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Chapter 12: Deceiving Darkness

Narcissa's POV:

"The Dark Lord wants you to take care of, Narcissa. She stunned and given a forgetfulness potion, but she was overdosed," said Fidus. Fidus was a tall well built wizard in his late thirties. In a way he was the Dark Lord's assassin. He did what the Dark Lord asked no matter what.

"I don't know why he doesn't just kill her," he complained, setting her on the bed.

"She is and has more power then she knows," I said softly. "Has she woken yet?"

"No."

I nod, "Tell the Dark Lord that I will report to him by midnight tonight." He nodded and Apparated out.

"Maria," I called; Maria was our new house elf.

"Yes, Mistress Malfoy?" she asked, bowing.

"Call a healer, I want her looked over."

"How is she?" I asked Healer Madison an hour later.

"She's fine; she doesn't remember the last couple of days though."

"She was hit, accidentally, by an Obliviate charm," I put in.

"Yes and, what's your relationship with her again?"

"I'm her aunt," I replied politely.

"Well, er, she about three weeks pregnant," he said nervously.

"Really?" I said faintly, sitting down.

"Yes; you don't happen to know who the father is, do you?"

I gestured for him to sit down.

"Maria, please bring me some tea."

"Mrs. Malfoy?" he pressed.

"No, I don't. Why? Won't she tell you?" I said waspishly.

"No, but I'm pretty sure she knows who the father is," he said dejectedly.

"And how's she handling it?"

"Fine, but she's under a lot of stress."

"Thank you for your time. Please speak of this to no one, Healer Madison."

"Yes ma'am," he said standing to leave.

Maria showed him to the door. And I walked down the hall to Danielle's room. When I opened the door I saw that she was sitting up and looking alert. Her face was a mix of concern and fear; her arms were crossed protectively over her stomach.

"Danielle, how do you feel?"

"Why do you care?" he asked nervously.

I ignored this question and proceeded to tell her my plan.

"Listen, we have to make it seem as though you're dead."

"Why?" she asked startled.

"Because if we don't the Dark Lord will kill you and the baby."

"What does he want from me anyhow?" she asked disgruntled.

"He knows that you have powers that don't even have and if you were to have a child—"

"—it would, also, have lots of powers."

"Yes, he wants you to have a child, but with a Pureblood Death Eater so the child would be raised in his beliefs. That's why you were given an overdose of a forgetfulness potion; so you would forget the last four years and go along with this willingly. But you only forgot the last couple of days instead."

"How do I know that I can trust you?"

"In a way you could say that I've lost my son and husband to this cause. I don't want the same to happen to you. Are you going to trust me?"

She nodded, "Yes, I need to protect my son."

"Son?" I asked surprised.

"I had a vision last week. That's how I knew I was pregnant."

"I need to know, does Harry know he's the father?" I asked.

She looked taken aback for a moment, but recovered quickly, "No, he doesn't."

"That's probably for the best. For this to work you can't contact anyone, understand?"

"I understand," she said gravely.

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"She's dead?" Voldemort asked that evening.

"Yes," I answered. There was no emotion in my voice. I hope this works.

"How?" he asked questioningly.

"The potion failed. When she woke up she remembered everything; she decided to kill herself rather then work for us," I said matter-of-factly.

"Pity, she had so much to offer." He sounded disappointed, which is never a good sign.

"I'm sorry my Lord," I said bowing.

"Go, I need to…rethink the plan," he said. There was a hint of anger in his voice. I bowed again and left; I did not want to face his wrath.

I Apparated into the guest room of the Manor.

"Did it work?" she asked anxiously.

"Yes, I think it did," I said sighing in relief.

She gave a small smile and sat down on the edge of her bed holding her stomach.

"You can stay here in the Manor. No one but me is here, so it'll be easy to hide you and the baby."

"Thank you, I really appreciate it."

I smiled; it was nice to be appreciated. "You should get some sleep; you're probably exhausted.

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Her pregnancy past quickly and smoothly. The hardest part for was probably being isolated from rest of the world. Though she did learn to control her powers. I think she also began to regard me as a mother to her. The day she gave birth seemed to be the hardest and easiest part of the whole thing.

She was in labor for fourteen hours. During it she said she should've told Harry he was the father. I did my best to calm her and in the end she gave birth to a healthy baby boy.

"What are you going to call him?" I asked.

She was holding the baby; smiling and cooing him to sleep.

"I'm going to call him…Matthew," she said.

"Matthew Potter?"

"I'm not sure about the full name actually," she said frowning slightly.

I nodded and left her spend some time alone with her son.

Harry's POV:

I was in a dimly lit room. From what I could tell it was dawn. There were two women; one lying down, the other was standing above her; she seemed to be soothingly her. I tried to see their faces but they were blurred. The woman on the bed was panting slightly; then there was a high pitched screaming. It was a baby. The woman on the bed was talking; her voice sounded familiar and soothing. Her face was starting to clear, I recognized the place—

"Harry!"

I sat straight up in my bed. My body was drenched in a cold sweat. It seemed as though Ron and Hermione had been trying to wake me for several minutes.

"Are you ok? You were tossing around for several minutes before we woke you," Hermione asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, really," I added as they continued to look concerned. "It was just a bad dream." I didn't want to tell them what the dream was about. Was that girl Dani? Was she or had she been pregnant?

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