A/N- I feel horrible to have neglected this story. I will continue my apologies and explanation at the end of the chapter, until then the next chapter!

Simply put, Regina was a pureblood. Of course she had learned after the war that it didn't make a difference, Pureblood, Half-blood, or Mud- Muggleborn. They all possessed those magical qualities that made them a witch or wizard, but still, old habits die hard. Not only was she pureblood, but

Narcissa smiled down at her grandson, Leo who was nodding off in her arms. His identical twin Scorpius, was already sound asleep in the arms of his father. Narcissa smiled at the resemblance they held to their father. Their hair, which had just recently grown in, was distinctively Malfoy. White blond and straight, the boys looked remarkably like their father. Even at a year old, their facial structure left no question to their parentage. Their eyes however were the perfect mixture between their parents, the slivery green was something unusual, but memorizing all the same.

Their sister Livia however, had less Malfoy in her. She had blond hair, but it was tamed by her mother's genes, less white than her fathers. And her face was an exquisite copy of her mothers, right down to her dark green almond shaped eyes. Eyes which were at this moment sparking with interest at what her grandfather was saying. It panged Narcissa's heart, remembering what the doctor said .

A week, maybe two.

A wave of depression rolled over her as she looked down at Leo. He would never know his grandfather, nor would Scorpius. She began to tear up before remembering Lucius' aversion to just that. No, she would stay strong, even if she was breaking up inside.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Regina grasping Draco's arm as he held their son. As her emotions were already heightened she took a jagged breath to calm herself.

She couldn't explain how relived she was when the two had married. Their marriage was everything and nothing as she expected when he was growing up. She expected of Draco what had been expected of her, marriage to a strong Pureblood, with the intent to produce an heir. Regina had come from a very influential pureblood family, even if they had disowned her, and Narcissa was already blessed with three beautiful grandchildren. However, what she did not expect was everything else, from their way of life to the intense bond that they shared. It had all baffled her.

After the war the family was a complete mess. They all had to go through separate trials, miraculously getting off on all charges. (Little did they know, that it was because a certain 'Scarhead' had come to their defense.) But it weighed heavily on all of them.

Lucius was in a constant state of conflict, the whole war had turned out opposite of his expectations. He thought that the dark lord was far too powerful to fight. Sure, at first he had been in it for the power that being in his elite circle entitled him, but after he had been caught and sent to Azkaban, he was faced to confront the consequences of his actions, on both sides. He became so distant; he would go for weeks without speaking a word to any human being.

Draco on the other hand wasn't torn about how the war should have ended. He was simply filled with regret. He couldn't take back his actions; he couldn't wake the dead or remove the pain he had caused. Draco soon became depressed, even as far as suicidal, though Narcissa tried to discard that thought. Draco wanted nothing more than to start over, and that's exactly what he ended up doing.

Narcissa could remember the day that Draco had chosen a different life, as if it were yesterday.

"I can't go on like this. I can't just keep living life when everyone knows what I've done" A young Draco said desperately to his mother. Narcissa's heart was breaking at his words, and even more so at his wrecked appearance. Draco had looked much older and worn out than his eighteen years.

She tried to calm him down, but was on the edge of hysterics herself. "Draco, we've already been through so much! You can't just give up, you're a Malfoy for Merlins sake!"

Something changed in Draco's eyes as that phrase slipped past her lips. Narcissa's muscles tensed and she prepared herself for the repercussions of such a sentiment. After several seconds of silence, Narcissa noticed that her eyes were shut. She risked a peek through the lids to see her son's face alight. Confused by the expression, she fully opened her eyes. "Draco," She hesitated before continuing "Draco, what are you thinking."

The younger blond snapped out of his daze and spoke. "That's it! I'm only bound by Malfoy expectations as long as I carry the Malfoy name." His usual smirk was replaced with a look of hope that Narcissa had never seen on his face previously.

However it did nothing to sooth her agitation. "Draco, that won't solve anything! They will always know son. Changing your name won't do you any good in hiding from them." The 'them' being the whole wizarding world, he was under their microscope, and seemingly couldn't get out.

"Not if I go to the last place they look."

Two weeks later Draco was on a train bound for his new life, one that hardly resembled the life he left behind. Shortly after attaining an occupation (a muggle occupation) he enrolled in University, where his interest and expertise in Potions carried over into his talent in Chemistry. Here he was a decade later a Chemistry Professor, at the same University, with an equally successful wife, and three beautiful children.

Narcissa's eyes began to tear up at the memories.

"Dear, whatever are you crying for?" Lucius asked with a bit of a throaty chuckle. It was only then she noticed the four pairs of eyes staring at her.

"Do you need a hug grandma?" The oldest child offered her arms.

She smiled at the young girl, "I would love one."

Hermione was supervising Rose and Livia's third play date of the week when the phone rang. She smiled at the familiar sound that drove her husband and sister-in-law crazy. It took nearly three hours for her and Harry to convince their spouses that they needed telephones. "Hello?" She answered, forgetting to look at the caller ID.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end asked cautiously.

