A majestic red bird flew around the room as Narcissa stood, looking at the old man. He must have seen her confusion because he smiled and gestured towards the chair parallel to his own. She obeyed, walking slowly forward to the chair and sitting carefully on the edge of it, not quite knowing what to expect. She folded her hands on her lap and looked up at the weary headmaster expectantly. Proffessor Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"Narcissa I'm sure you know the unfortunate events which occured last night." Narcissa nodded and he continued. "I assume you also know of Mr. Snape's.. for lack of better words, emotional state?" Again, Narcissa nodded and looked to the old man, waiting for the reason he brought her here. "Narcissa, when Severus came to me last night and broke down in that chair, he asked me a favour. He asked me to give you this." He held his arm outstreched and Narcissa took the letter.

"Can I, uh, can I ask you something?" Dumbledore smiled warmly at her and nodded, prompting her to continue. "What has happened to the child? The boy, Harry?" The old man sighed and looked at the woman, blue piercing eyes making her feel uncomfortable.

"The boy is with relatives. That is all you need know." The woman nodded, knowing that was all she was getting from the man. He stood and spoke again. "Narcissa, I have some business I need to attend to. You are welcome to stay here and read your letter before you leave."

"You trust me?"

"Dear old Phineas will tell me immediately if you misuse my trust, but yes, I don't think you're a bad person Narcissa." He left the room quietly, before waving around at the portraits, and at Narcissa. Waiting a moment to make sure the old man had left. She then unfolded the parchment and looked down at it.

Narcissa,

Thank you for being there for me. I don't know what I would've done without you. Your kindness means a lot to me Narcissa. Lucius doesn't deserve you, and if you ever need anything in return, I'll be here, at Hogwarts. I haven't forgotten my duties to Draco, and if the moment ever arises when you need help with him, come to me. If Lily Evans taught me anything Narcissa it's that you don't get anywhere by being bitter and putting others down. I can't promise that I won't be bitter, and I won't insult but I can promise you this, I'll look out for you and for Draco. I won't be around for a week or two. I need to clear my head, but I won't be gone forever.

Severus.

Narcissa looked around the room at the bird perching on Dumbledore's desk. She knew the bird was a phoenix. She also knew that a phoenix had healing powers. If only, she thought, if only the bird of flames could cure Severus' pain. Severus was a good man and he loved Lily with all of his heart, and she knew he would never be truly okay again. Taking a quill out of her pocket, she summoned ink and began to scribble on the back of the note. She wrote:

- When the time comes, look out for Harry too.

She refolded the parchment and made her way to where she knew was Severus' office. Kneeling at the door, she pushed the note underneath the door and apparated to Malfoy Manor.

A house elf stood by a chair, which draco sat in and he gurgled as she rushed over and enveloped him in her arms. Not long after she had settled in the chair and Draco was asleep on her lap, her husband sauntered into the room, sitting opposite Narcissa and opened his newspaper.

"They don't know how he did it. However he did, the little brat is going to regret it." He licked his finger as he turned his page. How could he possibly be that heartless? The poor boy had just lost both of his parents. Telling him she was tired, she left the room, putting Draco to bed before she retired to her own room. A pretty golden key sat on the antique dresser which sat beside the door. Narcissa had never felt the need to lock the door to her room at night, the occasional time Lucius came in the night, it was usually to retrieve something and that was rare, he usually just sent a house elf. She knew even if she did lock it, he could still get in with magic, but it was more of a statement. She locked the door and changed into her bedrobes.

