Narcissa could tell her husband wasn't quite himself, but exactly why puzzled her. Something about Lucius had changed, but what? Last evening he'd come storming into her sitting room ranting and raving about a message he'd received from Dumbledore and despite her best efforts she'd been unable to calm him down. When he returned she'd expected more of the same, but instead he'd asked her where the family photo albums were. Praying that the anti destruction charm she'd put on them would keep them safe she'd told him. To her utter amazement he hadn't tried to destroy a single one. Instead he'd begun thumbing through them. Later when she'd gone to bed he was still at it. She had awoken this morning to find his side of the bed hadn't been slept in. That had worried her until she looked in the library. There he was fast asleep, the album he'd been looking through on the floor by his feet. After gathering the albums together she'd put them on a table before waking her husband who had gone to clean up before joining her at the breakfast table.

"Lucius what's going on?"

"What do you mean Narcissa?"

"Don't play that game with me Lucius Malfoy I've known you too long for you to get away with it. First you leave here in a foul mood, then you come back and fall asleep while looking over old photo albums. I want to know what's going on. Now."

Lucius sighed. He knew his wife. Knew she'd probably never let him live it down, but he never had been able to lie to her. "Well, when I got there Dumbledore greeted me and bade me make myself comfortable while he took care of a kettle he'd left on the fire. I took the oppertunity to look round."

"Yes, go on."

"Well, there was a picture of a baby sitting on his desk and he caught me looking at it."

"Let's hear the rest of it Lucius."

"Well, like I said he caught me looking at it and he told me the child's name. "

"And?"

"Well as I said he told me her name. Jamie Opal Potter."

Now everything made perfect sense. Lucius had been adamant about not seeing "the child" as he'd chosen to call it, but Dumbledore had arranged things so that he'd had no choice, and now his resolve was beginning to crumble. She decided to ask one or two final questions for now. "So what does she look like?"

"She has Draco's hair, and Harry's eyes, but why don't you go see for yourself?"

"You wouldn't mind?"

"Why should I mind?"

"Well I just thought..."

"Merlin's beard woman just go see her if you want to."

Narcissa didn't even bother getting her travel cloak before she apperated.