Chapter forty-two.
Robin and Evangeline cooed over their fourteen month old daughter. Although their older daughter, Amelia, hadn't inherited Robin's Fae-like tendencies, Amelia still loved the little girl, being especially proud when she was finally allowed to baby-sit her.
Little Alice kicked and gurgled at her smiling parents as they tickled her feet. They were interrupted when an International Emergency Floo call came through, the fire in their cosy cottage in New Zealand flaring green as a worried head came through.
"Robin! Evangeline!"
"Lucius! What's wrong?"
"It's Cissa! I think someone's put a curse on her! I need your help!"
"I'll be right over.' Robin said. Lucius nodded worriedly and withdrew his head. He turned around to see Evangeline glaring at him and Alice staring from her arms. He sighed and tugged her into his arms, "I can't let you come with me; someone has to look after Alice." He whispered into her hair.
Evangeline sighed, "I know, you'd better hurry though, or Lucius will have your head."
Robin smirked and kissed the top of Evangeline's head and tickled Alice's tummy. Alice gurgled and grabbed her dad's thumb and he smiled, "Bye sweetie."
Robin walked out into the cool New Zealand night air and beyond the wards, where he disapparated to Malfoy Manor, England. Being a world-class curse-breaker had its perks.
Like all Australians and New Zealanders, as soon as he'd turned 17 he'd gotten an International Apparation Licence, mostly because most of the Wizarding World existed overseas. But every witch and wizard still had to go through Customs, to make sure nothing illegal or any Dark Arts got through.
Being an International Renowned Curse Breaker meant he could by-pass all Customs and attend emergencies...like this one.
Evangeline walked around the lounge room, bouncing an unhappy Alice in her arms and Amelia walked in through the front door.
"Mum! Dad! I'm home - Mum? What's wrong?"
Evangeline sighed, "Your father had to go over to England to help break a curse on Aunty Cissa."
Amelia frowned, "Has she had her baby yet?"
Evangeline pursed her lips and sighed, "No."
Amelia looked worried, "Do you want me to look after Alice? You can help Dad and Aunty Cissa…"
Evangeline smiled uncertainly at the 17 year old, who had just recently gotten her Apparation Licence and International Apparation Licence... but still...
"I don't know Amy… She's a lot of work…"
Amelia grinned, knowing she had already won the argument, "Nah, she'll be right mum! I'll look after the little mongrel!"
Evangeline laughed and shook her head, "Okay, but I swear, when I get my hands on your father for teaching you that word in relevance to a baby…"
"Oh, it wasn't Dad, it was Uncle Sirius!"
She narrowed her eyes, "Him too then."
A baby Alice was deposited into a smiling Amelia's arms as Evangeline hurried out to help her favourite, albeit fairly distant, cousin have her first baby.
Amelia cooed at a large eyed Alice who kicked and gurgled happily in response, "Come on baby, let's go have some milo! Yes, you like milo don't you? Yes you do!"
Evangeline entered Malfoy Manor at a run, as she could already hear her cousin's screams. A house elf appeared and grabbed Evangeline's hand before disapparating her to Narcissa's room.
Narcissa was on her bed crying in pain and Evangeline rushed to her side soothing her brow as she clutched at her hands.
Narcissa turned her head to her, "Evey… I know I'm not in labour…My water hasn't broken yet… But why does it hurt so much?"
"Shh, honey, shhh. It'll be alright."
Robin was quickly mixing a salve by her bedside and Lucius anxiously poked his head through the ajar in the door.
"What's happening? Is she going to be alright?"
"Shh Devil, I'm trying to work!" Robin waved a hand at him, frowning.
"Well, work faster Puck! My wife is in pain!" and with that, Narcissa's husband firmly closed the door and went back to pacing the hall.
The salve finally finished, Robin spread it over Narcissa's exposed, heavily pregnant stomach, before muttering a charm; making his hands glow a soft yellow.
Evangeline looked up, saw what he was doing and gasped in horror, "No! Robin! Don't do this!"
He looked at her grimly, "It's the only way, and you know it. At least you'll be able to look after our girls."
Evangeline started to cry and Narcissa, her voice hoarse from yelling, whispered up to her panicking, "What is it?"
