A/N Fun fact: It has been 119 days since I published chapter one. It has felt much much shorter than that...

Disclaimer: Honestly, just see chapter one, but if you're lazy like me, I do not own Harry Potter.

"She's a month old now, correct?" Druella asked, never taking her eyes off of the baby, who, by now, was fast asleep on the floor.

"Yes, but she has spent a little too much time for my liking with her Muggle grandparents. Almost every day so far."

Druella grimaced. "Keep her away from that kind. They are a completely different breed from us. They're not worth her time."

"I'm glad you contacted me. It'd be great for her to be around magical people. I've tried to add as much magic as I can to the home, but with all sorts of Muggles coming in and out, I fear there isn't much I can do."

"Well, your father and I will gladly take her whenever need be." She cooed, still not looking up from Dora.

"Where did father go anyway?" Andromeda asked. Only moments ago her father had left immediately to his study, not before planting a kiss on his granddaughter's head, of course.

"Probably some business to settle. Nothing important. Now, how about I watch Dora, and you can go do something or other. Why not visit Rabastan?"

Andromeda shrugged. "Are you sure?"

Druella nodded enthusiastically. "I want to spend some quality time with her." She tickled Dora's stomach gently, not wanting to awaken her.

"Well," She sighed. Andromeda had wanted to spend some time with her parents, or even ask how the Dark Lord was fairing. Of course, seeing Rabastan was quite a tempting offer. She'd love to show him some pictures of Dora. He'd love that. "Alright. Well, uh, here's her nappies," She handed the bag to her mother, "And her bottles and toys. If you've any trouble with her, let me know."

"Can we keep her overnight?"

"We'll see. Ted didn't even want me to come today, but I'll ask." She turned on her foot and began to walk towards the door.

"Andromeda," Druella spoke up, causing Andromeda to turn to face her mother, who was finally looking up from the baby. "Don't let him control you. I raised you better than that."

Andromeda smirked and apparated away.

"Now that mummy's gone, we can have lots of funny. What do you want to do with grandma?" A noise erupted from Dora's stomach, and she opened her eyes. Her lip quivered for a moment before she let out a loud wail.

"Oh, come here little one." Druella picked up her granddaughter and felt her bottom to discover that her nappy was a little mushy. "Ah." She frowned. Grabbing the bag of nappies, Druella's face shriveled up in disgust. She was never one to change nappies, even with her own children.

"Skedaddle!" She shouted. A figure came out of the shadows wearing only an old ratty-looking towel. The veins in his hands and down the length of his arms were protruding terribly, and he seemed to have a bit of a cough.

"Mistress?" He shrieked, his voice sounding irritatingly dry. Skedaddle bowed as low as his physical state would allow him. "Skedaddle is present."

"I trust you to take care of this child," She spoke coldly. "For if there is a hair on her head harmed, I'll have your head stuffed on a wall faster than you can say 'Mistress'." She snarled. "Understood?"

Nodding frantically, he took the child into his arms. "Skedaddle shall do as Mistress asks of him. He promises." Skedaddle bowed again and hurried himself into the kitchen.

"Where's Dora?"

Druella looked to her right to see her husband standing in the doorway.

"I've just finished my work. Just a little business that needed settled for the Ministry. Now," He clapped his hands together as he stepped closer to her. "Where's our granddaughter?" He asked, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Druella smiled. "Skedaddle is changing her nappy. I've no patience for such things."

"Eh, you never did." He shrugged.

"Mistress! Master!" Skedaddle hurried back into the room with the baby in his arms. "Here you are. Skedaddle has done what mistress asked of him." He placed the baby into her arms again, bowed to the both of them, and took off in the same direction he came from.

"Is she alright?" He asked concerned.

"Yes, whether you want to believe it or not, Skedaddle is an incredibly loyal servant. He'd never hurt a member of the House of Black." Druella dropped herself on the couch gently as she supported Dora's head.

Cygnus laughed. "You never gave any of our children that kind of attention."

"Yes, well, this isn't our child, is it? You can give it back when it gets fussy. Or in our case, to the House Elf. I asked Andromeda if she could stay overnight." She said, tickling her chin.

"You're unbelievable." He glanced over Druella's shoulder to take in his granddaughter. "She's beautiful.".

"My, my, my. I know I haven't come over for tea in quite a while, but it hasn't been that long, has it?" Cygnus and Druella looked up to see their youngest daughter, Narcissa, in the threshold of the drawing room. "That wouldn't happen to be another sister of mine, would it?" She asked, coming closer.

"No, it's not ours." Cygnus rolled his eyes.

"Well, I was just asking." She smiled gently, "I've been trying to convince Lucius to start trying for a baby, but he says it's too soon. Something about ruining the honeymoon... I would love to have a baby girl."

"No you wouldn't. Once you have a healthy boy, you can have as many girls as you'd like. Heir first." Cygnus scolded. Narcissa smiled and peeked at the baby.

"So, what's her name?" She asked. Druella glanced over at Cygnus worriedly. No doubt she knew the name of her niece, the family had been all over the Daily Prophet. It was a wonder to Druella that she hadn't spotted her bright pink hair yet. Of course, she couldn't lie to her daughter. Druella might not have been the best mother, but she would 'never' lie to one of her children. She had always been straight forward with them.

"Nymphadora." She spoke quietly. Cygnus looked shocked, not quite believing what his wife just revealed to their daughter. Narcissa's mouth was agape and her eyes wide. She swallowed and itched the back of her neck.

"Is that-?" She pointed towards the moving bundle deep within the blanket.

Druella nodded. "Yes. Yes, it is."

Dora picked up her head a few inches enough for Narcissa to see. She gasped audibly.

"So it's true? She's a-?"

Dora reached out a chubby arm towards Narcissa. She grabbed a few strands of her hair and pulled lightly. Narcissa looked slightly frightened. "Honey, let go."

Dora gazed right back at Narcissa and immediately let go. She narrowed her eyes in concentration, and her hair turned the same white-blonde color as Narcissa's. They gasped. Dora began to giggle at their reactions and stretched her arms out towards Narcissa.

"She wants you to hold her." Cygnus smiled. Narcissa glanced at both of her parents, as if asking for permission. She took her gently in her arms and sat next to her mother.

"So your my little niece." She tittered gleefully. Dora made a noise in the back of her throat as a response, and Narcissa erupted into a fit of giggles. "Sweet Salazar! I'm in love!" She cooed.

"Heh. How pathetic." Bellatrix smirked, holding the Daily Prophet in her hands. "Andromeda named her kid Nymphadora. Only she would name her child something that sounds like nymphomaniac. Stupid slut."

Rodolphus chuckled. "Nymphadora? I guess old habits really do die hard. Although, that has to be one of the worst Pureblood names ever created."

"Says here they call it Dora." She flicked the paper with her nails. "Disgusting."

"Bella, you're not fooling anyone."

"Whatever do you mean?" She asked sarcastically.

"You know as well as I do that you're practically in love with that child. It's all you ever talk about anymore. Admit it."

"I won't admit anything, Rod. This 'thing' taints my family tree. I swear that I will kill it someday." She spoke harshly.

Rod shook his head and sighed. "You can admit it. She's family."

"Rod, how about you shut your fucking mouth this time?"

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