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Jane did not expect to be the new Quiddich Captain after her argument with Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore, and she expected correctly. Professor Snape awarded it to sixth year chaser, Mickael Dinado, but she refused to let anyone think that she was upset about it, even if she felt she deserved it more, especially as his choice of new team mates, made her skin crawl. The thought of having to change into Quiddich robes in-front of Crabbe and Goyle, made her skin crawl.

"That does it! I am sick of baring my parts to that team, I'm a married woman now, it is only moral that the only man, who sees me undress, is my husband and if they don't like it, find another keeper. I am through with that team," said Jane.

"Fair argument, but you know speaking of which, you really shouldn't have kicked off at Dumbledore like that," said Sasha.

"Why not? What did he expect? Telling me to tell Lucius what to do, do I look insane? Honestly! Half of Slytherin might think I'm not a full sickle, but he beats me," said Jane.

"Does he? He often puts the school before himself, you're the one putting the Malfoy family before your family..." began Sasha.

"Say that again," said Jane.

"Well, look, to keep the Malfoys alive, you're signing yourself up, for a possible death sentence, unless you've finally seen sense," said Sasha.

It was a weekend morning, Jane looked around the girls' dorm in thought, of what Voldemort said about her parents, breaking up the family for him, when she realized that she was doing the same thing, only for the Malfoy family. A light shone in Jane's eyes, called realization. Voldemort wasn't insulting the memory of her parents, he was pointing out how similar they were, but not directly as he couldn't know what she had planned. Sasha looked at Jane, as she slowly stood up.

"Jane, are you alright? You look a bit...well, away with the Cornish pixies if I'm honest," said Sasha.

Jane turned to Sasha and grinned, she started to get ready, and began to write a letter to Marcus, Sasha got up and followed her, trying to read over her shoulder.

"What? Did I say something? I haven't put another stupid idea in your head, have I?" she asked.

"No you didn't, you opened my eyes. See, when you know who, crashed my little engagement party, I know I didn't tell you, I decided not to join, as he made comments about my parents, choosing him over me. Now, I'm the one choosing the Malfoy family, over mine and Marcus'. We could have a wonderful future together, if only we could escape," replied Jane.

"He...your family...but then surely that makes you the same as them? I thought you wanted that, after what that man said to you?" asked Sasha.

"When I was Jane Gibbs, but I'm not Jane Gibbs, I'm Jane Flint. I'm not my parents, I'm going to put my family first, like anyone else would," replied Jane.

Sasha smirked, she turned away and made celebratory gesture, before getting ready herself. Meanwhile, Jane finished her letter to Marcus, and went to the owlry, to send her letter. She noticed Filch must have over-slept and quickly sent it, before anyone saw her. As she went to get some breakfast, Professor Umbridge, left the great hall, Jane stepped aside for her to pass.

"Thank you Miss...Oh! Forgive me, Mrs. Flint," she said.

"No worries, Professor," said Jane.

"I only heard about the wedding recently, Lucius of course, took leave for it...I believe he gave you away?" asked Professor Umbridge.

"Well there was no one else," replied Jane.

"The daughter he never had, like his son you give me no trouble in class," said Professor Umbridge.

"Why would I?" asked Jane.

"Indeed! Pity the other students...then again you're older and more mature, than most. I wish you well, and your husband," replied Professor Umbridge.

"I'll pass the message on," said Jane.

As soon as Umbridge left, she shook her head, as she had little to no intention of telling Marcus, what she thought of their marriage. She looked at the staff table, towards the headmaster, then at Professor Snape, calculating the best way to go about protecting the Flint family. Sasha sat next to her, grumbling madly about her own run in with the defence against the dark arts teacher.

"Does she have to act like my best friend? It's weekend, doesn't she have a box she can go back into?" asked Sasha.

"You should have heard her, going on about my marriage. As if I need to be told by her that I did the right thing?" asked Jane.

"You don't, and I don't need comments on what time I get up," added Sasha.

"Not too sure about the last part," muttered Jane.

"I heard that!" snapped Sasha.

