A/n: Well I know I haven't updated this in a while but as I promised, since I put up this chapter be sure to look for an update on one of my other stories as well.

D: I do not own any Harry Potter copyrights.

"Your sister's actions cannot be helped Narcissa, she has charged off like a fool to help a man who is already dead. If I go after her than it will be assumed I am also. . . like them."

"But you are one of them!" Hot tears welled up in her eyes as Narcissa stared with disbelief at her husband. What was wrong with him? She knew he had never shared Bella's faith in the Dark Lord, but was that a reason to abandon her now that he was gone?

Anger flashed briefly in her husband's eyes and his teeth clenched slightly. Slowly and as if the action was not in response to her words, his hands came up and gripped her shoulders tightly. Suddenly fearful, the smaller woman tried to pull away; only to find that the man's grasp had become unmovable.

"Listen closely to me Narcissa," He hissed in a threatening tone, "From this point onwards I have never been associated with them. Those people have not been included in our lives, do you understand?" He shook her harshly when she merely looked away, "Bloody Hell Woman! I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Narcissa jumped and let out a small 'yes', her eyes wide with horror. She began to shiver horribly the moment Lucius released her and took a small step away. When she had regained her composure she looked over at him again, slightly surprised to see the look of guilty regret painted across his features.

"Cissy," He cooed piteously, oozing over to embrace her despite her flinch. "I'm sorry dearest, I truly am, but we cannot help her." The blond woman couldn't help but feel a growing tranquility there, wrapped in his loving arms. Perhaps there truly was nothing they could do.

"Maybe your right," She allowed, smiling hesitantly. "Bella wouldn't want us to do anything reckless," Narcissa frowned as she remembered something else, "She left me her baby, she wouldn't want us to endanger her."

"True, oh so very true." Her husband murmured, moving his soft lips to where they could press and nibble against her neck. "Do it for the child, if we're caught then she will be homeless, our child will be homeless."

She nodded robotically, finding it much harder to concentrate now that Lucius had begun to use his tongue as well. "She was never named Lucius, if Bella never returns, we should name her."

One of his hands had begun to unfasten the ties of her robes, she could feel his smile pressing against her skin. "You chose," Came the seductive whisper, "She will practically be yours after all."

This time she smiled genuine, barely noticing that she was being led to the bedroom. "Violet," She whispered happily. "I have always dreamt of my little girl named Violet."

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One of the manor's many maids answered the door when the aurors came, her eyes wide as several important looking wizards looked down on her from the parlor's grand entryway.

"Is the lady of the house available?" A man near the front questioned politely, his position telling the old witch that he was the leader of this little group.

"She has just began some important business," She relayed tartly, barely repressing a snort at the mention of the 'business' Narcissa Malfoy was currently enjoying.

The man shifted slightly and a look of suppressed annoyance flooded across his face, "Is there a chance we may take priority?"

The woman thought for a moment before deciding to tell the man what she knew was the honest truth, "No." Seeing this as the end of the conversation, she moved to close the door, frowning when a highly polished shoe prevented her from completing this task.

"If that's the case, may I insist we wait until she is done?" The man pressed, only wincing slightly as the witch slammed the door into his foot a couple more times.

"Oh I guess," She finally sighed, realizing this persistent man would not go away unless he was given what he wanted. "You might have to wait a while though."

The wizard's polite smile turned victorious as the maid beckoned him and his companions into a small lobby off to the side of the main parlor.

"Wait here," She commanded, "I'll get someone to bring some tea."

"Get someone!" The man scoffed after she had left, positioning himself in a cushioned armchair, "The lazy bat won't even get it herself!"

Most of his fellow wizards just laughed alongside him but one of them, a heavily scarred auror by the name of Moody, decided to be different.

"Shut it Crouch you prude! I'd shirk you off to someone else too if I could help it, 'specially if you waltzed into my house like you bloody owned the place."

Before Crouch could do more than flush brilliantly and stiffen a bit, a prettier made floated in with a toddler on one arm and a baby on the other. She was so consumed in the baby talk that she didn't initially notice that she wasn't alone.

"That's right Dracey Wakey! This is your itty bitty cousin! You will luuuv her and she will luuv yo-" She stopped suddenly as she suddenly realized that the room was filled with strange men. If possible, her face grew even redder than Crouch's had.

Everyone either looked outright stunned or like they were about to succumb to fits of laughter. The only unfazed one was Moody, he merely looked curious as he gazed at the dark haired baby in the girl's arms.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I thought this was empty!" She spluttered frantically, her cheeks now scarlet. "Um. . . well. . . Bye-"

"Wait a darn minute!" She, with the rest of the aurors, turned towards Moody.

"Y-yes?" The poor girl looked petrified; she couldn't be blamed though, the look on Moody's face was indeed terrifying.

"Did you say that child was the young Malfoy's cousin?"

"Now wait a minute hear Alastor, that really doesn't matter-"

"Shut it Crouch!" The scarred man hissed venomiously before rounding back on the maid, "Answer the question, if you please."

"Yes," The girl stated, more sure of herself, "She's a Lestrange, though she doesn't have a name yet. 'Was only born yesterday."

Mad Moody frowned and looked at the babe once more, his expression strangely enough turning to one that could only be described as pity.

"Interesting."