost control. Her mouth still tasted like blood. She couldn't remember exactly what she had said. She groaned softly and put her hand to her lip. Lucius' face swam into focus and there was another girl in the room…someone familiar…

            "Narcissa," said her husband calmly, "I'm afraid you forgot yourself and said some terrible things."

            She nodded dumbly.

            "I am going to give you a chance to take everything you said back and co-operate with me in finding Hermione Granger and the child. Is that clear?"

            Narcissa stared at him.

            Lucius's pale face began to turn red. "Is that clear? Do you take back what you said? Will you help me find Granger and the child?"

            Narcissa stared back at him. Though she said nothing, Lucius saw hatred and defiance in his wife's eyes.

            "Very well." He said, "I haven't done this to you in years, but since you refuse to see sense…"

            Narcissa's eyes remained steadily defiant. Lucius lifted his wand.

            "Imperio"

            There was a bright flash as Narcissa's body absorbed the unforgivable curse. She closed her eyes and opened them again. They were her usual beautiful, blue eyes. It seemed nothing had changed. Pansy Parkinson watched curiously from the corner of the room.

            Lucius calmly sheathed his wand and used his handkerchief to wipe the blood off his wife's face. She sat as still as a statue.

            "You will behave as if nothing has happened. You will do everything I say. You will help me find Miss Granger and the child. You will not defy me again."

            Narcissa turned to look at her husband and nodded.

            "Narcissa, I believe you haven't been introduced to one of our new friends. I would like you to meet Miss Pansy Parkinson…she is going to help me find Miss Granger and the baby. Why don't you greet her and make friends."

            Pansy watched in fascination as a bloodstained Narcissa Malfoy automatically got off the bed and walked towards her. Narcissa was smiling, "Hello, Miss Parkinson. How nice to meet you." She grasped Pansy's hand warmly and shook it. "Lucius, shall we take Miss Parkinson down for some tea?"

            "An excellent idea, Narcissa."

            Lucius had returned to Malfoy Manor the day before only to find his wife in an apparently petrified swoon in bed. It was only a matter of seconds before he noticed the crumpled photograph clutched in her right hand. Lucius' feelings when he saw the photograph were too terrible to be put into words- his only son: consorting with a filthy mudblood! No, worse than consorting- falling in love with a mudblood! For there was no doubt that the look in Draco's eyes in the photograph was that of love. And worse…his son had mated and produced a dirty bastard child with that girl! The shame! If the other purebloods found out…the Malfoys would have a hard time building up their reputation again from that one!

            And his traitorous, deceitful wife! Siding with the boy and his dirty-blooded lover…she had probably known all along. Probably cherished stupid feminine thoughts of having gurgling mudblood grandchildren even if her only son was doomed in a few years…it made him laugh in rage.

            Turning from his wife, he had rushed over to the study where Pansy Parkinson was waiting and it was only a few minutes later that he had successfully restored most of her memory. She had only been under a very basic memory charm. Pansy's outrage at the photo nearly matched his own. The little witch had soon blabbed the whole story of Draco and Hermione's shameless romance to him and indicated her full co-operation in "getting back" at the mudblood. However, he soon grew tired of the little bitch's bawling over "her Draco" betraying her and shut her up with a hard slap, causing her to run screaming from the room. Nevertheless, he was careful not to be too harsh on Pansy because he recognized a cruel, vengeful streak in her that might eventually prove useful.

            He had stormed back to the bedroom where his wife was just coming out of her swoon.

            "More tea, Miss Parkinson?" asked Narcissa Malfoy politely, holding out the tea-pot.

            Pansy shook her head. The table was unnaturally tense. Frankly, Pansy felt sick. The revelation that Draco and Hermione had had a child together made her want to vomit with rage and jealousy. She looked across the table… Narcissa Malfoy acting like a perfect hostess in her blood-stained dressing gown and with her swollen face was extremely macabre.

            Only Lucius didn't seem to notice anything wrong. Pansy noticed he ate with an excellent appetite, even complimenting Narcissa on the cake. It was great relief to Pansy when Lucius finally threw down his napkin and stood abruptly from the table, indicating that tea was over.

            "Follow me, Narcissa…Miss Parkinson."

            Narcissa stood immediately and followed her husband and Pansy followed Narcissa. They seemed to walk down a couple of long flights of stairs before they reached a solid oak door. Pansy guessed this door led to the Malfoy Manor dungeons. She was not wrong.

