Ladies and gentlemen, I believe that this is going to be the last chapter for 'The Poet Sings'. Aren't you all shocked and ecstatic? I know that I am so excited to finish this story. Don't get me wrong, I love writing for you guys, but I'm happy that this is finally over! Do you know what that means? I get to start another story for you guys to read! Isn't that better than some story that just goes on and on? You know those authors that go on for like 36 chapters? No offense to anyone, but I hate that! It just seems to go on forever! Hey, I don't know if my story has impacted anyone, but I'm still going to write and put my thoughts out there! Aren't I allowed to express my thoughts? Aren't I? Hey, don't get me all worked up right now. Today's been a long day! Yesterday was Halloween and I only got like five hours of sleep. I swear, the school doesn't realize that we need more sleep. I think that little kids should be the ones to get up at the butt crack of dawn. They're always getting up early anyway so why not let them go to school? Okay, enough of this! Let's get this thing rolling!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other related characters that may appear in this story. But I have to tell you this; I would love to own Tom Felton. Dude, he's so hot! I love him so much! Okay, no more day dreaming! I have to start this story!

"Stay the course, light a star,

Change the world where'er you are."

"Draco! Will you hurry up? I don't want to be left holding the door forever!" Draco shut the car door with his hip and quickly ran up the stairs that led to the front door with a large box in his arms. The box contained miscellaneous things such as picture frames with pictures containing snap shots from their wedding and a lamp and photo albums. Violet stood leaning against the door with a bored look on her face. She wore a pair of dark blue tight hip hugger jeans that were clean cut. Her shirt was made of purple silk that bunched up at the top and then on the side of the shirt was a little rhinestone brooch with an elaborate design and then a little sash that went down her thigh to her knees. Draco rolled his eyes as he inched past her and entered the house. He had on a pair of plain, blue jeans with a white, simple button up shirt with a breast pocket.

"Gees, holding a door must be such hard work." He said in a highly sarcastic voice. Violet laughed as she slammed the door shut with her foot. She began slumping through the marble halls as Draco carried the large cardboard box up the stairs and then down another hall.

"I've never been so tired in my life!" she exclaimed. Draco rolled his eyes and continued down the hall to his and Violet's room. He pushed open the door lightly with the tip of his toe and walked over to the bed. He set the box down on their bed and then sat down next to it. He took a look around their room again and ran a hand through his hair. It had light green colored walls with deep moss silk curtains. The room had white carpets with green carpets on the sides of the bed. The molding of the room was plain white and stood out against the walls. There was a couch on the other side of the room still covered in plastic thanks to the recent move. Draco remembered when they had first bought it back in London in a small antique shop somewhere near Hogsmede. Violet had gone through the entire store before finally finding the bloody couch on the fourth floor. She had made Draco carry the couch down all four floors and then load it into a moving van. Of course he had to do it because the guy that was showing them the furniture was some old fart that could barely stand up straight let alone carry a couch down a few flights of stairs. Next to the couch was a little coffee table made of deep mahogany wood. The door was also deep mahogany wood that shone brightly with the foe golden doorknob. The bedspread that Draco sat on matched the walls and the curtains. The sheets were the same moss green silk and the comforter was the same color as the walls. Draco had to admit, the bed was rather comfortable…especially with Violet next to him. He heard the distant sounds of footsteps and knew that Violet was coming. She entered the room and walked over to the edge of the bed where Draco was sitting.

"You okay?" she asked shoving her hands into her pockets and rocking from side to side. Draco shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired because someone made me move boxes up the stairs." Violet smirked and sat down next to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and made him face her. Their noses touched as Violet let out a sigh.

"Why do you blame me for this?" she asked with a little smile on her face. Draco returned the smile.

"Shocking, isn't it?" he asked. Violet raised her eyebrows.

"You are a rather shocking person." She replied. Draco got up from his seat with Violet still hanging around his neck. He adjusted her around his hips till Draco was giving her a piggyback ride. She adjusted her head 'til it was in the nook of his neck. Draco took her out of the room and then jogged down to the kitchen.