"Good! Though I admit, you are starting to manage two, out of five days," added Jane.

"I'm maturing!" boasted Sasha.
"Says the person who has to tell herself, that she is maturing!" cried Jane.

Sasha pulled a mocking expression.

"We can't all have a posh voice, fall in love and get married," she said.

"Would you want to?" asked Jane.

"At the moment I couldn't think of anything worse...apart from being pregnant, or dying, or dad dying...but you get the idea, I'm not ready for that sort of...Hi Jacus..." said Sasha.

A boy in the same year as them sat down, he smirked at Sasha, then turned back to his friends. Sasha ran her tongue down her bottom lip, Jane smiled and shook her head.

"Oh of course not, I mean if Jacus suddenly walked up to Professor Snape, and asked to marry you..." she began.

"I'd do it with or without his blessing, what is that about anyway? Asking the father's permission? Besides, dad being dad, he'll offer to gift wrap me," added Sasha.

Jane wasn't so sure, yes Professor Snape seemed distant most of the time, but Jane had seen the look on his face, in the defence office that day, she did not see a calm, collected, teacher, but a man, protecting his daughter. Jane had a feeling that any man, who wanted to marry Sasha, would have one large fight on his hands, and she pitied whoever he was.

Professor Snape, walked away from the staff table, Jane followed him, as Sasha was flirting with Jacus and didn't notice.

"Sir!" she called after him.

Professor Snape turned swiftly to her.

"Mrs. Flint?" he asked.

"My husband and I are having talks, about loosing contact with, full supporters of the dark lord. I trust an offer of help, is still within my reach?" asked Jane.

"Keep your voice down! Yes, the headmaster would be more, than willing to help you. Dare I ask what changed your mind?" asked Professor Snape.

Jane smiled at him.

"Your daughter, is more intelligent than most off the staff, give her credit for. I think that's all I can say, without giving her a large ego," she replied.

Professor Snape looked pleasantly surprised.

"Alright, I'll speak to the headmaster and see what we can do," he said.

"No promises, Professor, if Marcus doesn't want help," she added.

"I think, we're all happy to hear that, you're at least considering, the idea," said Professor Snape.

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Jane and Marcus exchanged many letters, some successful, some not so successful. Marcus found it strange, that Jane was turning her back on the Malfoy family, not knowing that Jane had another plan, that was to be hidden away. Not only was Jane planning to leave the Malfoy family, but she didn't plan on telling them, even though they would be with them for Christmas, without Draco, who had turned into a spy for Professor Umbridge, under his father's orders to keep her sweet.

Marcus and Jane made their own way to Malfoy Manor, he met Jane at the London station, on the way up to the large house, he had words with her about her intentions.

"Would you like to tell me why we're spending Christmas with people you plan to abandon?" he asked.

"Because I'm not going to leave them, totally in the frame. Marcus I had hoped you knew me better. Remember how we got together? I owe this family the life I have now. Yes we're leaving their way of life, but we're not leaving them to take the blame for it," replied Jane.

"You lost me at the part, where you said you weren't leaving them in the frame," said Marcus.

"In my belongings, is a craftily, if I do say so myself, disguised letter. The people who it is addressed to, won't see it until the start of the summer holidays, until then I plan to enjoy a few happy days with them," said Jane.

"You're planning on saving them with a letter?" asked Marcus.

"Oh no darling, not a letter, two letters. The other letter is to be in the care of Lucius, until the holidays. That one is for the Dark Lord himself," replied Jane.

Marcus stopped half way up the path to Malfoy Manor, and turned to his wife, with shock and disbelief. Jane looked as though, she had no idea why he reacted in such a way.

"You've written a letter to him as well? Are you...? Tell me why I married a total maniac?" he snapped.

"You didn't Marcus, these letters are signed by me, to swear that the Malfoy family will be telling the truth, when they say that they have no idea, that we were planning to leave. It is a life saving contract," replied Jane.

"I hope you're right Jane, because, happy though I am that we won't be serving him, Lucius doesn't deserve to die for our benefit," said Marcus.

