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A Mudblood's Slave?

Lucius Malfoy paced the floor of his small hotel. He took the black ribbon out of his hair that had been tying it back and threw it on the chair beside him. Goyle watched him with immense interest.

"It was her Gregory," he said after a short pause.

"It was Narcissa?" Goyle asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Yes," Lucius said quietly. He finally gave way and sat in the high backed chair, his black ribbon disappearing beneath him. He took off his shoes and socks and placed his feet on the small footrest in front of him. "Come Gregory, rub my feet."

Goyle took a good long look at Lucius and he cringed slightly, at the thought of rubbing the man's feet. They were big and white and… Well… He couldn't smell any sort of fowl odor coming off of them, but they looked like they'd smell bad… Even though he knew Lucius Malfoy was too clean for such a thing. He sat down in front of his best friend's father and placed his calloused hands on Lucius' right foot. It was warm and a little sweaty but not as bad as he thought it would be. He slowly massaged them and Lucius let out a groan.

"I walked here," Lucius replied after a moment. "I needed a chance to think."

"But sir," Goyle muttered. "How do you know it was her?"

"Have you ever been in love Gregory?" Lucius asked after a moment. Goyle shook his head. "Well, if you ever do…and you become separated from your mate, when you finally catch a glimpse of them after all of these years, you'll just…know."

"What of your unborn children?" Goyle asked. Lucius started and looked down at Goyle as if he'd just remembered he was going to be a father for the second time in his life.

"Linda and Grace!" he whispered. "Why of course! She wasn't pregnant any more. Where are the girls?"

"That's what I was asking," Goyle said. Lucius sat up, placing his bare feet on the ground.

"I must talk to her," Lucius murmured, his eyes wide as though he'd gone mad. "I must find out what happened to our babies! Surely she must know!"

"You weren't able to attend her funeral were you?" Goyle asked. "You never got any real-"

"Indication that she'd actually passed away!" Lucius finished for him. He got up and began to put his shoes on again.

"Mr. Malfoy?" Gregory asked. "What are you doing?"

"I must go see her!" Lucius declared, grabbing his cloak.

"What are you going to do? It's nearly daybreak!" Goyle said, standing up. "You can't! And you said it yourself! The Granger mudblood has wards up all around her home. There's no possible way you can get in!"

But there was no convincing him. Lucius was crazed with his new realization.

"Why didn't she come to me if she were still alive?" Lucius asked. "Why did she go to our son?"

"Perhaps she couldn't find you," Goyle murmured. "Mr. Malfoy, you need to rest. You've been out all night already. Why don't you wait? If she is with Draco she's not going anywhere. And the walls are thin! You've probably already disturbed the people in the next room!"

Lucius paused, slightly short of breath, staring vacantly at Goyle. After a moment, his features regained their animation. Something had finally clicked back into place and he sat down on his bed, suddenly looking very tired.

"Besides," Lucius said quietly. "A realization such as this needs time and planning. I have to think this through."

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy," Goyle said in a voice that was nearly a whisper. "You do."

"I'm tired Gregory," Lucius said. He began to undress again. "We shall talk more of this in the morning."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Malfoy," Goyle said, lying back down. But he didn't go to sleep. Not until he heard Lucius' breathing pattern change into that of a person who is in a deep rest. For some reason, Goyle didn't think Narcissa meant Lucius to find her. If she did, she would have come for him, after or during the war. There was something that didn't quite add up, and though Goyle couldn't do much about it, he was set on finding out what was going on.

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The newly discovered Narcissa, sat stubbornly, with her cat ears back, staring at Hermione and Draco, who'd refused to go back to bed. Of course she hadn't expected them to. After all, she'd given them both quite a shock. Hermione held her wand to Narcissa's small feline chest, her jaw set.

"Mrs. Malfoy," Hermione said patiently. "I'm going to ask you again to reveal yourself."

Narcissa looked at her coolly. And what was she going to do if Narcissa refused? There was no such spell that could force an Animagus to show their true form. Narcissa hissed at Hermione.

"She is the little firecracker isn't she?" Hermione asked, leaning back into her cushions, letting out a sigh. "I give up. We've been sitting here for three hours."

Draco looked at the approaching dawn.

"Mother. Why won't you just do what she says?" Draco asked. Narcissa turned her head ever so slightly to her son, not looking directly at him, her ears poised in his direction, to show she was listening. "What's the big deal? And why are you giving us so much trouble?"

The truth was, Narcissa had been trying to transform back into herself for some time. Yet, she'd been in this feline form for so long, her body had weakened with her poor diet. She was just too proud to admit it. She tried again, provoking the change within her, but nothing happened. She let out a small grunt and turned away from both of them.

"What's the matter mother?" Draco asked. Even though Narcissa wasn't herself, he'd never forgotten her body language. And cat or no, it really hadn't changed all that much.

"Meow," Narcissa said simply, looking over her shoulder at him.

"Don't try and pretend there's nothing wrong," Draco replied, coming to sit next to his mother. He picked her up and placed her in his lap. She sighed and looked up at him.

"Meeeow," she replied mournfully, nudging her son's hand with her head.

"Oh…" Draco said. "I think there's something wrong with her…"

"You think?" Hermione asked. Draco shot her a nasty look.

"I meant physically. Don't be disrespectful towards my mother," Draco snapped. "I don't think she can change back…"

Narcissa nipped his finger and nodded slightly.

"Oh," Hermione said her eyes wide. She then got up and hurried out of the room. When she reappeared, she was holding a large book in her hands. She scanned through the index and when she finally found what she was looking for, she looked at him triumphantly.

"Mrs. Malfoy?" Hermione began cautiously. "When's the last time you were yourself…in human form?"

Narcissa looked as though she were thinking. She then jumped off of Draco's lap and came to Hermione.

"Meow," she said. Then she remember Hermione didn't understand cat language and let out a sigh.

"Two years?" Hermione asked. Narcissa growled, slightly frustrated, and moved so that her tail was in Hermione's view. She waved it in front of Hermione's face, and then began tapping the tip of it against Hermione's coffee table. She did that three times.

"Three years?" Hermione asked.

"Meow." Was her response.

Hermione fell silent, reading her large book until she found what she was looking for.

"When you try to turn back, does your head hurt?" she asked. Narcissa looked at her, without making a sound.

"No?" Hermione asked. Narcissa growled.

"Okay," Hermione said. She yawned, placing her hand in front of her mouth briefly. "When you try to change into your human form, does it feel like a pressure's being placed over your whole body?"

Narcissa let out a sharp loud meow that startled both of them. She then hopped back into her son's lap and nipped at his hand. He fell to stroking her fur, making Narcissa purr and knead his knee.

"I take that as a yes," Draco murmured.

"Right," Hermione said. "We're going to need a potion for that. And seeing as Animagus are rare, we're going to have to brew it ourselves."

"Goody," Draco said yawning. "So what's wrong with mum?"

"She's suffering from being in animagus form for too long. Some wizards such as Peter Pettigrew can handle it. He was a rat for twelve years I believe. But seeing as your mother probably didn't practice her skills all that much, it's difficult for her body to adjust to the change. Even though she can transfigure herself into a cat, she doesn't do it often enough for her body to be able to handle large amounts of time," Hermione said matter-of-factly.

Narcissa let out a sigh and looked forlornly at her son.

"It's all right, mum. We'll fix you," he said.

A/N: Alright. There it is. And quick too!