----"Everything will be fine Mr. Malfoy. She just needs bed rest. Probably for the rest of her term."

The doctor put his stethoscope away in his carpet bag and packed up some other strange utensils. "Is

she going to be ok? What happened?" Lucius tried his best to keep his dignity, but in some parts

failed. "Just a small part of her uterine wall pulled away. Very common thing really. Mrs. Malfoy

has to be at least my hundredth case that I've seen. I can assure you everything will be just fine. It's

good to see such a caring husband these days. Exspecially one such as yourself Mr. Malfoy," the

little man beamed, not noticing the annoyance in Lucius's eyes. "Thank you for your time. Here's

your fee, and my servant will kindly show you out." The two men nodded to each other and the

doctor took his leave. Once the bedroom doors were closed, Lucius went over to his sleeping wife.

She was more pale than usall; small beads of sweat dotted her forehead and she still clenched the

bed sheets with her iron grip. She took little gasps of breath, calming down from her

hyperventalating. Sitting on the bed next to her, he placed a hand on her forehead. She was still

warm. Getting up he replaced the warm washcloth with a new cool one across her forehead. Taking

care of Narcissa was one thing he would never let any servent do. If he felt she was sick enough he

would take off of work to stay with her. Of course he wouldn't let that be known. A few times

when Narcissa was really uncomfortably sick she threw pillows at him and told him to leave the

room, but he would cheer her up by tickeling her or cracking jokes.

Why he had to drag Narcissa and now Draco into his other business he didn't know. How could he take care of a wife and child

when he could barely take care of himself? About to fix the comforter, she stirred. "Lucius?"

"Shhhh. Everything will be alright. You're fine." He took her hand in his and brushed the back of

her hand with his thumb. "Lucius," she turned over and with her free hand blocked the sun from her

eyes. "What are you hiding under the lake?"

Lucius walked across the room to close the drapes when her question stopped him. He sighed. "A Prophecy," he said closing the drapes

then turned toward her. "But how? How did you get it? Who's is...Oh no...no, no,

no...Lucius!" she shot up. "Potter's! Lucius! Do you not know how well that boy is guarded! With

the Order around and Dumbledore!" She went to stand up. "Narcissa, lay down," Lucius placed his

hands on her shoulders and helped her lay back. "I told you...I told you when we got married to get

out of this business. I told you when he fell to get out of this business, but why listen to me? I was

only right! That's not a good reason!" she slapped the comforter, frustrated she began to sob again.

"My baby...My Draco! You got Draco in this mess now!" Just as she was about to get back up a

flash of green light and soot flew out from the bedroom fireplace.

----Bellatrix stood, dusting herself off in the fire place then looked up. "Narcissa! My sister! How

wonderful to see you darling!" She threw her arms around her sister, ignoring the fact she almost

knocked Lucius off of the bed. "Oh, hello Lucius," she greeted, barely looking back. "You are so

lucky!" Bellatrix having a flair for the dramatic got off the bed and flitted about the room. "I wish I

had a son for the Dark Lord! I would stand so tall and proud as the Mark was placed upon his arm!

How about you? I bet you're proud!" "Proud!" Narcissa shrieked.

"I'm horrified! You saw how I reacted when I saw the Daily Profit with the head line 'Death Eaters Attack World Cup. Dozens

Dead! On Both Sides!. I thought I lost Lucius that day! Can you imagine if I lose my son!"

"Narcissa!" Bellatrix gasped. "I'm suprised at you! You're giving him to a great cause!" "Giving? I

don't recall having a choice. Bella! This is my son!" Narcissa grew more and more frantic.

"Yes but," she was stopped.

"Bella," Lucius interrupted. "I think you should go now." "Who asked you?" she sneered.

"This is my house," he stood, his temper flairing.

"This is my sister that appears to be knocked up again," "I tell who is to go where and when. And Bella," he took some Floo Powder and

shoved it into her hand, "you can go to hell." With that, he shoved her into the fire place. Sending a silent oath

with her eyes, Bella flung down the powder and was gone.

"Rest," Lucius said, going back over to the bed, fluffing up his wife's pillow. Just as he was about to leave the room she said, "I love you."

He smiled, "I love you too. Good-night my love. I promise, I will take care of everything. Just rest."

She smiled back, and with a sigh she fell back to sleep.