Hogwarts castle exuded by Christmas happiness. Emeline was

having a hard time, making her 7th year N.E.W.T. students concentrate.

She tapped her wand at the desk, they all looked at her, like they've never

seen her before. "I know you're all going home today, but please concentrate

on your potions.." The students began to work again. Emeline looked into

the cauldrons as she walked around in the classroom. There was a knock

on the door. Emeline looked up, "Enter." A young Gryffindor girl opened the

door, she had long curly red hair, and looked frightened at Emeline. "Yes

ms. Weasley?" She smiled at the girl, it was Percys daughter. "There's a

visitor to you, in Professor McGonagalls office.." Emeline nodded. "I'll be

there.." She turned back to her class, it's your lucky day boys and girls.

Clean up and go pack for the holiday!" A lot of smiles greeted her as they

left the classroom, but one students behind. The red-haired Gryffindor boy,

took extremely long time about packing his things together. "Mr. Weasley?"

He turned to her. "Yes Professor?" She smiled at him. "Hurry up... Your

father will be home for Christmas I'm sure of it.." He looked shocked at her.

"You haven't heard? They were attacked in one of the shops in

Knockturnalley.." "What?" The door opened and Percy Weasley walked in.

He smiled at his nephew, who quickly left the classroom. "What happened

to Draco?" Emeline asked him. "Mrs. Malfoy, please calm down.. Have a

seat.." Emeline sat down, against her will, but feeling it might be the best

thing to do. "Mrs. Malfoy, your husband is at St. Mungos. He's badly

injured.." Emeline looked at him. "What happened?" Percy sat down, he took

of his hat and looked seriously at her. "The were ambushed, Draco was the

first to enter the shop.. And therefor.." He couldn't finish his sentence, the

water in her eyes ran over. "I want to see him.." Percy nodded, of course."

A few minutes later they arrived at St. Mungos. Percy let Emeline up

many stairs, and turned many corners. "Now, Mr. Malfoy, rest, you have to

be fresh when your wife arrives." Emeline heard Ginnys voice behind the

curtains, that separated Emeline from Dracos bed. She pulled the curtains

away and looked at Draco. He had a lot of bandages on and a big open

wound on his stomach. "Emeli.." His voice died, but he smiled seeing his

wife. Emeline ran to him and kissed him. "What happened?" He shook his

head, not ready to tell. Emeline nodded and kissed him again. Ginny stood

with some bandages in her hand. "Is he going to be okay?" "Yes.. I'll just put

these on him, and them you can have him home tomorrow." Emeline got up,

making room for Ginny. She put the bandages on the wound, Draco winced

by her touched, but didn't speak. "Now, merry Christmas, I'll come a check

on you tomorrow Mr. Malfoy, and send you home." Ginny left them, pulling

Perscy with her. "Oh Draco.." Emeline sat down on the chair beside the bed

and took his hand. He looked at her. "I'm going to be just fine.. My father

was here just before you came.." Emeline nodded. "But.. How did he know

you were here?" "He was here when I arrived." Emeline nodded and looked

down. "Don't worry about him, worry about me." He smiled. "I'll be fine..

What about you? How are you?" She smiled. "I'm fine Draco." He put a

hand on her stomach. "The baby is fine too.. But we lost out house elf.."

"What?!" He made a move to get up, but it clearly hurt to mush and he

stayed laying down. "What?" Emeline took a deep breath. "Your father

visited me the other day, and before he left he said something like 'sorry if

I hurt your house elf', and when I found Clay he was laying on the stairs

bleeding, dead." Draco nodded, "has a new one arrived?" "Yes.. A female

one called Sia, she has a... err.. Young one with her.." Draco smiled. "Go

home Emeline, I'll be fine, I'll come home as soon as possible tomorrow."

Emeline nodded. She got up to leave, she was opening the curtains when

she heard Draco. "Did you get a dress? And a suit for me?" She turned to

him and smiled, "of course.."

It was late night when Lucius returned home from. He had again had

a wonderful time with Lucretia, but he had been in England fr more than just

a few second before returning home, this time.. He tiptoed up the stairs, not

wanting to wake Narcissa. He stepped into the blue bedroom and lit a few

candles. He put the bottle down at his bedside table, the liquid inside had a

colour of deep red, it was blood, Lucius's blood. He looked over at Narcissa,

she was curled up in one of the corners in the big double bed. He smiled,

seeing she was wearing the white silk nightgown, he had bought her, just

before being sent to Azkaban. He took of his cloth and put on his dark-green

pyjamas, and sat down on the bed. He pulled up the blankets and put them

gently over his wife, then he laid down beside her, she moved closer to hm

in her sleep and ended up using his stomach as a pillow. He was quit

surprised by himself, seven years ago, he would have pushed her away with

a angry face, but today, he simply stroke her long blond hair. She opened

her eyes slowly, looking at him. "Sorry.." She moved away from him and

looked at him, with scared eyes. Lucius gave her a gentle smile and took her

hand. "I don't mind.." He moved closer to her, still seeing the fear in her

eyes, he out his free hand on her cheek. "I'm not going to hurt you." He said

and kiss her. She immediately gave into his kiss. Felling him rolling on top

of her made her smile. "It's good to have you home again.." He kissed her

again. nor responding to her. She didn't mind that he didn't answered her,

but she let out a moan as he began to touch her.

When Narcissa woke up the next morning, she could still feel, every

little kiss Lucius had given her with his rough lips, around on her body.

She opened her eyes and saw that she was alone in the big bed again.

