Disclaimer:I do not own Harry potter nor do I own any of the characters with the exception of Nadia (stress the first a Naah-dia), her parents, Kyro (pronounced Kii like a long 'I' and roh) and a few others to come in future chapters which will be listed then.

***IMPORTANT: IF YOU ARE WONDERING ABOUT THE NAME CHANGE JUST LOOK AT THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END OF THE LAST CHAPTER***

As soon as I hang up my mother speaks "Do you have any Idea what you'll say to him?" I shake my head because I honestly don't. "Well maybe you should prepare yourself...think up some points you want to cover just so you know exactly what you want to say."

"Nah…I'll wing it. I'm sure he'll have a lot of questions."

"Are you going to tell him about the…the ritual" She says the last part a bit quietly and Zarah looks curiously at us but doesn't comment.

"I don't know…It depends. I know at this point I should be positive about it but I feel like I need some time to think about it. Maybe I'll just mention it but not go in depth…we'll see." Should he know about that? It would only be fair. I'll mention it. She looks me in the eye for a few seconds then she nods.

-:):):)-

After my mother and Zarah have left I started on my work immediately and have not stopped or taken a brake since. I need the distraction. My office phone begins to ring. It's Mrs. Delagua

"Yes?"

"Yes you 1:30 is here." Almost forgot about that.

"Send him in."

"Yes mam." A few seconds later my office door clicks open.

"Would you like something to drink? Some water, or tea perhaps?" I ask not looking up.

"Your secretary already asked. I'm fine." He replies.

"Have a seat then Mr Laroux and we'll get started." I gesture to the chair in front of my desk still not looking up from my paperwork.

"Mr Laroux?" he begins to laugh. "We both know that's my father and besides we've known each other since we were in diapers. I don't think the formality is needed even at a workplace Nadia." He replies and I finally look up. He is wearing a full black suit with a black and red tie. The black is a complete contrast to his blonde hair, pale skin, and shocking green eyes. He is right. We've known each other for a long time. My mother's family and his family were close but not as much as before. His family were the only royals we associated with and still associate with though we do so scarcely. He grins boyishly at me and comes over to my desk with his arms out wide. "What no hug?" I roll my eyes and look back at my work.

"Are you here to work or play Luke?" I ask.

"Both." I feel his hands wrap around me and pull me out of my chair. "Let's go."

"Where are we going?" I ask brow raised when he released me.

"To lunch"

"No we have a lot to talk about."

"Yes and we can talk about it over lunch…I'm sure you've been slaving over your work and you haven't had a break yet. Let's go…I'm not taking no for an answer." He grabs my hand and I feel and uncomfortable sensation and before I know it I'm out of my office and now I have no Idea where we are. I look around me and I see a vast expanse of mountains and stone houses and small buildings with dark wood finishes. It looks like we are in a small town of sorts. I turn and slap him firmly on the shoulder.

"Why didn't you warn me? What the hell is wrong with you? You should have at least let me tell Angela where I was going." I scold him.

"I already told her I was taking you with me and ouch that hurt." He rubs his shoulder and I thump him on the other one. "Will you stop that woman!" I think about doing it again but I change my mind.

"Where are we?"

"Tuscany" Tuscany…What the-

"Tuscany Italy?" He nods. "You took me all the bloody way to Italy for some lunch? Are you mental? Couldn't we have just gone to a starbucks for some coffee?"

"You know I'm always one for extravagance my dear."

"Don't call me that."

"You never use to object to it…why now?"

"I've been objecting to that for almost four years now." Luke and I used to be extremely close or he use to be close to me at least. He never wanted me to have any friends but him. When my mom took us to the park he would want me for himself and he would sometime hurt the other kids when I gave them too much attention. Eventually I just hung out with just him and the only place I had other friends was at school and that's because he wasn't there.

