A/N: Hakkyou no Yami:The 13,000 year old thing is explained in this chapter.

Major Wallace: Thank You, again.

Chapter 5: Fate's Hand

Narcissa smiled again at the last comment she wrote. She looked the book again, reading the part of a veela's immortality.

"As the veela is known for her beauty, she is also known for living forever, without a single sign of aging. The reason for this is while male veela's exist, they are uncommonly rare, so the veela live's as long as she can until she finds a proper mate."

"Yeah, and I might end up being 13,000 years old if I can't figure out who my SoulMate is."

She watched the next few times she had those dreams. Once on the Hogwarts Express, Another the first night at Hogwarts, another at Lily's House over Christmas Vacation, and again back at school. Those were the only times during her first year she had her SoulMate dreams. After recording the characteristics she remembered she recorded the following characteristics.

Handsome

Black? (Dark) hair.

Caucasian.

Sweet

Kind

Good Kisser.

Green/Hazel Eyes.

Young Face.

Short Hair.

Narcissa sat thinking about what else she remembered when she heard, "Mother! Mother! Where are you?"

"Oh, Draco, my dear I'll be right out!" she shouted back. She walked through the portrait of her late father Atticus, and into the Malfoy Manor Living Room. She soon ran into her son, Draco.

"Oh there you are Mother, Father's looking for you. He says that we're going to the Quiditch World Cup, and that you are to prepare yourself." said Draco.

"Oh, of Course, Draco, Dearest." She said, making a fake smile. She then walked her way up to her master bedroom. She picked up the tight, flashy, dark green dress that Lucius had left on the bed for her to wear, along with silver High Heels, and a dark green necklace. She put it on and looked at herself in the mirror. She sighed, She really was very beautiful, but that's all anyone would perceive her as, a very beautiful women. When she was very young the Black elder's had placed a curse on her to prevent her from using any sort of veela charm or magic. She was a slave, a puppet, a doll, masked to hide the Black's mistake.

Then Lucius walked thorough the door of their master bedroom. He smiled, looking his wife up and down. "You look beautiful, honey." He said, wrapping his arms around her.

"Thanks, Dear." She said, blankly. "Shall we be going?" she said pulling free from his arms.

"Of Course!" he said, faking a smile. They walked down the stairs to the fireplace. Then, puuting her arm around Draco, and Lucius putting his arm around Narcissa, They flooed to the Quiditch World Cup.