At 20 weeks pregnant, Narcissa decided that she wanted to know the sex of her child. On that quiet Sunday morning, she was up at sunrise, filled with thoughts. She rubbed her stomach carefully, wondering how her baby was doing. As if in reply, she felt the first fluttering of the baby in her stomach. She gasped. Lucius looked at her, worried.

"Are you alright, darling?"

"I felt the baby moving."

"Really?"

She nodded, grinning. He smiled and kissed her gently. They both showered and dressed quickly, anxious to know a little more about the child that would soon be a part of their family. Lucius put a hand on her shoulder just as she finished applying makeup at her vanity.

"Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

Narcissa took her husband's arm and went to say goodbye to her son before leaving.

Draco sat at his windowsill, looking at the grounds of the home he'd grown up in, unsure of how to feel about knowing the gender of his future sibling. A knock came at his door, and he turned his head to the sound.

His mother's head popped through the opening.

"We're going to see the doctor, now." He nodded, then turned back to the window. He set his chin on his hand. It was a rare sunny day, one that contrasted sharply with his feelings, which alternated between thoughtful hope and pessimism. He was starting to get used to the idea of having a brother or sister, but still felt unsure of what his place would be in his family after they were born. He knew his parents would always love him, but what about his future sibling? Would he have the capacity to love them? More so, would he even care? He sighed, and went to the kitchen for a drink of water. He went out to the backyard and sat down in a lounge chair, looking up at the rarely seen sun. Perhaps it was a good sign.

He was quiet, smelling the fresh cut grass and soaking in the warm summer sun. There were rolling hills beneath the manor, and none above. It still seemed as though the house was looking down on everything around it as if it were beneath them. It wasn't so far off from how he'd once thought of himself and his family. Now, humbled by the events preceding and proceedings of the Second Wizarding War, he had come to understand that he was not as invincible as he had once thought himself to be. He had believed that status and money could get him out of the toughest of life's situations, but was quickly proven wrong. He still shuttered at the thought of his family being under Voldemort's thumb.

Then, a strange new thought came to him.

What if this was some sort of reward for defecting to the side of good during the war?

After sitting on the thought for a few minutes, he apparated himself to the steeple of a nondenominational church. He let himself in and sat in the back row as the worship team began to play their music. Often a loner, he had never been brought up to believe in any sort of higher power. Mother and Father did not attend church. He wasn't sure why he'd brought himself to that specific church, but counseled himself with the thought that it was the only church he had passed constantly as a child.

As he sat there, listening to the first strains of music, he thought about the concept of forgiveness. He would never forgive himself for serving the Dark Lord- not anytime soon at least. But there was a whisper of hope inside of him. Perhaps if someone else forgave him, he could start on the road to forgiving himself. He feared opening himself up to that kind of vulnerability, but he had nothing left to lose.

He had never prayed before, and wasn't sure how to go about it, so he did what he saw in the movies- he bowed his head and folded his hands. Yet, still, it didn't fit him quite right. He stood up as the music grew, and put his hands in the air, shutting his eyes. He pictured his family with the new addition inside of it, and began to smile. The music played, and it felt as if it were a part of him as they sang about forgiveness and accepting God with open arms.

For the first time in his life, Draco felt free from his past mistakes. He sat through the service as the pastor preached forgiveness and tolerance of change. All too quickly, it was over, and Draco went home. And yet, one service had transformed him. He had gone from feeling uncertain of his place in the family to being reassured. He ran inside and took a book off of the shelf, energized by one simple idea: he would involve himself with the preparation of welcoming the new baby.

He started flipping through a book of stars and constellations, knowing the perfect way to start.

Narcissa was silently waiting for the healer to come back in the room after the nurse had left. After being asked several questions about her development during this time in her pregnancy, she was impatient to know what kind of baby she was having. She kept drumming her fingers on the bed, full of excitement and anxiety- each of which took turns being the dominant emotion she felt. The healer entered the room and Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello Mrs. Malfoy. Would you like to know the sex of your baby?"

"Yes please."

"Okay." She said, and waved her wand. The glow around her stomach was yellow. The healer told her it would take ten minutes to find out. To Narcissa, it might as well have been ten years. During the eighth minute, the color finally began to change and darken.

The final color was a dark blue.

"Congratulations, Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy, you're having a baby boy."