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A Mudblood's Slave?

Narcissa watched as Hermione and Draco stumbled through the door holding bags and bags of ingredients and groceries. She sighed and looked away as her son knocked over a vase of freshly picked flowers. Honestly, he still hadn't gotten over being clumsy? It would've gotten him killed on the battlefield if Lucius hadn't given him a potion for it. Her son cursed lightly under his breath as Hermione waved her wand and put the vase back together with a small grin on her face.

They both froze, when they found Narcissa sitting on top of the table, looking at them expectantly.

"Hello mum," Draco said. He put potions ingredients and food down on the floor, and he smiled, knelt down, and kissed her on top of her little white head. She looked up at him adoringly and rubbed her nose against his cheek, in an attempt to do an Eskimo kiss. Hermione chuckled as another load of bags came whizzing through the doors.

"That was a lot of shopping," she said, wiping sweat from her brow. "And not too mention it was unusually hot today. But we got everything we needed to fix you Mrs. Malfoy," Hermione said with a bright smile. "You'll be as good as new!"

Narcissa stared at her son from gray-blue eyes.

"Have her call me Narcissa, dear," she thought. She was very talented when it came to occlumency, and she was wondering if it could be used to convey thoughts from one mind to another. Draco stared down at her, his eyes widening slightly.

"What?" he asked.

"Tell Hermione to call me Narcissa," she thought again. Draco shook his head a moment and she wished she could've laughed at the expression on his face.

"Granger," Draco began slowly, not taking his eyes off of his mother. Hermione had just come back into the kitchen with a large cauldron that looked as though it hadn't been used for years. It had a thick layer of dust on the outside of it and it was made of pewter. It looked expensive.

"Yes?" she asked, setting it in the high fireplace. She grabbed a huge measuring pitcher and filled it all the way to the top, the directions on how to make the potion, in front of her. She then went over and dumped the water into the cauldron and returned to the sink.

"My mother wishes for you to call her by her first name," he replied bashfully. "She told me it makes her feel old when you call her Mrs. Malfoy."

Hermione turned around startled.

"Really?" Hermione asked. "She said that to you?"

"Yeah," Draco replied in wonder. "I didn't know Animagus could do that…"

"You have to be rather accomplished in certain mind gifts," Hermione said with a small shrug. "But it is possible."

"Hmmm," Draco muttered. "That's interesting."

"So, Narcissa," Hermione began casually.

Narcissa looked her way, her ears perked up to show she was listening.

"Weren't you pregnant before all this?" Hermione asked, bringing down a sharp butcher knife on some Goat Root. Draco looked at his mother, remembering his unborn siblings for the first time. Narcissa merely stared out the window.

She remembered what happened…

She was lying on the cool stones, her body splayed out in an x shape. Her mind was wondering in and out of certain thoughts…memories. She wondered how Lucius and Draco were holding up together. She prayed with all of her heart that they'd both reach safety in the end of this war. But her mind was turning over certain ideas… How was she going to get out of this cell?

She heard the distant rattling of keys, and felt her daughters wrestling in her womb. She wondered what would become of Linda and Grace? She knew they wouldn't let her keep them. She couldn't care for them, she couldn't do anything.

"Malfoy," came a man's husky voice from her left. She turned her head to see who was speaking. She couldn't see his face. He was holding his wand towards her. She licked her dry lips, hoping this would be it. Perhaps he would kill her where she lay…Now that would be an easy out.

"Yes?" she asked.

"It's time," he replied. Suddenly several wizards and witches were standing around her in a tight circle. She struggled to sit up, and quite suddenly one of the female wizards were sitting behind her, supporting her head.

"Time for what?" she asked rather alarmed.

"Well we usually let this happen naturally," the man replied.

"What?" she asked. She struggled to get away when the male healer, she'd finally recognized, bent down and reached under her tattered skirt, pulling off her worn knickers.

"What are you doing?" she inquired, her voice becoming higher than it was before.