He would always want to hold my hand. If we were together three hours he'd hold my hand for two hours; when we were on the swings, In the back yard playing, or even at the dinner table in front of the adults. It was like he practically owned me and I let him. Eventually when I was about nine and he ten he gave someone a broken arm and made it look like they 'accidently' fell off the monkey bars. I was sick and tired of it that we got into our first fight. I would normally tell him how mean whatever he did was and he'd apologize and say he wouldn't do it again but sure enough when he wasn't happy it would happen again. I punched him right in the face and asked him if he like how it felt to be hurt? That's the first time I ever hit someone and It felt strangely empowering that that someone was him. Needless to say he was shocked. Then he got angry saying that I'm not a good friend because I would hurt him on behalf of another. He got up and raised his hand to hit me but I guess he thought better of it and just left me standing there.

The next day he apologized sincerely and unlike other times he kept true to his word and didn't hurt anyone else. He gave me more personal space and as we grew older we saw less and less of each other that is until a few months after he turned seventeen and I was still sixteen he came by with his family we all had dinner. He then spoke to my father and later that night proposed to me in my mother's garden. I turned him down. I could tell he was upset by the look in his eyes and also by the set of his jaw. He got up silent from his knee made no comment and walked straight into the house with me on his heels. When we got into the dining room we were greeted by hugs and kisses and congratulations and needless to say it was quite awkward when our families heard the outcome. Ever since then whenever we see each other he always finds a way to bring up 'the talk'.

"Yes and I still don't know why. Nadia we are-" I can tell he is getting frustrated because his French accent is always thick when he is upset.

"Don't start" I cut him off. "We are friends here on business and If you can't keep it strictly plutonic then keep it formal ." He sighs exasperatedly.

"Alright, this way." He says and begins to walk and I follow behind him. "It's a nice traditional Italian restaurant. It's owned by commons but don't worry the food is good."

"I wasn't worried. Unlike you I'm not very prejudiced." He sighs and shakes his head.

"You know I didn't mean anything by that." He says.

"Didn't you?" He doesn't reply. We walk to a tasteful looking cottage which is rather on the large size for a cottage design. But I guess with it being a restaurant it should be. We walk through the door and immediately I am in love with the atmosphere. There are a few people in here. The place looks so cozy and welcoming that I can't help the smile that lights my face. "Oh it's lovely." I say.

"I knew you would like it. Just wait until you taste the food. This woman knows exactly what she's doing." I look at him and he is smiling sweetly at me and I think for a second how handsome he is, then I snap myself out of it.

"Right…shall we?" he nods and we the waitress finds us a table.

-:):):)-

I let him order for me since he's been here multiple times. He orders me the baked ziti and we discuss the prospects of the new building his family company would prefer. We joke around a bit and after we've finished he insists on desert.

"I'll have the tiramisu" I say. It's my absolute favorite Italian cake.

"I'll have the same." He says as well. "Nadia don't get mad but I've really missed." I'm about to tell him off but he hold up his hands in surrender. "Please just hear me out. What harm could that do?" I don't comment I just nod. Our desserts have arrived and I immediately dig in.

He continues. "The past few years I've been thinking…no wondering what I've done wrong and why I wasn't good enough to be your husband." I choke a bit on my cake but I still don't comment. "I've always known that you were who I wanted. I think I've known that since we were children and that's why I never liked to share you because I felt some sort of ownership since then. I think I assumed that with you being who you are and me being who I am that it would just come naturally…that everything would just fall into place. I assumed you knew about my feelings and that you felt the same and that was my mistake. I never tried to woo you or even allude to the fact that I have feelings for you. I should have done all of the stuff regular boyfriends do…take you out to dinner, buy you roses for no reason, and just spoil you. I did it wrong the first time but I promise that if you give me a chance I'll get it right." He reaches and holds the hand I just dropped my fork out of from hearing his speech.

"Darling I thought you said you had to work through lunch?" I hear someone say from behind me. Oh no…It can't be. But the smell of peppermint hit me and I know. I retract my hand quickly and look over my shoulder and of course it is. Blaise is standing right behind me looking murderously over at Luke.

"Blaise…what are you doing here?" I say too cheerily with my voice about five octaves too high. Without taking his eyes off of Luke he replies.

"Didn't you say you had to work through lunch?" he says completely ignoring my question.

"I did and I am working." I stand up and gesture to Luke who stands as well looking confused by Blaises reaction. "This is Luke Laroux. I'm working on a new building for business. This is-" I gesture to Blaise but before I finish he finishes for me.