Hermione then checked the number, and laughed. "Harry got you to use the phone!" Hermione spoke to her sister-in-law delighted.

"Yes, and I feel quite stupid talking to a muggle machine." Ginny stated, annoyance clear in her voice.

Hermione sighed, "You're not talking to a muggle machine, you're talking to me through a muggle machine." Hermione corrected.

Ginny grumbled away from the phone, "Now I know why the guys called you a know-it-all."

"Hey, I heard that!" She scolded her friend. "Anyway, what's going on?" She asked, still slightly peeved.

Ginny gave a dramatic sigh before continuing, "Harry insisted I practice talking on this contraption in case the kid's school rings. Oh, and I have some Juicy gossip if you would like to hear." Hermione smiled at her friend's speech.

"Ok, what's the juicy gossip?" She said as if giving in.

Ginny went through all types of gossip involving work, celebrities, Quidditch and even muggle makeup. By the time she stopped her tangent on how her muggle foundation is better than her magical equivalent Hermione's ear was nearly talked off. "Okay Ginny, I'll be sure to buy you some more when I do my grocery shopping." Hermione was itching to get off the phone at this point.

Ginny bid her goodbye and Hermione sat in the kitchen, thinking of something to do for the next half hour before Livia's mom Regina picked her up. Just then Rose shouted, "I know! Let me just get something from my room, I'll be back!" And she sprinted up the stairs, like a girl on a mission. Hermione then remembered that not all of her toys were unpacked so she might be up there a while.

She sighed and went to go pick up a muggle magazine she had lying on the counter when she noticed her daughter's blond friend staring at her with a look of keen interest. "Hey sweetheart, do you need something?" She asked politely.

"Can I ask you something?" The girl asked, green eyes sparkling.

Hermione agreed with a smile, but that smile faded when the question was posed. "What's a muggle?"

She immediately cursed herself in her head for being so careless. "A what?" She asked, nearly praying she heard wrong.

"A muggle?" The girl spoke directly, enunciating as much as she could.

Not wanting to lie to the little girl she gave a vague answer, "It's nothing you need to worry about."

The girl sighed and looked at the ground, "That's what mommy said when I asked her too."

"Livia, I found it!" Rose said, barreling down the stairs. The two girls continued to play, Hermione watching intently.

'Well, that's an interesting development,' she thought

"Damn it!" shouted Padma as she entered the Auror's Department. She got several questioning looks from the other ministry workers, but walked straight up to Harry who was discussing the Malfoy case with the Minister himself. "Sorry sir, Harry, he did it again." She handed them a tabloid reading, "Malfoy Heir Spotted Again!" Harry groaned and put his face in his hands.

The Minister was visibly angry, "Where?" he asked the now scared woman.

"St. Mungo's, I checked before I came here, and our charms didn't detect anything! It just doesn't make sense!" She said distressed.

"Are there photos? Why was he there? All of the accounts have already been transferred to his name." The minister wasn't talking to anyone in particular, but Padma answered anyway.

"There are no photos, St. Mungo's has upped security where the Senior Malfoy is, trying to avoid the press. However, the wizards that reported it, they claimed he came in with a woman, and three children."

The room went silent. For some reason, none of them expected him to be married, or a father. They expected him to be on the run, a criminal, possibly involved in recent neo-death eater attacks. They didn't expect him to have a family. They knew that having a family didn't mean he wasn't guilty of anything, but it took them off guard.

Harry snapped out of the trance first, Okay, we need to look at all of the families that have moved a lot in the past decade. Keep hounding the older Malfoys, they know where he is, all we need is an address. Keep up the money trail, and try to compromise with France to get us those bank records. He continued to give out jobs until all of their bases were covered.

A/N- First of all I feel the need to say that when I tried to upload this a few days ago the server was down or whatever, so I DID try to upload it a bit sooner. Second (but most important) I'm sorry. I feel that I have failed you readers. I'm a lousy hypocrite to leave my babies (stories) unattended. In my defense I have been SO busy lately that whenever I do get a spare minute to myself I usually use it for relaxing or sleep (I'm getting around five hours a night, and as I hear a 17 year old should be getting almost twice that). However thanks to CG94 's review, I have found the time to write again (Mostly in Physics, Zoology, Latin and Calculus, but writing is writing). I will now make a pledge on my authors bio to keep writing and updating. Luckily I have spring break next week and will be able to write during my AP test study breaks! Haha, I'm so excited. THANKS TO ALL OF YOU WHO ARE READING, AND I LOVE ALL OF YOU WHO ARE REVIEWING!

I promise to have the next chapter up by Sunday at the latest! but just as an "I'm Sorry" present, I'll give you a preview...

Hannah and Neville Longbottom sat nervously in the maternity ward of St. Mungos, waiting for the Healer to see them. Neville holding his wife's hand and encouraging her that this time, they may really be pregnant. Hannah was careful not to be too hopeful, knowing the damage another negative result could hold.

-Hailey

P.S. I'm aware this was a lame filler chapter, sorry.