"You feel like eating?" he asked opening the fridge and bending over to get a better look at things. Violet looked around the fridge. Unbelievably, there wasn't hardly any food in there. Violet let out a sigh.

"When does the maid and the cook and the other maid and the butler get here?" she asked looking at the lone jar of pickles and the box of pizza with a few pieces left and some uneaten crust.

"Tomorrow," Draco replied. "The cook is supposed to bring us some food when he moves in." Violet cocked her head to the side.

"So…what are we supposed to do?" she asked. Draco shrugged his shoulders with her chin still in its place. She bounced up slightly along with him.

"We can share the pickles." Violet nodded and leaned forward as best as she could and grabbed the jar of pickles. Draco stumbled back slightly as Violet shut the door with her free hand. Draco nearly fell onto his butt but caught himself. He slowly walked up to the room next to their own and had Violet push open the door. The room really wasn't much of a room to the plain eye. It only had a black leather couch and plasma flat screen TV in the center of the room. Draco let her down onto the couch and then plopped down next to her. Violet quickly opened the jar and pulled out a pickle. She stuck out her tongue to try and catch the juice dripping off of it (You have no idea how hard my friend would be laughing right now!). She took a huge bite and grabbed the remote. Draco took the jar from Violet and grabbed his own pickle. Violet turned on the TV and let out a heavy sigh.

"I hate this," she muttered. Draco glanced over at her with questioning eyes.

"What?" he asked. Violet changed the channel again and again.

"Every show on this bloody TV is in Italian!" she exclaimed throwing the remote down on the couch and slumping back in her seat with her pickle. Draco laughed.

"Gee, I wonder why that is. Possibly because we're in Italy." Draco picked up the discarded remote and turned off the TV. He looked over at her with a coy smile on his face.

"I can think of something else that we could do." Violet smirked and looked over at Draco. He swallowed the rest of her pickle quickly and pounced on Draco with a little growl and a smirk.

Truth

"Alexander Curtis Malfoy! Get down from that tree right this instant!" Violet, with her big round belly, tried her best to waddle across the yard and over to the pear tree. Her bright red dress with white flowers blew around her and clung to her belly. She heard the giggles of her son up in the tree. Violet let out a groan.

"Draco! Come here and get your son down from this tree that you insisted on putting in my yard!" she yelled up at the house. She heard the slight shuffle of footsteps inside the house and soon saw her husband walk out of the house. He ran over to the tree with a wide smile on his face and pulled Alexander out of the tree. He tickled his young son on the stomach and swung him around in a circle.

"What were you doing up there?" he asked in a big, booming voice. Violet chuckled and rubbed her stomach. She felt a slight kick on the upper part and let out a grunt. The baby would be coming any day now. Draco held his son up over his shoulders and walked over to Violet's side and put his free hand onto her huge stomach. Violet let out a little sigh and rustled her son's hair. He let out another giggle and wiggled in his father's arms. Draco let him down onto the yard and he began to run around in circles like the little maniac that he was. Violet smiled and felt more kicks in her abdomen. She let out a grunt. Draco looked at her worriedly.

"Are you feeling all right?" he asked. Violet quickly nodded and quickly headed back to the porch. She did her best to sit down in the porch swing with Draco helping her to sit.

"I'm fine, this is exactly what happened with Alexander. He started kicking around the time that he came along." Draco nodded and put his arm around Violet's shoulders.

"When do you think that this one will come?" he asked. Violet leaned her head onto Draco's shoulder.

"A few days," she said stretching out her slightly swollen legs. Draco kissed her on the forehead and rubbed her arm.

"What do you think it is?" he asked ever eager with his questions. Violet smirked.

"Do you care?" Draco shrugged his shoulders and got up from his seat. He walked over to the edge of the porch and carefully watched Alexander.