"Her fiancé Blaise Zabini." He reaches out his hand and Luke does as well until he realizes a second later what Blaise has said. He stops his hand mid-reach. He looks confused and then completely pissed. He looks incredulously over at me.

"Your fiancé?!" He asks in a disbelieving tone and a little too loud for my liking.

"Yes her fiancé." I hear Blaise reply deceptively calm.

"Nadia what the fuck?! I'm not good enough to be with you but this connard is? Please tell me this is a fucking joke! Have you lost your fucking mind?!" He says looking at me then at Blaise and before I know it Blaise has already given him a powerful right hook. Oh no!

"Both of you calm do-" I'm cut off by Blaise being thrown back across the room with a sickening crack when his head makes contact with the wall. The occupants scream I turn to stop Luke and as I do a green light shoots by and lands directly in the middle of his chest. He stumbles a bit from the impact and severity of the spell but he is hardly affected. I look and see that Blaise is the one who sent the curse though he is against the wall and not yet on his feet, bleeding profusely from his head, wand barely raised. I spin quickly before Luke strikes again and put him in a full body bind. He falls down face first and I don't even see when he lands because I hurry over to Blaise.

His eyes are barely open and he looks at me and the look in his eye is pure defeat before he closes them and I hate it. I kneel down quickly and cleanse his scar. His scull looks a bit cracked I seal the scar.

"Oh no! Che cosa gli è successo?" I hear someone cry and I feel a presence at my side. The person in question pull's Blaise from my arms and into hers bawling. The woman is pale and I can tell she is older due to her fully grayed hair. She has aged well. She reminds me strongly of Zarah and that's when I make the connection. She is some family to them.

"Mam I need to get him help quickly before it's too late." She looks at me tears still streaming down her face and nods.

"I'm coming with you." She says and there is no doubt by her accent that she is a native Italian. I don't argue. I hold them both and disappear to the living room of my parents house.

"Mom!" I yell while I levitate Blaise to the sofa. "Mom help me quickly!" I yell and I don't hesitate to run into the kitchen and into the potion storage. I grab a skele-grow, and a blood replenishing potion from the storage. I rush back to the living room to see my mother checking Blaise over with a worried looking Zarah hugging the woman who came with me. I rush over and uncork each potion I hold his head up and pour them into his mouth all at once and force him to swallow. I few seconds later I see his face contort more than likely from the skele-growth but he won't wake up anytime soon. I breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'll go call a healer." My mom says as soon as I finish.

"No he's fine now." I reply.

"No he isn't. I saw that his skull was cracked. Which means he must have had quite the impact that could lead to problem's those potions cannot handle. I'll be back." She replies and I nod. I didn't think about that. This is all my fault. I know them both well enough to know they both have nasty tempers…I should have seen it coming. If there is any lasting effects of damages I'll hate myself…I already do. How could I be so stupid? Oh God please let him be alright. I realize then that my hand has unconsciously reached to my stomach and I feel the need to reassure them though I don't know why.

"Daddy will be alright. I promise he'll be okay. He has to be." I say and I sound like I'm trying to convince myself. "Don't worry babies daddy will be just fine." I rub my stomach lovingly and realize that this is the first time I have actually really thought of my babies as anything other than just 'I'm pregnant'. It's the first time I ever felt anything towards them. Is that bad? Am I too late? Will I be a good mum? I rub my belly again and realize that I love them already even though I haven't met them yet. I feel a hand settle on my shoulder and I look up to see Zarah trying her best to smile reassuringly at me but it looks sad. I try to smile back…It doesn't really matter to me how it looked.

I hear footsteps coming towards us and I look up. My mother is coming towards us followed by an older graying gentleman who I assume to be the healer. "Here he is." My mother says quietly pointing to Blaise. "Do you need any assistance or anything?"

"No, but everyone does need to leave the room. Family isn't normally permitted when running these sorts of test because the test make some uncomfortable." The healer says betraying no emotion.

"What are you going to do to him?" I ask concerned.

"You have nothing to fear mam. The test will not hurt him in any way. I will come and tell you all the results soon. The sooner we get this done the sooner we can treat him assuming there is a problem. Let's all hope to merlin there's not. I've been doing this for thirty-eight years. I assure you he is in good hands." I notice he didn't answer my question and that worries me. I'm about to protest but my mother stops me before I do.