As Evangeline tried to sooth the panicked woman, a soft glow came from the fireplace and out stepped a tall, elegant woman, with shining green wings. "Go on Puck,' the woman whispered, 'Save your wife's cousin and her babe."
Robin glared at her, "I intend to, Moth."
Moth sighed and looked at her nails, "All of this pain and torture could've been prevented if you'd only married me."
Robin ignored her and concentrated on Narcissa's stomach. He carefully placed his hands on it and started to chant under his breath. Soft tendrils of his yellow magic curled under his palms, through Narcissa's stomach and settled within the babe she bore. It must've made the pain lessen as Narcissa let out a relieved sigh.
Moth smirked triumphantly at him as he started to sway unsteadily and, with a cry, Evangeline rushed to his side. Taking a deep breath, she started to chant along with him, her red magic curling with his to make it, and him, stronger as Moth's smirk grew bigger.
As they continued their spell, Narcissa barely knew what was going on, her eyes were closed as she focused on keeping the baby that had taken her and Lucius so long to get.
Slowly, Robin and Evangeline's muggle based clothes disappeared and in its place royal Fae robes appeared and Moth leaned forward eagerly as she saw the Heir crown appear on Robin's head.
Soon Narcissa's breathing was no longer laboured as the pain went away. She opened her eyes just in time to see her cousin and her cousin's husband collapse. She looked up to see a strange woman in the room with her. With Narcissa shrieking loudly at the intruder, Lucius tried to break down the door, but was unable, due to the Anti-theft charms he had placed heavily around the room and forgotten about when he had closed the door. Moth ignored her and stalked forward to where Robin lay, her hand reaching for the crown.
At that moment in time, the wards warped as Amelia apparated directly into the room.
"Sorry Mum, Dad, but Alice - " She began, her eyes on the bundle, but gasped when she saw Moth.
"Aunty Moth?"
Moth sneered at her, "Hello you Fae-less Witch. How did you get here?"
Amelia sniped back, wand out and pointed at the enraged Fae, at the same time gently placing the baby on the ground, "You should know we learn more than one type of magic at the Academy. What are you doing here?"
"Making myself a Queen."
"Oh yeah? How you're going to do that? Dad's the Heir."
During all this, Moth didn't move towards the fallen Faes. An enraged Half Fae, even if she didn't possess Fae powers, was still someone to not be taken lightly.
Narcissa stayed quiet, exhausted, but was breathing heavily as she realised her water had just broken.
Moth sneered, her eyes on Amelia's wand, "As soon as I take care of you, I just have to put on the crown. That instantly makes me the Heir."
Amelia looked over Moth's shoulders and her eyes widened as she gasped quickly. Moth took that moment of distraction to quickly disarm the Half-Fae witch.
Triumphant, Moth spun around to see… A little baby Alice, giggling by her dad's head as she played with his crown; putting it on her head, so that it fell down to her shoulders so she could suckle the cool metal.
Moth shrieked with rage and pointed Amelia's disarmed wand at the baby. Ignoring Amelia's cry, she cast hex after hex at the baby, already knowing that none would take affect as the crown protected its Heir.
Amelia jumped onto the back of the enraged Fae to try to wrestle the wand out the muggle way… The only way she knew the Fae wouldn't be able to defend herself with.
They were still struggling when they were both encased within a bright, white light, that separated them.
Amelia's Grandmother and Grandfather stepped out of the fireplace.
King Oberon and Queen Titania, Royalty of the Faes and Leaders of the Underground and its High Court.
In a short matter of time, Moth was banished and Amelia and Alice's parents were taken to the Underground for a three day recovery; because luckily, the curse hadn't been enough to kill them.
Unfortunately for Amelia and Alice though, the days in the Underground differ greatly from day to day, than for the Aboveground. Three days could mean three minutes, three weeks, three years… or three decades. Not all necessarily in threes, but still… They would never know when Robin and Evangeline would return.
So Amelia helped raise Alice as she went from country to country after her graduation, visiting relatives, friends and working. And each year the whole family and all their friends would gather for Christmas at someone's place, in a different country each time.
Soon after Titania and Oberon said a sad farewell to their grandchildren, never really explaining how they knew to come, Narcissa began to shriek for Lucius as their baby began to crown.
Soon, a baby Draco was born, with the powers of one of the most famous Faes ever and his wife born within him too…