Lying comfortably in bed, thoughts swirled around her head. How could her husband have changed from the sweet, affectionate man she had spent her honeymoon with, to this heartless, ignorant excuse for a man? He had hardly spoke to Narcissa since Draco was born, and he never held his son. If Narcissa left them alone together, god forbid, he would summon a house-elf to care for him. He was the one so keen to have a baby, and yet he ignored him almost completely. The child never called for his father, in fact Narcissa would be surprised if Draco even knew he had a father! Good, she thought, Draco deserved better than Lucius. He deserved a father who would cradle him when he cried. He deserved a father who actually aknowledged him. But, then, at least he had a father. Unlike the poor Potter boy, who had nothing. Dumbledore had said he was with relatives. Narcissa knew that James was an only child, and she presumed he wasn't with James' parents. What about on Lily's side? He wouldn't have? No, Severus had spoken of the bitter girl. Dumbledore wouldn't have put a baby with the spiteful old bag would he? No, he had more sense than that. He would have a plan for this kind of thing. His army's numbers were dwindling and he would surely have an action plan in the events of their deaths. He would not carelessly leave a poor, defenceless baby with her. He had more sense than that. She hoped. Wait, why did she hope? She never knew the Potters. It must just be her maternal side, after all, the child was only a month younger than Draco. She just pitied the boy, that was all. Narcissa turned over and closed her eyes, willing sleep to come.

When she woke, Lucius was already sat at the dining table and a house elf had started to feed Draco, not with much success. Sitting as far away from her husband as was possible, Narcissa began nibbling on a slice of dry toast.

"Your bedroom door was locked last night." Seeing his wife nod, he continued. "I didn't come in. I respect your privacy." Again, Narcissa nodded. What else could she do? She couldn't deny locking the door and she shouldn't have to justify herself. She looked up at the man, who was at that particular moment, adding sugar cubes to his tea.

"Lucius, I'm going out later. If it's not too much bother, you should take care of your son. I shouldn't be more than an hour or two." To this he raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Narcissa took this to mean he agreed, and if he didn't, well it was just tough luck. Draco was his son and he needed to take responsibility.

Narcissa excused herself and hurried upstairs to the fireplace in the study. Grabbing some floo powder carelessly, she hopped on to the grate and mumbled. "72 Wisteria Walk," Mrs Figg was the only person she knew in the muggle world with a floo-able fireplace.

Narcissa gathered herself together as she stepped out of the dated fireplace, wiping soot from her velvet dress. She looked around for the elderly woman, but saw no sign of her. Sprawled across the floor was a ginger cat, looking up at her curiously. Narcissa decided to leave before somebody found her and thought her an intruder. Walking briskly through the front gate she glanced around for prying eyes, and after concluding that she was alone, took out her wand. "Point me." Her wand hesitated for a moment before landing on a house not far away. As she began walking in that general direction, the wand pointed right at the door. Not believing her luck, Narcissa quickly returned her wand to her sock before heading towards the door. Knock knock. A tall, sickly looking woman answered the door, holding in her arms a rather red, plump child. That couldn't be him could it?

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Uh- Are you, um, are you Petunia Evans?" She watched as the woman's facial expression went to confusion to shock to anger.

"Dursley. Petunia Dursley. Now what do you want." The woman shifted her weight, adjusting the way she held the baby, no doubt he was heavy. He was twice the size of Draco.

"Were you given- uh, Did Harry come here last night?" She almost dropped the fat load as she eyed Narcissa from head to toe several times.

"Are you here to take the brat back?" She seemed almost excited at the prospect and turned to look at the cupboard under the stairs. Narcissa shook her head and wondered what was in there. Her question was soon answered when a low crying sound filled the air. The boney woman looked alarmed and slammed the door in Narcissa's face. She wasn't actually keeping a child in a cupboard? A baby! How dare she, he was her nephew, she couldn't really feel that strongly against magic that she would hide him away? Narcissa despised the woman and quickly began to understand why Severus had hated her so.

Disclaimer: I own everything.. No, I don't. Would it be on FanFiction if I did? Nope!

More of a filler really, but I'm kinda considering deleting it all together. I'm not really that happy with it and I use too much dialogue. So don't be surprised if it disappears. If I do continue, chapter 9 will probably be Kings Cross, so it'll probably be kind of short.

Anyway, enough of my mad ramblings, review! Bye..