"Darling let the man do his job. The sooner he finishes the sooner we'll know." I look up at her and she looks sadly back at me. I don't comment I just head towards the kitchen.

-:):):)-

"What happened dear?" I hear Zarah ask after we've been sitting around the kitchen Island for about a minute. I knew this question was coming but how do I answer it.

"Well-I…" I sigh. "I had a meeting today with a colleague…more like an old friend who had a slight crush on me…he even proposed once." I say quietly but then I quickly added. "The lunch was supposed to be strictly for business purposes only. We went to a restaurant in Tuscany and chatted for a bit. Then like always he got off topic and started talking about his feelings. The first time he mentioned them I shut him down but then he asked me to hear him out because he figured something out…so I did. He talked for a bit and after his speech he reached for my hand….Blaise showed up out of nowhere upset thinking I was just out casually instead of doing my job. I introduce them both…well Blaise introduced himself as my fiancé and Luke…the man I had dinner with got really upset because he wants me to return feelings I don't have. He started ranting and raving about me picking Blaise over him; which was not the case obviously because he wasn't an option to begin with."

"Blaise got upset and hit him and the next thing I knew Luke sent Blaise flying into the back wall of the restaurant. He hit pretty hard because you could hear the crack of his impact…I-I was too slow. By the time I looked back to in capitate Luke a green jet of light zoomed by and hit him-" There were loud gasps from Zarah, and the woman but not my mother.

"My baby used an unforgivable? He killed someone?" She burst into tears.

"No!" I say and she looks hopeful. "He did use the Avada but he didn't kill him…Luke is like me. It hurt but it didn't do much damage-"

"Like you what do you mean like you?" The lady cut's me off looking surprised yet confused.

"Later mom" Zarah taps the woman on her shoulder and my eye's light with recognition. Zarah see's this. "Nadia darling this is my mother; Dahnya Zabini, mom this is Blaises fiancé Nadia Granger." The woman comes over and brings me into a tight embrace.

"It is nice to finally meet you. I wish…under better circumstances but I am glad to meet you still." She says her accent thick.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you too." I say and try at my best genuine smile while she takes a seat. The three of them stare at me and I realize they are waiting for the remainder of the story. "After he was hit by the spell I knew he would try to attack Blaise again though he was defenseless so I quickly used a full body bind on him, then I rushed over to Blaise. I sealed his cut and cleaned him up then brought him here…I didn't take the body bind off so I suspect Lukes still there." I release him quickly remembering.

"Yes well I'm pretty sure my valued customers took care of him for what he did to my grandson." I hear the older lady say and realize she is the owner of the restaurant. Suddenly there is a disturbance in my parents wards.

"Who is it?" My mother asks.

"It's me Luke. Is Nadia there?" I hear the voice like a whisper going with the wind like the time the elf showed up. I look and see Zarah and her mother looking confused and this time I' sure they can't here what's going on.

"Luke you'd better go home before I hex you into the next millennium, Cabron" I say firmly.

"Really? I just got beat up on by some commons, who I did not attack after by the way because you in capitated me until you felt like letting me go. They could have killed me!"

"Don't be such a drama queen I'm sure there was some good Samaritan there who wouldn't let you get murdered."

"Good Samaritan?! Even if there was which I assure you there wasn't because commons are savages the whole lot of them I'm sure no one would be able to lift your curse! Stop behaving like a brat and talk to me. Let me in!"

"I am talking to you and the only savage I saw today was you!"

"Your little boyfriend is the savage! He attacked me first!"

"Yes he did but you know what he was being a man about it. He used his fist and you knew his magic didn't compare to yours and yet you still took the cowardly way out! He attacked you because you disrespected me! Furthermore he is my fiancé not my boyfriend and you could have killed him!"

"He tried to kill me!"

"After you tried first!"

"I wasn't trying to kill him-"

"Oh really!? Were you trying to have a bloody picnic with him?! Luke don't fool yourself you and I both know who has the superior powers out of the two of us. I'll let you know this right now…if you did kill him I would kill your mother, your father, your sisters, and brothers. I would destroy everything you hold near and dear to you. Then I would save you for last just so I can banish your ass to the seventh circle of hell and that is a promise you son of a bitch!"