"But seeing as you are in no position to mother your unborn child, Mrs. Malfoy, I'm afraid we have to break your water to trigger you to give birth," the healer said, looking between her legs. "I need more light over here."

"They're not due for another two weeks!" Narcissa cried. "You leave my daughters be!"

This was the first time anybody had heard her speak of the gender of her baby, this was the first time they'd heard she'd be having twins.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Malfoy, but seeing as you've been refusing to eat, it's not healthy for your girls to be stuck in there. You can waste away in this cell, for all I care. But it's not right for you to be taking your unborn children with you," the healer snapped.

Tears sprung out in Narcissa's eyes. She hadn't been starving herself. There was a woman in the cell next to hers who would trade her food. They'd been feeding Narcissa very well, seeing as she was eating for two…well three. But she knew they'd slipped her veritaserum in her meal. Nobody had suspected a thing.

"I have not been starving my unborn children!" she yelled. Suddenly she felt a lot of moisture gush out of her body, making a light splashing noise on the stones below her. "You bastards!" she cried.

But the contractions had begun right at that moment. The first few weren't painful, and they were coming at random intervals. But after some time had passed, they were happening every five minutes and they were beginning to hurt. She was squeezing the female healer's hand, keeping her jaw locked as to not cry out.

"Are you ready Mrs. Malfoy?" the male healer asked. She glared at him, her face flushed and shimmering with sweat. "I'm going to need you to push, Mrs. Malfoy. Come on."

The pain was too much for her, and she did as she was told, as her first daughter Linda began to crown. She cried out in pain, and it turned into a mournful scream. Tears streamed down her face. She felt the baby passing through her birth canal and after a moment the pain ebbed…but only for a couple of minutes.

She heard her sweet daughter's cries fill her ears, as wizards hurried away with her in their arms. Next came Grace.

An hour passed, and Narcissa had delivered her placenta and was being tended to by a silent female healer. She'd torn during the delivery and had to be sewn back together.

"Where are my daughters?" Narcissa whispered. They'd brought her a cot to lie on. She let out a hiss of pain when the healer brought the needle into her tender skin again.

"They're safe," the healer said quietly.

"Yes, but where are they?" Narcissa asked, sitting up slightly.

"In our nursery," the healer mumbled.

"Can I see them?" she asked. "Their names are Linda and Grace," she replied.

The healer remained silent.

"Well?" Narcissa asked in her demanding Malfoy tone.

"I'm afraid not Mrs. Malfoy," the witch said.

"Why not?" Narcissa asked, her voice quivering. "They are my daughters."

"They won't be by the end of this week," the witch said. She pulled out her wand and uttered a healing spell. All discomfort from Narcissa's nether regions had disappeared. The witch then fell to removing the stitches. They stitched it up to keep it together for the healing.

"What do you mean?" Narcissa asked. She felt a familiar knot form in her delicate throat.

"They'll be put up for adoption. In about a week, they'll be going to a wizarding family who can take care of them," the healer replied.

"That's not legal!" Narcissa cried hysterically, sitting up. "You can't do that unless I give you permission!"

"I'm sorry ma'am but times have changed to accommodate the war," the healer replied with a nasty smirk upon her thin lips. "Thank your husband for that."

At this the woman got up and shut the cell door, Narcissa running at the bars. She grasped them in her small hands and pressed her face between them.

"Come back here!" she screamed after the witch. "I want to see my daughters!"

But it was no use. She felt hot tears spill down her pale cheeks and she sat down on the cot, with her face in her hands.

"Mum?" Draco asked, bringing her back to the world. She stared up at him silently, her ears back, and she jumped off of the table and wondered away into the living room.

Hermione stared after her frowning. "I'm sorry," she said to Draco. He smiled.

"It's not your fault," Draco replied. "She's going to have to talk about it sometime.

And the two of them set off back to work to bring Narcissa back into the world of humans.

A/N: Alright. There you are. Hope you liked it!