When I woke up in the morning, I never imagined that anything could bring me down. I was on top of the world. That is, until I was walking to Draco's room and found him standing half naked in the doorway of Pansy's room, snogging the hell out of her.

She was giggling and touching him all over. When they broke their lips apart, she lay her head on his chest and hugged him, looking over at me and grinning evilly. "Oops. Sorry Priestly," she spat. "I guess you just weren't woman enough to keep him satisfied. He's always going to have needs, and it looks like you can't fulfill them. So he came right back to me."

Everything inside of me died, and I felt hatred, and anger, boiling to the surface as I stood there, gobsmacked, watching that cow run her hands all over my boyfriend.

She smirked at me more, moving her finger and I saw the glittering diamond back on her finger.

"We're getting married as soon as possible, Layla. We don't want anything to interrupt us again, now do we, Dray?" she cooed. He grinned and shook his head.

I was horrified, trying to fight back tears, choking on the breath that wouldn't come out of my lungs.

"D-Draco? Draco, baby..." I said, almost pleading, to him.

He looked at me, confusion all over his face. "What are you talking about?" He got a stupid, dopy grin on his face as he gazed down at the ugly bitch in his arms. "Pansy is my only baby..."

I stared at him, then turned to glare at Pansy. "You bitch..." I growled.

Draco frowned at me. "Hey, shut up!"

"Draco, don't you ever speak to me again! We are over! I want you out of my life!" I screamed at him.

He just shrugged like to never see me again meant nothing to him. "Alright."

I screamed and turned away, running from where there were, gasping and choking on my tears. It felt like someone had just reached into my heart and ripped out my heart and lungs. I thought I was going to suffocate because I couldn't breathe.

I ran to Bella's room, pounding on the door until she opened it, and I fell in, falling into her arms, crying.

She held me. "What happened, love? What did he do?" she asked, as if she knew.

"He's back with her! He's with that cow!" I screamed, hysterical. "I called him baby and he looked at me like I was a one-eyed, one-horned, flying, purple, people eater!" I cried. "Like he had never seen me before in his life! And then he said that that Parkinson wench was his only baby!"

She held me tight, stroking my back. "Shh..."

"I want to go home! I want to go back to my mom!" I cried as I sobbed and shook in her arms.

Bella gripped me tighter, as if she intended to never let me go again. "We'll get him back, Laylie.." she cooed, trying to use my pet name to calm me down.

"I WANT TO KILL HIM! Not get him back! I never want to see him again! I never want him in my life again!"

Bella sighed, exasperated. "I'll talk to you father," she told me, making me sit on her bed and handing me a tissue.

"When he dies," I said, my body going numb, "I want to be there. I want to do it. And I won't use magic." My body was shaking and trembling all over, my violent streak flaring.

"Stay here," she pleaded. "I need to talk to your father." She kissed my forehead and ran from the room to find him.

I sat on the bed, thinking of the most painful way to kill him and make him suffer for what he did to me.

I could just cut his heart out, but that was too much of a cliché. There was decapitation, but that was too fast. Disembowelment could work, but I worried that he might survive something like that. I had finally settled on the good old fashioned sticking him on pike when Bella came back into her room.

"Your father wants to see you," she told me when she came in and found me pacing and biting my nails.

I blew past her, storming down the steps to Father's study. "I hope he's talking to me about how that asshole is going to be torn limb from limb," I hissed to Bella, who was following closely in my wake.

I threw open the doors to Father's study and bowed before him, still seething mad.

Bella came in behind me. "Do you want me to stay here, M'Lord, or should I wait outside?"

"I think it is best that you stay, Bella."

I heard her move to a bow and come around me, sitting beside his desk. I looked at them both. They were acting...odd to say the least.

"Layla, my child, you should sit. I want to talk to you about your mother."

I looked at him funny. How did my mother play in to all of this mess? I was here because I wanted Draco's head on a sliver fucking platter, and he wants to talk about my mom? But I guess he is the Dark Lord, and I couldn't argue with him, so I nodded and sat on the chair in front of his desk. "Well, what is it then?"

"Layla, the woman that raised you is dead."

I stared at him. "Wh...what?"

"She's dead."

"How? What happened?" I never liked the woman a lot, but she was my mother for Merlin's sake...

Father sighed. "I killed her. She was of no use to me anymore now that you are here with me."

My eyes got huge. "What? You said that you loved her!" I was on my feet, even more anger coursing through me.

He looked at me and shook his head. "No, child. I said that I loved your mother. That woman was not your mother. She was nothing more than a brain-washed pawn that I used to take care of you and to keep you safe. To bring you up the proper way."

For the second time that day, I was gobsmacked. "I...I don't understand."

"Your real mother, the woman who gave birth to you, and loved you, and my wife, is still alive."

I started to breath a little faster. "M-My real mother? No! I don't believe you! Even Lucius called her the Dark Lady! He called her Mrs. Riddle!"