"I hope that you're not climbing that tree again!" he called out returning to his seat next to Violet. She lightly hit him on the arm.

"You shouldn't be so hard on him." Draco smirked and ran a hand through his hair. He began to swing back and forth with a happy little smile on his face. Violet let out a heavy sigh.

"I…I got a letter from your mom today." Draco stopped his rocking.

"Did you read it?" he asked not even looking at her. Violet quickly shook her head.

"I have it here for you," she said reaching into her apron pocket. She pulled out the envelope that was folded in half. Draco quickly took it and unfolded it. He opened the letter with shaking hands but kept his stoic face. The letter was only one page long and only appeared to be a paragraph long. Draco pushed back his hair and read his letter.

'Draco,

I know that I haven't talked to you or seen you in a while but I figure that now is the time to do such. Last month, as you may have heard, your father ratted me out and claimed that I planned the entire thing. He got off Scot-free while I'm rotting in here in a small cell. Through the small time that I was allowed to the outside world, I have heard of the birth of my first grandson, Alexander Curtis, and my soon to be grandchild. I heard that you named him after Violet's great grandfather. I believe that Violet is the one that helped you to catch us. Am I right? She is a rather pretty girl. I'm sure that Alexander is a very happy and handsome little boy. I don't have long so I'll make this thought quick. The only way that I keep sane is by thinking of you Draco and my new addition to the family. I think of my new daughter and grandchildren. Please Draco, for my sake, continue to write to me. They shall soon execute me and I fear that I shall never really reconcile with my son. Write soon.

Love,

Mom.'

Draco refolded the letter and tucked it into his pocket. He felt the weight of the letter in his pocket and instantly got up from his seat. Violet watched him leave.

"Where are you going?" she called after him slowly getting up from her own seat. She quickly caught one of their maids by the arm.

"Monica, be a dear and watch Alexander for me." The maid quickly nodded and headed out the door to the backyard to watch Alexander. Violet then proceeded to follow Draco. He was already half way up the stairs.

"Draco…what are you doing?" she asked watching Draco walk into their bedroom. He quickly turned around and faced her with a bit of a death glare in his eyes.

"I'm going to write a letter to my mother," he said in a voice no higher than a whisper. Violet nodded and watched Draco shut the door behind him. She let out a little sigh and then felt her baby kick again. She furrowed her brow together. Her baby had been kicking an awful lot lately and it was starting to worry her. She just shrugged off the thought and walked into the living room and sunk down into the couch. She let out a heavy sigh finally comfortable and reached for the remote to the rather large home entertainment center that Draco had bought recently after they had been married. He had called it a wedding gift to both of them and to their future children. He had even proceeded to buy a few children's movies to try and keep the story up, but also proceeded to buy speakers and a ton of action movies with men killing each other and lots of stuff blowing up. But when Alexander was born, Draco had packed away all of those movies and replaced them with educational movies for babies and young children. It was obvious that Draco wanted his children to have the best upbringing possible. Violet couldn't exactly blame him after what he had been through with his father. She flipped on the sports network and was lucky enough to catch a soccer game. This was something that she could actually understand. It really didn't matter if it was all in Italian. Yes, she had learned Italian long ago and it had become very useful but you didn't need to know Italian to understand what was happening in a soccer game. She felt her baby kick a little harder and she let out a grunt. Why was her baby doing this to her and even when she was trying to enjoy a soccer game? She adjusted herself on the couch and tried to get comfortable. Suddenly, she felt a sudden loss of weight and something wet. Her eyes bulged as she suddenly realized what was happening.

"Draco!" she called out a bit desperate. She didn't hear a response from her husband. She gritted her teeth as she felt her first contraction. She suddenly let out a loud, piercing scream that echoed through the house. She was suddenly surrounded by her cook, her two maids with one of them holding her son, her butler, and her husband with his eyes wide as saucers.

"What's the matter?" he asked in a breathy voice. She began to take in deep breaths and redo her breathing from when she had Alexander.

