I felt the bed shift, and I knew Draco had gotten up. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. 1:07 A.M.

I sighed. When Draco had something on his mind that he was worried about, he woke up about this time. He would leave the room and begin pacing, trying to solve the problem. Then I would find him and try to help. Most times, we worked out the problem together. Sometimes, though, he felt he needed to solve it on his own. Which is, of course, completely stupid. That was where most of our arguments happened. I wanted to help, but he felt it was a duty to solve it on his own. I could never stay mad at him for it though. He always has good intentions.

I scan the room for him and I spot him on the balcony, staring up at the moon. I stand up and walk up to him. He can't see me, but he knows I'm there.

"Draco, what's wrong?" I asked him.

He exhales. "On the phone, I told you I went to see my father." I waited for him to say more, but he didn't.

"Yes. What happened?"

"I got there, and they told me he had escaped."

I gasped. "Do they know how?" I asked.

"They aren't 100% certain, but they think he was an unregistered animagus. They're basing it on what happened with Sirius Black."

"But why would he choose to escape now? What about the last eight years he has been there?" I asked.

"They also think he managed to teach himself how to change into one while he was there. He had to have a lot of concentration to do that. You know that the Ministry cut back rapidly on the use of the Dementors, so he probably was able to get the concentration he needed."

"He must have wanted out for something, right? What do you think he's going to do?" I asked. He would know his father the best.

He sighed and turned to me. He looked heartbroken and scared, but he also looked determined.

"Do you remember the argument we had about a year ago? I left and when I came back, you told me you were pregnant with Cassi." He said.

As a matter of fact, I did remember. It was one of the worst. We were actually arguing about Lucius. I thought I had gotten through to him slightly. I thought that if we kept going to see him, he might get better. I wanted my children to meet at least one of their grandfathers. Draco felt differently. He told me his father would never change. He said it was too dangerous for Scorpius and me to be there.

Anyway, Draco left, and I knew he just needed to cool off. One of us always did, so we would go for a walk or something like that. He was gone for the rest of the night.

I woke up that morning with a bout of morning sickness I ran through the living room to the bathroom. Draco had been sleeping on the couch and woke up when I barreled through. He followed me in and cautiously asked what was wrong, not sure if I was still upset with him.

I had smiled weakly before replying, "I meant to tell you last night, but I didn't really get the chance. I'm pregnant." Then I gracefully threw up again.

When I had finished, I stood up and stared at him. His face was blank, and he was looking for because he broke into a grin and hugged me.

We talked about our fight and came to an agreement. We haven't had a real fight since then. Spats and bickering, yes. But not any actual arguments.

"Yes. I remember, but what does that have to do with him actually getting out?" I asked him.

"I went to see him that night. I was trying to see if I could see that small difference you had seen." Draco's eyes looked far away. "I could show you in the Pensieve if you'd like. Or I can just explain it."

"Showing me would be easier." I answered.

He walked over to the Pensieve and placed the memory in it. He turned back to me.

"I'll wait here for you. I went in the Pensieve already, before you woke up." He told me.

I nodded and walked over to him. I stared at him for a moment before bending down and touching my nose to the icy, blue mist.

I landed just inside the gates of Azkaban. A man Ina green cloak was walking away from me, toward the prison. I knew this was Draco, so I followed him. He was being led to his father.

We walked in the huge front doors after Draco passed the security test. Then we were led down hallways and up stairs. Many of the cells were just bars, so we could see inside. It was still fairly dark in them. People stuck walked by, trying to get a hold of him. He maneuvered gracefully out of their reach.

The majority if the people in the cells were laying huddled in a corner. Theses are the prisoners that have been here the longest. These are the prisoners that have gotten the Dementor's kiss. These are the prisoners that have given up hope.

We continued walking. When we got to the cell that Lucius was in, we stopped. The guard unlocked the door and let Draco in. I slipped in behind him before the door closed.

"Show me you can change and I can forgive you." I heard Draco mutter under his breath. Then, louder, he said, "Lumos Maxima." The room lit up. I could see Lucius sitting in a corner with a shabby blanket on his shoulders. He had a far away look in his eyes and didn't know Draco was here.

"Father." Draco said.

Lucius flinched. Then he looked up to Draco. He gave Draco an evil-looking grin.

"I knew you would come back. And you don't have the Mudblood or her little brat." Lucius said.

I looked to Draco. He looked like he might explode, but he replied calmly. It surprised me.

"Excuse me, but that is my family you are talking about. I would appreciate it if you would not speak of them in such a manner."

"No, my son. She has led you to believe that. Do you not remember? You once believed that Mudbloods were beneath us, especially her. You couldn't bare the thought of touching one. It could not have been so simple to change. She slipped you something like Amortentia. She wanted revenge on you, and all the Malfoy's. She thinks she's teaching us a lesson." His father spat.