            Narcissa Malfoy sat limply in a chair in the dungeon and Pansy stood awkwardly by her side. Lucius' back was turned to them and he was pouring a colourless fluid into a small cup. He finally stoppered the larger bottle and returned to Narcissa, holding out the little cup.

            "Drink this, Narcissa."

            Narcissa took the cup and drank it obediently.

            Pansy knew it was veritaserum. They had studied it in Potions in their Final Year.

            Lucius waited a moment before questioning his wife.

            "When was the picture taken?"

            "On October the 12th last year, during the baby's naming ceremony."

            "When was the child born?"

            "On September the 12th last year."

            "What is the baby's name?"

            "Noel Draco Malfoy."

            Lucius snorted. Noel…what a stupid muggle name.       The questioning went on.

            "How did you find out about this?"

            "Draco told me."

            "Why did you not tell me?"
            "We were afraid you might harm Miss Granger or the child."

            "Where is the mudblood and the child now?"

            "I do not know."

            Lucius slapped Narcissa hard, and she gave a soft cry.

            "Where are the mudblood and the child now!?"

            "I do not know."

            Lucius was going to hit her again but he calmed himself down and thought rationally. Narcissa was under the influence of veritaserum. She was incapable of lying.

            He changed his line of questioning. "Are the mudblood and the child with Draco?"

            "No."

            "Why not?"

            "They were all separated for safety's sake. To hide them from Voldemort and you."

            "How were they hidden?"

            "The baby is under a Fidelius. Miss Granger is under a Tenebrarum charm- no Malfoy can find her without her consent."

            "Who performed these charms?"

            "Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall."

            "Do you know who the secret keeper is?"

            "No."

            Lucius was going to end his interrogation but the identity of the secret keeper was too important to let go so easily.

            "Who does?"

            "Hermione Granger, Albus Dumbledore and Minverva McGonagall."

            "Does Draco know anything at all?"

            "No."

            "What do you know about Draco's feelings in this matter?"

            Narcissa Malfoy blinked her blue eyes. One of which was rapidly swelling shut. As if from far away, she heard her husband's voice floating over her….Draco's feelings in this matter… She turned to face her husband as if in a dream. Her voice came from many miles away as if she had no control over them… "He loves her. He would die for her and his child and I hope they manage to stop you from ending Draco's life, you venomous snake…"

            Lucius really did hit her then, so hard that her head flew back. Pansy gave a small scream but didn't dare to go to Narcissa's aid. Narcissa didn't make a single sound. Her head hung down and blood dripped from her nose onto her already spattered dressing gown. Though not restrained, Narcissa made no effort to get up from the chair on which she was sitting.

            Finally, Lucius thought, things were coming to light. Lucius felt like a curtain had been lifted in front of him and he saw the events of the last year in clearer light than ever before. His face was cold and triumphant. He would have to report this to his Lord as soon as possible. The boy was a liar and a traitor. He would soon learn that the Dark Lord punished traitors. He would put an end to this, no matter what it took.

            "Parkinson"

            "Y-Yes Mr Malfoy?" Pansy Parkinson was beginning to be really afraid of Lucius Malfoy. His treatment of Narcissa was shockingly brutal, even to Pansy Parkinson.

            "Are you familiar with the Tenebrarum charm?"

            "No…"

            The girl was stupid as well as ugly, thought Lucius.

            "Come here." Lucius indicated that she follow him to a low shelf of books behind his work table. He drew out a volume and spread it open on the table. "Read this quickly."

            Pansy scanned the page quickly. Tenebra – darkness, blindess and obscurity. The Tenebrarum Charm was developed in 1877 by Wizard Corolanus Bartolome. The charm causes the subject to be hidden from whoever he chooses. Specified persons will be unable to find or see the subject unless the subject gives his consent that he be found by them. Being relatively new and extremely difficult to perform, the charm is not well known and has only been performed (to this editor's knowledge) successfully three times. Most recently, it  was used by famous wizard actress Leonora Van Selwick to avoid members of the press… this was followed by an account of the actress' use of the charm as well as two other examples of the charm as used before. An extremely long paragraph followed on how to prepare the complicated potion that held the charm.

            "Hermione's under a Tenebrarum…" said Pansy slowly. "Which means that members of the Malfoy family cannot find her unless she gives her consent…"

             "Your perspicacity astounds me, Miss Parkinson."

            "But then how will you ever find her?" Pansy looked wide-eyed at Lucius.

            Lucius rolled his eyes and sighed. "Miss Parkinson…why do you think I have not broken all the bones in your body and sent you back to Switzerland in a goblet, despite being sorely tempted to do so for the last two hours?..."

            Pansy gulped.