"I think you need to call the doctor," she said clutching onto the leather nearly poking holes. "The baby's coming." She said through clenched teeth. Draco nearly fell to the ground as he stumbled to get to the phone. Kari, the other maid of the house, quickly rushed to her mistress's side. Luckily, she had been trained as a nurse before accepting this cleaning job for the Malfoy family. She quickly examined Violet.

"Mr. Malfoy!" she called out. "There's no time to call the doctor, the baby is really coming right now!" Draco suddenly heard a voice in his ear and then slammed the phone down. He rushed to Violet's side.

"Um…okay, just breath." Violet rolled her eyes even through the pain.

"Really? I was just planning to hold it till the baby came!" she exclaimed feeling another contraction. She squeezed Draco's ready hand and twisted her back. She tried her best to try and not to push. Monica quickly handed Alexander to the butler.

"Take him to his room and keep him occupied for the time being," she then turned to the cook. "Rowan, go and boil some water and some fresh clean towels." The two of them quickly set off to what they were commanded to do. The butler led Alexander upstairs to his room and closed the door securely. Rowan quickly went into the kitchen and did as he was told. Violet felt another contraction and clutched Draco's hand. He gritted his teeth to keep out from yelling. Kari quickly took the towels that Monica handed her. She placed them under Violet and then put a few in her hands for when the baby came out. She then looked up at Violet.

"Ms. Violet, you're fully dilated so I'm going to need you to push." Violet let out a grunt.

"Why didn't Alexander come this quickly?" she asked beginning to push. "It took me twenty seven hours to push him out." Draco lightly squeezed his hand.

"How about we worry about this baby, okay?"

Beauty

Dear Mom,

Chantal Marie…I don't think that I'll ever stop saying her name. Chantal Marie was born only a few months ago and is growing rapidly like most babies do. She's so beautiful, I truly wish that you could see her and hold her. She is definitely going to be the quiet one in the family. By this age, Alexander was screaming his head off and talking so much. Chantal is very content to just sit with her mother and me and sleep under the sun. She's a very simple child and I love her dearly. Violet is also very happy with her. Yes, she is the woman that helped me to catch you and dad. She sends her love with a great big smile on her face.

We just celebrated our fifth anniversary and it was wonderful. I gave Violet a diamond ring that sort of looks like her engagement ring but it has five diamonds in it. That's how many children that I'd like to have. I figure that I should tell her in a subtle way instead of blurting it out. The diamonds are princess cut because my dear Violet is my princess. Actually, she's my queen now that we have a little girl. Jesus you should see her room. Everything is pink…absolutely everything. Of course, Violet designed every concept of the room. Pink and white laces are everywhere. It really fits Chantal I guess. I believe that she does prefer to be more of a girly girl.

I'm sorry to hear about you and father. It does seem terribly unfair. You have to admit that he is a terrible man. Do you mind me asking why on earth you married him? Was it because of his money or something? I had heard from Aunt Stephanie that yours and father's marriage was arranged but you know how old she was when she died. Lord knows that she could hardly stand up let alone remember back that far.

Mother, I know that you deserve to be in prison right now. I cannot do anything to get you out. There is no chance that the ministry can pardon you for what you've done. Why on earth were you working for the dark lord, mother? He's been dead for, what, ten years now? I would rather that you move on and forget about him. Give up your evil ways. Please, do it for me. Do it for Alexander and Chantal. Do you want me to tell them that their grandmother was a death eater and rotted away in prison because she tried to kill hundreds of people? I do not wish my wife or I to have to bare that burden. I truly wish that you wouldn't continue on with these silly thoughts. I want my children to know their grandmother in person…not just through letters and old photographs. I can help you get onto parole, possibly and then you could come to Italy to live. I do have connections in the ministry and I'll get you a small apartment here with a cat or something. I love you and you will always remain my mother.

