A/N: I'm just skipping the reception. Nothing fun that I can think of. So we're just gonna go straight to the honeymoon ;)

Draco and I are in the middle of a particularly heated sex session when we hear a loud pop. We look to see Narcissa standing with Scorpius in her arms.

"Mom!" Draco whines, grabbing the sheets and bringing them over our heads.

"There was just a Death Eater meeting between those of us who are left. We decided that Draco should be the new Dark Lord, at least until Scorpius is old enough to do so himself."

"What?" we yell in unison.

"It was unanimous. I was the only one who had second thoughts, but I certainly couldn't object. You must hide. Run far away from England," Narcissa instructs.

"I don't want to be a Death Eater. I certainly don't want my first-born son to lead the bloody cult," Draco mutters, getting up and putting his pants on. "It's decided," he announces. "Collette, let's go." Finally fully clothed, he grabs our baby.

I quickly get dressed and we grab what we can carry and head out. I apparate Draco, Scorpius and I to a far off country to go into hiding. We find a cheap apartment and settle in. Neither of us know how long it will take to find a decent, quiet, and probably temporary house. Honestly, I don't even know if this will work. It will take a miracle to escape the Death Eaters.

Almost six years later, Scorpius is on the floor playing with his toys. We have been living in this house for about 3 years after we moved from place to place, making sure we lost the Death Eaters. I'm reading a book on the couch when Draco comes in with a grave expression. "Come with me."

He leads me to the fireplace in the other room. On top of the logs amidst the emerald green flames, sits the face of a familiar woman.

"Narcissa!" I exclaim.

"Yes. I don't have much time. The Death Eaters know where you are - well at least what country you are in. They're going to try and find you," she tells us quickly.

I notice she looks scary thin, her cheeks sunken in and deep circles under her eyes. Her icy gray eyes have lust their twinkle, and her platinum hair is missing its luster. In fact, her hair appears dirty, limp and as if it hasn't been washed in a very very long time. "Why does it look like you haven't slept or eaten since I last saw you?"

"The Death Eaters found out I helped you escape and they've been torturing me for 4 years for information," Narcissa explains.

"Oh my god. I am so sorry."

"It's okay. I obviously only know you are there from the owl you sent me. I'm sorry, but good job in not writing what city you're in, in case it was intercepted. Which reminds me, do not contact anyone by any means." She pauses for a moment to look around. "They start Floo Network Watch in... Now! Bye!" Faster than I could blink, the hollow face and the glowing flames disappear.

Draco and I simply stare, shocked. "You don't think-?"

"Rubbish," Draco interrupts. "They couldn't have seen us. They couldn't have traced it that fast."

"I'm trusting you."

Little do we know, that just as Narcissa pulled her head out of the fire, Death Eaters in the Ministry cheered. They found us. They will come, but they will wait. They will lull us into a false sense of security.

Then, they will strike.