"What are you doing here!" Sirius exclaimed. Hermione had dropped her teacup and had her wand aimed at Rachel. "I need to talk to you, Uncle." She walked over to the two of them, both who were standing up by now. She walked around Hermione, surveying her observationally before making an unpleasant face. "Mudblood." She snarled under her breath. "It's alright, Hermione," Sirius held up a hand to stop the woman from using her wand. "Please leave us be for a while." "Are you sure, Sirius?" Hermione did not let her wand fall from its position. "Yes. I'll be fine." Hermione reluctantly left the room. "What's wrong, Rachel? You look upset..." "Draco and I had a fight." She breathed deeply. "You did?" Sirius brightened. "Don't sound too depressed, Uncle." She gave him a glare. "I'm sorry." He frowned. "Why were you fighting? You seemed so happy earlier..." "I do not wish to discuss the topic at hand, Uncle. Sufficient to say I was quite upset by the circumstances." She gave an involuntary shudder. "It must have been some argument if you came here." He shook his head. "How did you get in here in the first place?" "It is my home as well, Uncle. No matter how many charms you lot put on it, it derived from my family's blood and I cannot be kept out of it. The house protects me, just as it would for you, had you not been a blood traitor." "Ouch." Sirius frowned. "That hits deep." "I just needed someone to talk to, Uncle." Rachel bit her lip. "I cant talk to any of our people, this has to do with the Dark Lord and they would side with him instantly." "I see." Sirius hugged her shoulders as the parlor door opened. "I'm back from work, Sirius," Harry's back was turned to them as he closed the door. "Do you want to run through the numbers for the Wales force... What the Hell is SHE doing here!" He dropped the briefcase that he had been holding and reached for his wand. "MURDEROUS BITCH!"

"Harry, NO!" Sirius got in between the two, who had their wands aimed at the other person. "Leave her be!" "Why should I!" Harry thundered. "She killed Dean! She put Ginny in a COMA, for Merlin's sake!" "The little Weasley girl?" Rachel scratched her chin. "Oh, that was FUN..." "You BITCH!" Harry lunged at her, but was held back by Sirius. "How can you get such joy out of killing?" "I honestly don't know," Rachel brushed invisible dust from her shoulders, looking nonchalant, yet still had the same upset and tousled appearance from when she came in. Her eyes were slightly red from "Have you been CRYING!" Harry asked with incredulity. "Are you trying to be FORGIVEN for what you have done to these innocent people?" "No, I am not sorry for the acts I have committed." Rachel bowed her head. "Then why are you HERE?" He spat, sill clenching his wand in a tight fist. "It's really none of your business..." Rachel muttered. "Tell him, Rachel, if you wish." Sirius urged. "Draco and I had an argument." She made a face. "I should be getting back now, though." She kissed Sirius on the cheek. "Goodbye." "Not so fast," Harry grabbed her arm rather roughly. "Excuse me?" She said her words in the threatening drawl that she had learned from her husband. "I don't believe I gave you PERMISSION to TOUCH me, Half-Blood!" She yanked her arm free, something she had been doing a lot of lately, and slapped him hard across the cheek. Harry staggered backwards a few steps his eyes watering as he clutched his cheek in an attempt to halt the stinging. "You BITCH!" Harry threw his hand down and spat at her face." YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS! Now you have the audacity to come into MY HOUSE!" "YOUR house!" Rachel stopped in her tracks, turning around and giving Harry a murderous glare. "You forget, Muggle-Lover, that this home belongs to those of the BLACK FAMILY! The family whose blood flows through MY veins, not YOURS!" She gestured widely as she spoke, her face contorted with rage in a very frightening way. "This is Sirius house, and the home where I live," Harry clenched his teeth. "And you are not welcome here!" Harry went to punch Rachel, but a stronger hand stopped his fist. "Harry, don't." Sirius voice was strained and painful. "Leave her be." "How can you be so forgiving!" Harry yelled. "She KILLED our FRIENDS!" "Harry, shes my NIECE, my FAMILY! I just can't..." "I'm your family too." Harry bit his lip, his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach. "Ha! Like you could ever be in the same LEAGUE as one of OUR family members!" "Rachel, be nice!" Sirius snapped at her. "Harry, you know I consider you as a blood relative, you're my godson..." Sirius hated situations like this and had always tried to avoid them. "Right, then," Rachel sneered. "I hate to break up this little love-fest, so I shall take my leave. Goodbye, dear Uncle." She kissed Sirius cheek, making Harry redden with more rage.

Draco Malfoy slumped down deeply into the sofa in the living room, spreading out across it like he would on a bed. He took a throw pillow and buried his face in it, screaming out his fury. He wasn't quite sure he had really done anything wrong, but Rachel was mad at him. No, scratch that. She wasn't just mad at him, she had been FURIOUS at him. "I didn't bloody DO anything!" He told himself. "I didn't." He thought about it for a moment. Why HADN'T he defended Rachel? It wasn't as though he WANTED to have a child was it? "I need a drink." He got up from the couch and went to the small bar-cart that had been in the corner, where he proceeded to pour himself a glass of firewhiskey. He sat on the couch, his glass in one hand and the bottle in the other, moping and trying as hard as he could to drown his sorrows away. The deep amber liquid stung his throat with the first few sips, yet it got better with every gulp he took. Soon, he found himself staring down into an empty bottle. "Damn it!" The bottle shattered as it hit the inside of the fireplace and the fire that was harbored within it hissed and shot up for a moment. "Such foul language," A familiar voice came from the stairwell. "From such beautiful lips." Draco shot up from his spot on the couch as Rachel entered the room. "Reparo!" She pointed to the fireplace and it spat the bottle out whole, flying straight into her hand. "Rachel..." He walked towards her slowly. "Is this how you solve your problems, Draco?" Her mouth made a grim line as she held the bottle to his face. "You are a Pureblood, a noble! Yet you seek to drown your sorrows and swear out your objections like a common muggle!" "You-you're back..." He touched her cheek, astonished at the prospect that she could actually be in front of him. "I thought you would never come back to me..." "Are you drunk, Draco?" She frowned, placing the bottle down on the cart. "No." He clenched her hand. "Just sorry." "Look, Draco," Rachel put her hands on his shoulders. "I thought about what happened..." "Don't leave me." His voice sounded needy and his breath smelled foul with alcohol. "What?" She knit her brows, confusion masking her face. "Draco, I...I wasn't going to leave you." "Please don't..." He reached for another bottle of firewhiskey. "Draco, I think you have had quite ENOUGH alcohol for one night." Rachel took the bottle away from him and took him by the arm. "Come on, up to bed." "But I'm not tired..." He argued. "And we haven't resolved anything." "Let's just try to forget about our stupid argument, okay?" She sat him on their bed and removed his shoes before readying herself for bed. She shut the door to the bathroom and slid into bed next to her already drowsy husband. "Rachel?" He looked at her, his gray eyes soft and faraway. "Yes, Draco?" She humored him in a soft voice. "I'm so glad that we are going to have a child." He gave her a small smile before falling asleep.