She heard Lucius in the adjacent bathroom. He was humming softly. She

eyes the bottle on the bedside table, knowing exactly what it was for. She

frown, she knew she was sharing him with Lucretia, and that Lucius

always would choose Lucretia over her. But she wasn't going to give him

the choice. Lucius came out from the bathroom, with only a towel around

his waist. He smiled down at her. "I filled the tub for you.." He bend over

and kissed her gently on the mouth. "Thanks Lucius." Narcissa got up

and went to the bathroom. She sat all relaxed when she heard Lucius

opening all the draws and cupboards, she didn't say anything. "Narcissa?

Where's my comb?" He had only been able to find her hairbrush, and he

would only use that, if his comb was lost for good. "It's in the middle draw

in my dressing table." Lucius, nodded, though they were in separate

rooms. He opened the draw and found the comb. He drew the comb

through his long blond hair and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair

had stared greying in the top, though it was hard to see for the untrained

eyes, because his hair from the natures side was greyish-blond. While he

looked into the mirror, he could see, Narcissa coming out from the bath,

she was wearing her bathrobe and had a towel around her hair. Lucius

moved away from the mirror and went to the dressing room to get

dressed. When he returned to the bedroom, Narcissa was dressed and

doing her hair. He took up his black bandeau and gave it to Narcissa.

"Will you help me?" She put a last hairpin in her hair and got up. "Are you

going anywhere?" She asked, tying a long bow. "Yes, I'm going to pay

Aberforth Dumbledore a little visit." "Dumbledores brother? Is that a wise

thing to do Lucius?" He turned around and took hold of her wrests. "Yes,

I'll be careful, don't worry.. After that I might take a quick trip to France.."

Narcissa looked at his hands, he wasn't holding her with his normal

strength. "Okay... when will you be back?" He let go of her, but she took

his hands. "I don't know Cissa..." She smiled at him. "You just called me

Cissa, you haven't called me that since we left school.." He looked at her

smiling face, if that was all he had to do to make her happy. "I did.. " He

smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek, he pulled his hands out of hers

and went to get the bottle of blood. "You don't want some breakfast

before leaving?" He shook his head and opened the door to the corridor.

"Have you bought a dress yet?" She nodded. "Yes, and it'll du just fine

with your black suit." "Good." He exited the room and went down the stair,

on the last step Narcissa called him. "Lucius... you're not bringing

anything with you home.." He smiled to himself, Narcissa had always

been afraid of sickness, she had refused, to be in the same room with

Draco, when he had the chicken pox as a child. He turned around and

looked up at her. "No. Narcissa, she's a vampire.." She nodded. "I knew

that.. Have a nice day Lucius.." he smiled, he couldn't help it, for the first

time in years, he felt the love for Narcissa, as he felt when they were in

school. He blew her a kiss and opened the door. But at the same time he

took hold of the handle, there was a knock on the door. Lucius stepped

away from the door and let the house elf opened the door.

A young woman stood outside the door. Her long cobber-red hair,

fell down her back in soft corkscrew curls, and her eyes were blue as the

sky on a summer day. "Hello.. Could you please tell me, if I'm at the

Malfoy Manor?" Lucius stepped forward and looked at her. "You are.. I'm

Lucius Malfoy, what cane I do for you, miss?" She smiled showing her

perfect strait white teeth. "Miss Karkaroff. I'm looking for mt sister,

Emeline Malfoy, born Andrews Snape." Lucius smiled. "That'll be my

daughter-in-law. Come in, I was just on my way out, but you can talk to

my wife, Narcissa." Narcissa had come down the stairs, she held her

hand out to greet the young woman. "Come with me to the salon, miss

Karkaroff." She led her to the salon and asked the house elf to bring them

some tea. They sat down. "Thank you Mrs. Malfoy." She smiled. "You

may call my Narcissa." The young woman smile, "Than you may call me

Anabella. As you properly heard, am I looking for my sister, can you tell

me where she lives?" Narcissa smiled and took the cup of tea the house

elf was handing her. "Anabella, to tell the truth, have Emeline never

spoken of you.." Anabella nodded. "I should have known.. She's my elder

sister, well half sister, we share the same mother.. We've been through a

lot together.. Well she's been through a lot, with me looking at it. And now

I'm about to marry and would like to be freed from my nightmares."

Narcissa nodded. "Emeline doesn't talk much about her life in Bulgaria,

I've only heard her mention it once.. But she lives in the new Malfoy

Manor, it's just south of London." Narcissa took a sip of her tea.

Anabellas loosened her scarf. "Do you think she'll speak to me?" "Yes,

Emeline is very friendly, she doesn't have any enemies or people she

dislikes, except your parents.." Anabella nodded. "I know that, and it's

very understandable in Emeline situation. They were.. Pretty hard on her

at times.. That's why I want to talk to her." Narcissa nodded. "Okay..I

understand, but listen to my advise now, her husband, my son, was hurt

badly on work yesterday and is returning home today, and your sister is

trowing this Christmas's big event, so she might be a little stressed... I

would advise you to wait. Unless you are going back to Bulgaria now to

celebrate Christmas?" Anabella shook her head. "No, I doubt I can go

back to Bulgaria ever again.." She put a hand on her stomach. "You see,

I'm pregnant. Pregnancy outside marriage, isn't very popular in Bulgaria.

The short story is that I was kicked out of my home and was to be cursed,

by the higest wizard in town, but I choose to flee. And luckily my fiance

chose to go with me." "Ohh.. I didn't know.." Narcissa got up. "Where're

you living?" Anabella followed Narcissa example. "In a sweet little house

in the country, well hidden.." "Good... Follow the advise, and I think

everything will go just fine." Anabella thanked Narcissa and left to go

home.