Finally, they were in eye-line of a rather proud looking Lucius, who welcomed them like his own family. Jane was kissed on the cheek by Lucius, then hugged by Narcissa, Marcus was shaken by the hand by Lucius, then kissed on the cheeks by Narcissa. They were invited in, out of the cold, for mince pies and mulled wine. Both couples, went into the sitting room, for a chat before bed time.

"So, how is married life treating you both?" asked Lucius.

"To be honest Lucius, we can't say as we never see each other, what with the wife still at Hogwarts," replied Marcus.

"If you don't like it dear, I will gladly tell them to cancel my NEWTs..." began Jane.

A few people chocked on their drinks.

"The hell you will! He'd curse me, Snape would curse me, half your teachers would curse me, probably even old Dumbledore, would give me a go too. You'll do all the exams...then maybe we'll see about an early finish," said Marcus.

"How do you do that so easily? It took me years to become the final voice in our marriage," added Lucius.

"You think you are," muttered Narcissa.

"And the same goes for you," added Jane.

There was a garbled attempt of grovelling from both Slytherin men, at the same time, it was impossible to understand what was being said, apart from the words, "Darling!" and "My love!" until finally, they retired for the night, into separate double rooms, were Jane, took out the letters and put them into an un-used draw in her bedside table. She then slid into bed, to be in Marcus' arms, who smiled.

"A little more...relaxing than the little room in The Three Broomsticks...don't you think?" he asked.

"Marcus, don't even think about it, what if Lucius gets up to go to the loo? Besides, the pub was a little more exciting if we got caught, this would me more mortifying," replied Jane.

"Did you...? You know? Get checked, after that Hogsmade trip?" asked Marcus.

"No," replied Jane calmly.

"No?" asked Marcus, not as calmly.

"Marcus, if we have kids, we have kids. I'm not ruining our chances of perhaps wanting them in the future," replied Jane.

"Them? Plural? Jane, we haven't...I haven't even thought about having children," he admitted.

"Why not? We're a married couple..." she began.

"I know that dear, but we're a married couple, about to start running for our lives. As a father, I wouldn't want to put our baby through that," he added.

"As a father, I'd hope you'd do your best for your family, Marcus a family, that's what we are, that's what we might become, something I can hardly remember. Don't ask me to..." started Jane.

"I'd never ask that of you, and I'd never forgive you if you got rid of a baby of mine, I'm just saying, it isn't ideal circumstances, and that we'd struggle...more so if Lucius found out, he'd treat the idea like his own grandchild. I'm not sure that I could rob him of that," added Marcus.

Jane took the letters out of the draw. She looked at them, looked at the door and back at her husband. Both of them sat up in bed, candles either side of them.

"Holy Merlin, you're right...if I am...Lucius would be over-joyed. What kind of a mother would I be to sever ties with a man, who would love my child like part of his own family?" she asked.

"Not one that you'd want to become. What do you think?" asked Marcus.

Jane ripped the letters. Marcus nodded in approval of her actions. Jane got up and started a fire to burn the remains, and watched them go black and curl up. Marcus put his hands on her and watched them with her. They were back where they had been before their marriage, to become servants to Voldemort, but Jane and Marcus, were happy with their decision, as it was a decision taken, to protect their family, marriage and honouree family.

As Jane expected, they were only a couple of days into their break, when she felt sick. Marcus took a deep breath, as he told the Malfoys that he was taking his wife to St. Muggos, to get her checked out. Lucius raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously as Narcissa nodded at him.

"I think that's for the best, she doesn't sound or look well," she said.

Jane and Marcus returned to Malfoy Manor around two hours later. Jane, despite feeling sick smiled and Marcus led her up the path and opened the door for her, then led her to the sitting room, closely followed by the Malfoys, who joined them.

"Everything alright?" asked Lucius.

Narcissa took one look at Jane and covered her mouth, only showing that her eyes were smiling. Jane laughed nervously, as Marcus, revealed the truth.

"Jane's pregnant. We're having a baby," he said.