Bella looked at me. "No, sweetheart. It was to keep her from regaining her memory, and to keep you safe..." She sat up on the desk beside my father and I stared at them, knowing what had to be coming. "Jesus Christ..." I muttered as I saw it.

Father looked up at Bella and placed his hand on top of hers. "Bellatrix is your mother."

I almost passed out from shock, and sank back into the chair as I stared at them. Why hadn't I seen it before. I had Bella's hair, I had her love and devotion for my father, I had her insane, obsessive drive...

"Bella?" I said softly as I looked up at the woman who I'd always called "Aunt." "Is...is that why you came to see me so much? Because I was yours?"

She nodded at me, getting up and coming over to me, her eyes a little wet.

"I...I'm yours?"

She nodded again and I ran to her, hugging her tight, not ever wanting to let her go again. "I knew it..." I whispered, holding her. "I knew I could never have been that woman's daughter!"

Bella just held me, stroking my hair. "Oh, my sweet little angel. How I missed so much of your life..."

"It's alright..." I told her over and over. "You were there for enough of it."

"We wanted to protect you... so no one who was against your father could hurt you. And so you would be raised properly..." Bella faltered some and I looked up at her.

I could tell there was something else. "What? What else are you hiding from me?"

"You...Layla, you have a sister?"

I stared between her and my father. "What?"

Bella nodded. "An older sister. Her name is Verity. She goes to Hogwarts, and she is completely messed up. We failed in bringing her up. We thought that Lucius and Narcissa could do it...but something went wrong...we were all hoping that she would be in Slytherin at least, but no, the damn girl went and ended herself up in Hufflepuff."

"What the hell is a Hufflepuff?" I said confused. I knew a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, but I didn't know much else."

Bella smiled some. "We wanted to keep you away from sympathizers and muggle-borns, and bring you up the propper way, away from here, away from the wars... and that was the only way we could thing of to do it."

"It's okay," I told them seriously. "I would have done the same if I were you..." I loosened my grip on Bella and looked at Father. "I'm glad I know now... Thank you for telling me..." I leaned on Bel-my mum. "This family reunion still doesn't solve the problem of the cheating bastard," I said, finally remembering why we were gathered in the first place.

Father nodded at me. "He is going to die."

"I want to do it. The Parkinson girl too. Let me have my revenge," I growled.

He smirked at me, a look that seemed almost proud. "Of course, darling. They are yours."

I bowed my head. "Thank you. I'm going to let him have his fun for now."

He nodded at me. I went to him and hugged him quickly, then turned back to Mum and walked out with her.

She looked down at me. "As your mother, I do have to ask you something. Didn't you say that Draco was confused when you called him baby?"

"Yes. He acted like he had never seen me before."

She stopped me and turned to look at me. "Draco is a lot of things, including an ass. When he tried to make you jealous the last time, he wasn't acting like anything else other than his pompous bastard self. He didn't act confused. He knew what he was doing, and he wanted you to know that he knew it. He wouldn't change and do that now, and he certainly wouldn't act like he didn't know who you were. He would have rubbed it in your face and been a git about it. Think about it, Layla."

I sighed. "Look, just because he's your nephew-" I stopped. "Wait. He's your nephew. I'm your daughter." I covered my mouth. "HOLY FUCK I SLEPT WITH MY COUSIN!" I screamed.

Bella looked at me and started to laugh.

"It's not funny! That's not right!"

She calmed down some. "Darling, how else do you think we keep the bloodlines pure? You marry cousins, and the like. Otherwise, there would be none of us left. Besides, my sister was adopted because my mother and her mother were good friends at Hogwarts and when Narcissa's family died, my Mum took her in. Why else do you think she's blonde? Draco is not biologically your cousin..."

I shuttered some. "Thank Merlin. But it's still weird." I sighed a little as I looked down. "And he's still going to die."

Mum sighed, sort of dejected. "Please, just make sure it really is her that he wants..."

"He does really want her," I said moodily."

"Just make sure." I growled some, and she pulled me to her, kissing my head. "Go."

"Wait!" I whined some. "How am I supposed to find it out?"

She smirked at me. "Figure it out, love. You're the Dark Lord's daughter!"

I groaned as she turned to go back to Father and I smacked my hand to the wall. How the hell was I supposed to do this?

I stomped back to my room and flopped on my bed.

I heard a small hiss from my post and sat straight up. "BO!" I screamed with joy, having never been so happy to see him in all my life.

He stared at me. "Yeeesss?" he drawled, looking scared.
"I need you to do something for me!"

"When don't you?"

"Shut up. I ned you to spy for me."

"On Draco?"

"On Pansy."

"Alright. What exactly am I looking for?"

"Anything."

"Specific," he hissed, but unwound off of my post and slipped off to her room.

I sat on my bed, biting at my nails, which was really a bad habit when my nerves acted up.

It was a good hour later or more when I heard Bo coming back into my room. I jumped up and grabbed him, searching his eyes for an answer. "Well?" I demanded. "What did you find?"