Your one and only beloved son,
Draco

To Whom It May Concern:

My name is Draco Malfoy, I used to work for the Ministry, and I have a request to file. I would like to file a parole order for a Ms. Narcissa Malfoy who is currently serving time in Azkaban prison for assisting the dark lord even after his thankful death only ten years ago.

You may want to ask why I wish to put Ms. Malfoy onto parole. You see, she is my mother and I have a few very good reasons. I have just recently celebrated the birth of my second child and I wish for my mother to see her grandchildren before she passes away and that time might be very soon.

I desire her to move to Italy with my family and I to a small apartment that I have located. I will become her parole officer if that be needed and make sure that she does as requires. My wife and I will keep her in check and she may possibly move into my house.

My wife and I only wish to let my mother see her grandchildren before she dies. I know that this would give her great pleasure to hold her granddaughter or to play tag, however slow it may be, with her grandson. I know that you may not forgive her immediately, but please look into your heart to give this woman one last dying request.

Sincerely

Draco Malfoy

Ex Time Traveler for the Ministry

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

The Ministry truly appreciates your letter and for your filed request.

After much consideration from the board and myself, we have decided to grant your request and allow Ms. Narcissa Malfoy onto parole.

We expect you and your wife to allow her to move into your home and stay with you for the time being. That is the only way that she will be able to go onto parole. If she does not stay where she expected, then there will be consequences for you and your wife.

So, please do enjoy the memories that you and your children make with your mother. The ministry wishes you the best of luck.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Head of the Council of Elders

Freedom

Draco came running down the hall with a wide smile on his face. He had only just heard the doorbell ring and was running as fast as he could to answer it. Violet laughed as she listened to her husband while finishing feeding her daughter.

"Sweetie," she called out wiping off the access food from her daughters face. "You don't want to scare your mom, do you?" there was no response from her husband as she heard Draco open the door. She quietly got her daughter out of her high chair and went to the back yard. Alexander was playing tag with his new nanny and seemed to be winning. Violet stood out on the back porch and watched her little boy run around in circles while his nanny tried to catch him.

"Alexander!" she called out. "Time to come inside. Grandma's here!" Alexander stopped dead in his tracks and looked at him mommy. A wide smile spread across his face and he rushed to his mommy and his little sister. Violet held out her hand and led Alexander into the house. They walked through the kitchen and into the main hall where Draco was standing hugging a very frail woman. He pulled back slightly but kept his arm around the frail woman. Violet was rather shocked to see that this was Narcissa. She no longer looked like the woman Violet had seen since the whole Titanic incident. Her hair was now graying thickly in places. You could hardly tell that she had been a brilliant blonde woman. Her face had grown weary with the time that she had spent in prison. She had bags under her eyes and wrinkles where she had laughed and smiled. She had grown shorter and was wearing a plain black dress that went a little bit past her knees with long sleeves. A worn small brown leather suitcase was sitting on the floor next to her feet. Draco wore a proud look on his face with his arm still around his mother. Violet walked forward with Alexander now hiding behind her bright yellow skirt. Chantal was gurgling slightly and holding onto her mother with her bright eyes. She looked more like Draco than anybody else. Her hair was blonde, almost white and curly. She had Draco's gray eyes but they seemed to be a lot clearer and they seemed to have a tint of blue in them. She was wearing a cute little baby purple dress with some white lace on the cuff. Her eyes were wide with wonder as her mother carried her up front. Narcissa's eyes softened as she saw her two grandchildren for the first time. Draco's wife and mother of his children stopped in front of them both. Her hands trembled at the thought of holding her newly born granddaughter. Draco led his mother forward slightly closer to his wife and kids.

"This is Violet, Alexander, and Chantal." Draco said proudly. "Mom, this is my family."

Love

That's it for that story! Aren't you all proud of me! I believe that 13 pages are enough for the last chapter. I think that this is my first story that I've actually finished! Okay, I want to rush downstairs right now and update this baby! I'll see you guys later! Demon of the Wind