            "…Because, Miss Parkinson. YOU are not a Malfoy. And I know you are as eager to assist me in the matter of ruining Draco's happy family as I am eager to see it ended."

            "You want me to find Hermione?"

            "No, I want the house-elves to find her. Think, Miss Parkinson. You should easily be able to find her….after all, you are not a Malfoy….yet."

            "Yet?"

            Lucius smiled. "Well, my dear Miss Parkinson -if we succeed in turning Draco's affections for Miss Granger, then I do believe that we would clear a path for some new woman in my son's life…some nice, pureblood woman….if you understand me."

            A gleam of desire sprang into Pansy's eyes. "You mean…me and Draco…?"

            "I mean exactly you and Draco."

            "But how do we get rid of Hermione? Do we kill her?" asked Pansy eagerly.

            Lucius snickered and turned around to pick out another volume from his shelves. This one read "Moste Potente Potions". Pansy recognized it from her days in Hogwarts.

            "I'm afraid it's not so simple, Miss Parkinson. You see, if we kill Miss Granger or the child when Draco is still in love with them…" Pansy flinched at the words "…we risk Draco turning against us forever. I require my son's total obedience for my research, the reason you need not know, and I cannot risk him turning away from me or running away or killing himself…as he is likely to do if all vengeful and lovesick. Do you understand, Miss Parkinson?"

            "Yes." Pansy knew Draco well enough to believe that if pushed beyond his limits, Draco might do something outrageous and foolish to himself.

            "No…the solution is something else …" Lucius flipped the pages of the books, searching for a page… "Ah, here it is…how obvious…" Lucius folded the corner of the page and looked up at Pansy. "You have one month to find Miss Granger. That is how long it will take me to brew the polyjuice potion. You will somehow take a hair from her and bring it to me. I am going to let Draco see what his dear little mudblood girlfriend has been getting up to while they've been apart…we'll see if his love withstands that."

            Pansy nodded but looked worried. "But how am I going to find Miss Granger?"

            Lucius looked at her calmly. "Do you want to end up with my son or not?"

            Pansy nodded eagerly.

            "Then it is time for you to start using your brains. You have to think back…what knowledge do you have of Miss Granger? Where does she live? Who are her best friends? THINK."

            Pansy screwed up her face in thought. Where could she start? Miss Granger could be anywhere…Ginny, Harry and Ron were her best friends, she could try tapping those sources…as for her address….no that was hard…wait a minute…perhaps…Lucius watched as a glow of recognition spread onto the dull face of Pansy Parkinson.

            "I know where to start."

            Lucius smiled and ushered the girl out of his study. "Don't disappoint me, Miss Parkinson…you know full well what I am capable of."

            As Pansy scuttled up the staircase from the dungeons, Narcissa Malfoy sat limply in the chair and watched her husband shut the door. Her husband walked over to her and patted her hand.

            "Be a good girl Narcissa. Once I have finished my potion, we will both go upstairs where you will write a letter to Draco, as I dictate it. Then, I think you should wash that blood off your face and put on some make-up. The Crabbes are coming for dinner tonight and I can't have you looking like that."

            Narcissa nodded calmly. The Imperius curse Lucius had put on her was very strong- Lucius was a powerful wizard. She felt like she was in a dream…so comfortable…so safe…she had no desire to wake up. In fact, she had no desire to do anything other than write a letter to Draco as her husband dictated it. Oh, and she had to put on make-up too. Narcissa smiled because she liked putting on make-up.

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            In another room in Malfoy Manor, Pansy was writing a letter to her mother asking for her Fifth Year prefect's diary. Pansy had been one of two Slytherin prefects in her fifth year until she was replaced by Sally-Anne Perks in the sixth year because she was found to have cheated in the OWLS. All prefects were issued with diaries in which to keep records of points taken from students, dates of important school events and the addresses of other prefects.

            Hermione Granger had been a Gryffindor prefect in the fifth year as well.

            Pansy finished the letter and tied it to the leg of one of the Malfoy Eagle-Owls. It took off into the dusk. Pansy took out a London map and began to set her plans. . She remembered bitterly the hatred and disgust in Draco's eyes when he had found them in the girl's toilet that day. The look had hurt her very deeply. She knew that if Fletchley had not been there to restrain him, Draco might have really hurt her. And his tenderness towards Hermione that day…. lifting her in his arms, kissing her bloodstained face- what the hell did he see in the stupid mudblood- enough to have a child with her…and keep it? Rage and jealousy welled up within her.

All this just showed that Lucius was right: if given the right motivation, Pansy could be very clever.