Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommend both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.

This story takes place after the war

"I don't know if this was the best way to go about this, Luke," Lucius began, "She didn't take it very well."

Lucas Kendall nodded in affirmation, he knew his daughter - even though she had been adopted into his family all those years ago when she had been nothing more than a pink, chubby, wailing infant, he still believed her to be his flesh and blood - wasn't going to have taken this situation of theirs happily, but he had hoped that she would have at least heard them out. He knew that he could have done more than just glare at the table, but he couldn't bear the thought of her looking at him with her doe-like, blue eyes, filled with betrayal and confusion. He wanted to be strong for her, but she had wrapped herself so far into his heart, he couldn't stomach disappointing her.

She had started out as nothing more than a mission, of sorts- someone he was to watch over and protect with his life. What was he supposed to do when Lucius Malfoy, his oldest and closest comrade, turned up at his home in New York, holding a clump of blankets, of which he would find his only 'child' tucked away, safely inside. How could have turned him away when he implored him to take care of her, saying that it was for the good of the wizarding world - a world he was unable to be apart of due to his Squib-nature?

He had always wanted a large family, but alas, his wife, Nicole, had been unable to conceive, and according to their doctor, she would never be able to have children of her own. No, he would never turn away the chance at a family, not even at the risk of his own life, so he readily took her in, cared for her, provided for her as a father should. Of course she had been told that she had been adopted from a young age; to keep that from her would have been cruel.

"I don't know, Luc, I've never heard her sound so broken," and he cast a worried glance at the door, "What if she says no? Your boys wont survive."

All three parents flinched at that, and both women whined internally, a sound reverberating through their bodies and rousing their more animalistic side. Lucius wrapped a comforting hand around his wife's shoulders, and Narcissa wound her fingers over Valencia's taut, clenched fists. Valencia's mate, a man who also went by the name of Blaise Zabini, had died years before, leaving his wife and eight year old son alone. The vampire mother almost followed suit, had it not been for her youngling, she most certainly would have taken her own life.

"Lucas, please, where would she have gone? I must speak with her, try to make her understand the import-"

Narcissa cut Valencia's pleas off with a delicate squeeze to her wrists, and said, softly, "This is not the way we want to do this, Ci-Ci. Please, let her have her time alone, she most certainly needs it."

Begrudgingly, Valencia nodded, and ran a hand through her hair, twisting it, unceremoniously. This kind of behaviour was not to be shown to anyone outside of this room; they needed to be perfectly poised and professional at all times, even when they were around other family members, however, once they entered the safe walls of their home, or of someone they trusted, all of that majestic behaviour flew straight out of the window. Alas, that was the life of a pureblood.

Nicole chose that time to speak up, and she asked, calmly, "What kind of preparations will be have to make?"

If anyone took the time to notice, they could hear the shakiness and the uncertainty in her voice, her control barely being held back by the skin on her teeth, and she couldn't help but clench her fists in fear. Fear of what they would say. They couldn't help their condition, she knew that well enough, but she didn't want to let her baby girl go. Her child was the most important thing to her, bar her husband, and she wanted to keep her close, damn the consequences.

"As of midnight tonight, she will come into her inheritance, the same way that Draco and Blaise did, and it will be painful. Mind-numbingly excruciating. It will tear you apart hearing her scream and cry, but she needs to get through this," Lucius took a moment to look into the eyes of Lucas and Nicole, making sure that they understood what he was talking about, before continuing, "When she wakes, which may be about two or three in the afternoon, she will be hungry. Absolutely ravenous. So have plenty of foods prepared; pulses, vegetables, a lot of water, and ice. She will need something cold to keep her alert. Something outrageously sweet, like, maple syrup or honey. Her veela will need sugar; her glucose levels are going to be low from her change," he chuckled lightly, and finished, "It's going to be a lot of work, believe me, but it'll be worth it. We'll be here with you all the way through it, coaching you and keeping you informed. She'll come with us after her change, and from then on, she'll be with us."

Lucas and Nicole nodded understandingly, however they didn't entirely agree with what was happening to their tight knit family. They both knew and understood that one day their child would have to be taken back to where she had came from, but they didn't think that day would come so soon.

Nicole stuttered out, lightly, "What should we do until then?"

Lucius' eyes snapped up to her own, and her breath caught in her throat, wondering why she suddenly felt so claustrophobic.

"Make her comfortable, because these next few hours will be her last being 'normal'."

That was exactly what they didn't want to hear.

"Where exactly is she going, if you don't mind us asking?"

Valencia's worried tone caught the attention of everyone in the room, and Nicole replied, nonchalantly, "Probably Jason and Dylan's house."

Lucius' expression bled from being completely calm to outraged in mere seconds, and for the first time, Lucas was afraid of his friend.

His irises bled out into the capillaries inside of his eye, and gave him an even more of an animalistic and demonic look, and his tone raised tenfold, "She's, unprotected, at another male's home? Two men?! No! That will not do, Lucas! I thought I informed you that she was to be protected!"

Lucas' eyes widened at his friends animalistic features, and flinched under his glare, but bristled and hardened as he realised the implications of his friends' words.

"Dylan and Jason are perfectly fine. Believe me, I would never have left her unprotected. Trust me, Luc."

Upon hearing the sadness in his eldest friends voice, Lucius Malfoy calmed himself down, and relaxed, and Nicole could only watch in awe as his eyes returned to normal, and his claws and canines retracted gracefully.

Almost playfully, Lucius nudged his friends shoulder, and replied, "I do, Lucas. Of course I trust you."

Narcissa smiled, and thought, simply to herself, This is the Lucius that I fell in love with.

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