"Hey chill. You've never spoken to me like that before…all this over one man? Come on be serious! He's a common for Christ sake!"

"He is my fiancé and the father of my children. I don't care if he was muggle, common, vampire, or bloody werewolf."

"Children!? Are pregnant? H-how could you? Is this why you two are getting married? How far along are you maybe we can still get ri- "

"Screw you! Don't you dare finish that sentence! I love him! What do you mean how could I? You mean how could you?! I can do whatever the hell I want! You're really delusional you know that? I turned you down when I was sixteen what made you think I would change my mind. You be serious. Luke find someone else you and I will never work. I can't think of you as anything other than a friend. No scratch that I couldn't but now you're dead to me. I'm done with this conversation you're giving me a headache."

"Nadia stop! Please don't tell me this is what we've come to…we've known each other our whole lives. Is this one argument worth throwing all our years of friendship away?"

"For Blaise…it's definitely worth it."

"Nadia I don't like this but for the sake of our friendship I will tolerate and respect your decision."

"You don't need to. I don't care either way."

"But I want to…truce?"

"I'll think about it…now go."

"Nadia-"

"Go!" He's silent for a few seconds but then the disturbance fades. I huff…what got me so upset? I don't think I've ever blatantly disrespected anyone like that before…C'est la vie.

The kitchen door opens and in walks the healer reading over his papers. I have butterflies in my stomach and I don't know whether that's good or bad. "Mrs. Zabini?"

"Yes?" Both Zarah and I answer at the same time. I blush furiously.

"Sorry that's her." I say awkwardly. The healer looks up at us but doesn't comment on the faux pas.

"Yes if I could have a word with you in the other room." My stomach sinks.

"Whatever you have to say you can say it in front of these ladies." The healer is silent for a second.

"Alright" He sighs and I know it won't be good. "He has suffered some damage to his brain which I believe can be repaired in time." I relax a bit but it's too soon. "How much time will depend on him. I will tell you that you will need to book a place for him to stay at St. Mungos so he can be properly monitored and cared for. He will need to be administered the right types of potions which should fix all damages. Again I will say that even if the damages are fixed within the week we will have to wait until he naturally awakens. He is in a coma of sorts and it would not be prudent to awake him."

"Why not?" I hear Dahnya ask.

"This coma is unlike simple types of comas where a potion can be administered and the person awakens. Mr Zabini has damaged his brains magic center. That is a very delicate area. If we were to wake him, instead of his body naturally doing so a lot could go wrong… in a severe case his magic could 'attack' or even feed off of his body. It's very painful and will most definitely kill him or leave him as what muggles say 'a vegetable'." I feel tears running down my face.

"So that's worst case scenario…not that I'm considering it but I'm curious what's the best case scenario?" I ask.

"He could be crippled." The healer says simply.

"How long?" My mother asks. "How long will it take?"

"Well like I said, It depends on him. He could wake up today, tomorrow, the next few months, the next few years or never." He says the last part softly and I can't help myself. I burst into tears. This is all my fault! I'm such a stupid bint! "Where is Mr Zabinis son?"

"He's upstairs taking his evening nap." My mother replies calmly.

"We'll have to get in contact with Ms. Greengrass to come and collect her son." The healer says and my tears stop mid-flow.

"What?" I say disbelievingly the same time Zarah says it.

"Well now that he is no longer able to care for the child, the next guardian naturally would be his mother."

"You can't do that. You can't take him away from me." I whisper.

"Are you mental?" I hear Zarah ask. "That dreadful woman signed over all of her parental rights to my son she has none. He is perfectly fine where he is." She says firmly.

"I understand that you may feel that way but the rules are rules. He has no other fit parental figure other than his mother." I look up at the old man in disgust.

"So what the hell am I?"Zarah asks sounding more annoyed than I have ever heard her.