Draco chuckled somewhat darkly. "I'm fairly certain that if she still hated me and wanted revenge, that she wouldn't have gotten pregnant with my kid."

"Don't you see, boy? She is tainting the Malfoy line. It was not long ago that you had the same beliefs as me. Where did they all go?" Lucius asked.

"They were never there. Everything bad I have ever done was an act, or rebellion of course. I wanted your approval, but I never got it. Now that you're here, and I'm not, I can be the person I have always wanted to be. Hermione has helped me with that. All those times you thought you were beating your beliefs into me, I was thinking about how much I hated you.

"I came down here to see if you could change. My wife and I just had an argument over the matter. Guess who thinks you could? Not me. I know that nothing could ever change you. A Dementor could try to kiss you, but they wouldn't have much luck. You don't have a soul." Draco finished, and began backing towards the door.

"Just know this, my boy. I will save you. One day I will be out of here. One day I will get rid of them, and you'll be free of this curse that has blinded you so."

Draco has already out the door. I began to follow him, wondering if there was more to the memory. As if on cue, I left the Pensieve.

I sat with my back against my bedroom wall. What are we going to do? My deranged father-in-law is planning to dispose of me and my children. Which probably means he's going to try killing us in a deranged way. After we are gone, what would he do with Draco and Narcissa?

Draco was back on the balcony, watching the sun begin to rise. I walked out to him and stood beside him. He put his arm around my shoulder. It was a silent agreement that we would just watch the sun rise together before talking.

It was nice. We hadn't watched the sunrise since we were dating. The colors were beautiful. The view we amazing. We could see the colorful reflections off the highest buildings. When the sky began to turn blue, I looked at Draco. He looked back.

"What are we going to do?" I asked the question that was the most prominent in my mind at the moment.

"We're going to the Potters in a little while. We are going to tell them what is going on. We will find a safe place for you, the children, and Mother. I'm sure you could stay there, or maybe even at Blaise's." he told me.

"And you? What do you think you're going to be doing, if I let you?" I asked, suddenly suspicious.

"It's not an option, Hermione. I'm going with the Aurors to help them find him. I know him the best. I have to go with them. You can't stop me." He told me.

I pursed my lips. Of course this was true. I could still try though, right?

"But you need to stay with us. What if he caught you? And you need to keep us all safe. I mean, isn't one of your favorite muggle sayings, 'If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself?'" I tried.

"He won't catch me because I'll be with a bunch of Aurors. And that is one if my favorite sayings. If I want my father caught, I need to do it." He answered.

Shoot. I didn't think of it in that perspective. Next tactic: pleading. If that doesn't work, then form the tears. And it THAT doesn't work (which it rarely doesn't) then he wins. Sometimes, I need these tactics so that I can get him to let me help. This is how I won some of our arguments. It might seem a little manipulative, but I don't want him getting hurt.

I looked at Draco. His face was completely blank. I questioned for a moment if he had even heard me. Then he spoke.

"No, Hermione." He said. His voice as monotonous. He refused to look at me.

Alright. This was my last shot. Usually, he's breaking by now, but he seemed pretty set on this one. I felt the tears start to flow, so I knew I was ready for my last shot. I discreetly tried to maneuver myself I front of him. If I could get him to look me in the eyes, I could win. Or so I thought.

He looks at me. What I saw, really made me want to cry. His eyes were a cold, stone-hard gray. It was frightening.

"Hermione. I said no. I can't take the chance that when he finds me, he'll find you too. And he will find me and try to talk to me again before he uses force. You might not see my logic, but it all works out in my head. You won't be stopping me. And the Potters will agree. You know it." He told me.

I sighed. I did know it, but that doesn't mean I like it! I refused to look at him, in fear they I might see his eyes again. I had settled on a point past his shoulder. He wouldn't have that though.

He spoke softly now. "Hermione, look at me."

I shook my head and the tears started to come back. He put a finger under my chin and turned my head to look at him. I kept my eyes away from him though.

"Please, 'Mione?" He whispered.

I looked. I mean, how could someone not? Especially when that person speaks to you like that! His eyes were soft. Back to how they should be. He just stared at me a moment broke speaking.

"You know I'm not trying to leave all of you. Right? You know that I would never do that, and that I love you all more than anything. Right?" He asked, still holding my chin up.

I nodded. Of course I knew that!

"And you know that I have to do this so that we can all be safe. Yes?" He asked.

I nodded again. This time he pulled me into a hug, which is where I really started crying.

"You might be upset with me right now, 'Mione, but I'm going to fix this. Once this is over, things will go back to normal. I promise. Okay?" He said, still looking at me.

I let out something between a sob and a chuckle before speaking.

"I don't think my life has been properly normal since I got my letter to Hogwarts."

Draco chuckled and replied, "Very true, Love. Very true."