"Mrs Zabini calm down. I am only doing my job. This is how the procedure would work in this sort of situation. You are unfit because according to your records you have had more than two husbands. That is the limit at which a home is deemed 'unstable'. The child could have gone to your mother even though she is in old age if his mother weren't able to take care of him. With all that being said there are no other alternatives. St. Mungoss is sending for her as we speak. I've already sent a patronus. I should also let you know that though they are divorced with your sons current condition all of his assets will be given to miss Greengrass so she is able to care for herself and the boy." It just keeps getting worse.

"What?!" Zarah screams finally losing it. "I just found out that my son will not be waking up any time soon and don't deny it! If you had any hope these sorts of arrangements would not be made. That snake! That vermin is an unfit mother! I may be a lot of things sir but I assure you my son, my grandson, and my family always come first. How dare you insinuate that I am unfit to care for my own flesh and blood?! She does not care about anyone but herself. When you said you were sending for her I was sort of worried but I knew she would turn down any responsibility but now you are going to offer her my sons assest?! She will definitely take my grandchild and mistreat him for the sole purpose of the money! Don't you have a heart?! How can you even conjure a patronus? He hates her! He doesn't call her mommy he calls her by her name! With disgust I might add. This cannot happen. Is there any other way?" After Zarah finishes her rant the gravity of it all it's me and I realize she's right. If he had hopes of Blaise waking up today or tomorrow he wouldn't be making such plans. The bastard gave me false hope.

"I'm sorry mam. I know you are upset but there is no one else who is entitled to take him-"

"Wait!" Dahnya says and her voice is full of hope. "The girl signed over her rights. If my grandson was married wouldn't his wife be entitled to everything…Including Kyro." The doctor looks confused but nods. "Well that settles it. He won't be going anywhere."

"Mam?" The healer asks confused. "I see in his records here that he is not married."

"According to ministry records." She replies. "Purebloods would get married all the time in the past and they would never have to make the ministry aware. Correct me if I'm wrong but the pureblood law even though it's not as recognized today because of ministry registration purebloods marriage laws still stands?"

"It is an antiquated notion but yes I believe it still stands." He says looking evermore confused.

"Mother what are you getting at?" Zarah says anxiously.

"Back in my parents days there was no need for magical registration…one would simply be added to the family tree by wearing the family rings. They would have a ceremony but the rings were the official joining." I hear Zarah scream in joy.

"Mother you are a genius I love you so much" she screams hugging her mother.

"Mam what are you talking about" the healer says looking impatient now.

"I'm talking about that ring that young lady has on her finger." She points to me and the healer looks over. "When my grandson placed it on her finger she was immediately added to the family tree" It all hit's me suddenly and I remember when Blaise proposed to me and Zarah and my mother knew because I was on the Zabini family tree. "So that means according to pureblood law she is married to my grandson and her rights would trump that of Daphne's because she was never officially a part of the Zabini family tree. She never received that ring." My heart soars in my chest. Maybe things are looking up after all.

The healer looks stumped for a second. "We'll I don't really know what to say…I mean according to recent wizarding standards they aren't married but that old law was not dropped as far as I remember. I-ah…This is out of my hands." He says simply.

"Well as long as the law still stands rest assured that, vile woman will not have my grandson." Zarah says confidently.

"Mommy?" I hear a sleepy little voice call from the kitchen door. I look up and see Kyro stretching and yawning slowly making his way over to me. "You're back." He smile "Did you not have to work anymore." I can't answer the striking resemblance of him and Blaise is numbing.

"He call's you mommy?" The healer whispers.

"Yes and this is why she would be the perfect person to take him." Zarah says quietly. Kyro walks to my kitchen stool and I pull him into my arms and onto my lap. I wrap my hands around him and he cuddles closer into me.

"What time is daddy getting home?" he yawns and my breath hitches and tears begin to form at my eyes. I don't know what to say. I don't know how to explain. How do you tell a child you don't know when his father is waking up if ever?

"Ky, you know mommy loves you right with all of her heart." He nods and finally opens his eyes and takes a good look at me and I know he knows something is wrong. He reaches up and wipes a tear from my cheek and I'm almost undone. Oh God I don't know what to say!

"Are you okay mommy? Did someone hurt you? Who hurt you mommy?" He looks worried. The room is so silent you could probably hear a pin drop.

"Mommy is fine darling. But I want you to listen to me." He nods. "Your daddy loves you very, very much and I want you to know that no matter what happens that will never change. Now I want you to promise to be a strong and brave little man for mommy can you do that?" he looks unsure but nod still. "Kyro I might need you to be the little man of the house for a little while becau-" I feel a disturbance in the wards that stops me mid-sentence. Someone is trying to get through my parents wards via floo. It's more than one someone, I don't recognize their auras. "Who is that?" I ask my mom.

"I don't know I don't recognize them. You sent for someone didn't you?" My mother asks the healer.

"Yes Ms Greengrass as well as the person who needs to come and collect Mr Zabini."

"Me?" Kyro asks. "Where am I going mommy?"

"Not you sweety." My mother leaves the kitchen to help the visitors find their way. It's quiet for a minute until my mother walks in followed by two people. A medium size stubby man adorn in healer robes who looks to be in his early thirties. Behind him is a rather tall slim woman; with pin straight black hair that contrast her pale skin, sharp feature, and blue eyes. This must be the infamous Daphne…and I'm strangely happy to observe that Kyro is the splitting image of his father with the exception of his skin tone which is lighter and is closer to mine than to Blaises mocha complexion. She looks around at the occupants in the room and makes a disgusted look once her eyes land on Zarah. Zarah gives it back to her with even more venom.

"Good afternoon or should I say good evening everyone. I'm healer Rogue and I'm here to arrange boarding and all the other necessities for Mr Zabini I-" but he is cut off.

"Can I take the child and go?" Daphne interjects rolling her eyes. "And how long will it be before all the things are transferred into my name. It takes a lot to care for a child you know." She says smiling smugly at Zarah. "Well come on then Kyle." She becons Kyro over with her hand impatiently. Did she really just get his name wrong? Kyro looks back at me thoroughly confused.

"Mommy wh-ah-I I don't understand."

"Mommy?" Daphne says with disgust. "Kyle will you hurry up and get your arse over here we need to go. Your daddy is dead and you can't stay with these people." Kyro gasps disbelievingly and turns to me. Is this woman serious?

"Ms. Greengrass" the first healer scolds.

"You little bitch." I see Zarah lunge at her and my mother holds her back quickly. Dahnya looks like she is having an internal battle as to whether or not to follow her daughters example, and healer Rogue looks surprised and confused at the scene before him.

"Mommy I-Is that true. Where's daddy? I want my daddy! Mommy please I want daddy!" he begins to get hysterical.

"Kyro…Kyro." I say firmly and he finally looks at me tears streaming freely down his face. "Your father is not dead." I say and I let that sink in for a few seconds and I see him trying to calm himself. I hug him to my chest and stand and head towards the back patio connected to the kitchen of my parents house. I open the sliding glass doors.

"Oye! Where do you think you are going with hi-"I slam it shut before she finishes her question and sit on one of the chairs.

"Kyro look at me." He does. "Remember you promised you would be strong for mommy?" He nods. "Daddy is not dead. He got into a really bad accident that made him go into a really deep sleep. The healers are going to do all they can to heal your father and I want you to understand that they don't know when he is going to wake up. He is not dead…just sleeping. He is going to be staying at St. Mungos until he is better. We both know how strong daddy is and though we don't know when he is getting up I want you to believe and trust that he will. No matter how long it takes we know he's strong enough to wake up and we just have to keep believing and keep our strength up for him. Your father loves you very much and I'm sure he is trying his best to get up as we speak. Don't lose faith. Do you understand sweetie?" He doesn't reply he simply nods still crying though not as bad as before. I hug him tightly to me and I feel tears escape my eyes as well. "I promise we'll visit him every day if you want to." The sliding glass door opens. I look up and it's Zarah.

"She's gone." She says simply.

"What no fight or argument?" I ask.

"She wouldn't be Daphne if that was the case…she's suing you. She says she only wants her son 'kyle'. She's taking it to the wizengamot."

"That's fine with me."

Translations:

Connard: French for mothereffer or asshole

Che cosa gli è successo?: Italian for what happened to him?

Cabron: Spanish for bastard/asshole

C'est la vie: French for that's life.