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

We collected Jude in his clean, silver cage, and left the animal shop, quickly, after warning the malevolent shop-keeper against the illegal trafficking of his animals, otherwise there would be consequences far greater than he could imagine. Lucius had told me that I had everything that I needed, now, to begin a Hogwarts career in September, which was little under a month away.

Narcissa and I agreed that I needed to become literate in the subjects that I would be taking, because it would do me no favours being in my final year, and not having my intellect being on par with others in my year. I had already been told that I would receive no special treatment, simply because of my late inheritance, or my general lack of magical knowledge. Upon being given a brief explanation about a few subjects that Hogwarts offered, I found I was most interested in Astronomy, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Herbology, Potions and Care of Magical Creatures.

Valencia stated, "It's quite funny that you chose those lessons, as both Draco and Blaise already take majority of those classes. I hope that won't be a problem."

I raised an incredulous eyebrow, and thinking about it, I realised I knew next to nothing about the two people I was, in essence, supposed to spend the rest of my life with. A fact I had come to accept, and for some reason, I was looking forward to meeting them. I blushed, embarrassedly, and asked, somewhat shyly, "What.. What are they like?"

She glanced at me, knowingly, and without any malice in her voice, she replied, "I cant speak for Draco, as he isn't my own, but Blaise.. Well he's the best thing that has ever happened to me," and as if she just suddenly remembered something, she gasped, "Oh, goodness, we have another present for you, two as a matter of fact. From our son's."

That made me tense immediately, unease pulsating through my system, and, I felt something akin to anxiety in my heart. It was a lot simpler when we had had no actual communication between us, however, now that they had reached out, and contacted me, I felt really, truly nervous, for the first time in ages.

I stuttered, pathetically, "F-For m-me?"

Valencia chuckled, then nodded, slowly, and somewhat sardonically, and said, "Who else would it be for, sweetheart?"

I felt my skin heat up, and I rubbed a hand through my hair, clearly showing my mortification. She laughed, brazenly, and supplemented, "Oh don't be like that, they really want to meet you, you know," she said with a sly smile, and a lewd wink in my direction.

I rolled my eyes, playfully, at her, and she shrugged, noncommittally, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I would have been worried if they didn't want to meet you, you know."

I nodded, understandingly, yet I knew deep inside, I was so scared about seeing them. I didn't know if they'd like me, or if they'd think I was worthy of anything. I didn't want to know that. I didn't want that fact to be proven correct.

Narcissa enquired, curiously, "Do you want to see them, too?"

It took me a moment before I was able to reply, and when I did, it was a somewhat meek and quiet response. I shrugged, brusquely, and mumbled, "I suppose so."

She answered, "It is your choice, though, sweetheart. You decide how this goes."

I smiled, thankful, and she grinned, toothily, back at me. Out of nowhere, Jude pattered about in his cage, and I glanced downwards, worriedly for a moment, before relaxing as I noted that he was simply getting comfortable in his momentary cage. I looked at Narcissa, and then at Valencia, who both simply smiled and went about strolling doing the street, as usual.

Suddenly, I felt a tripling in my pulse, and a squeezing sensation deep in my chest, almost as if an invisible hand was clenching around my heart and tugging at it sharply. I paused, in the centre of the street, clenching my fists around the handle of Jude's cage, and felt my world begin to spin on its axis. My breathing began hollowing out, and speeding up, without my knowledge, and I felt my stomach convulse, uncomfortably.

Narcissa was the first to notice something was amiss, and she asked, concernedly, "Are you okay, Evelyn?"

I shook my head, shallowly, and swayed on the spot. She turned to investigate, and I felt my eyes cross uncomfortably. She rested a reassuring hand on my shoulder, yet instead of being comforted, I felt a burning sensation flare across the spot in which she was touching; it hurt, so very badly. I yelped, as quiet as I was able, and threw myself away from her body. Feebly, I curled in on myself, as I whimpered, "Don't touch me! Please!"

"I'm sorry, my sweet," and she turned to Lucius and whispered, "Luc, I don't understand what's going on."

I squinted, then when the vibrancy of the sun became too much, I covered my eyes with my fingers, pressing heavily into my sockets, trying to physically force the pain from lacing in my mind. I croaked, helplessly, "Help.. Me.."

I felt him take my in his arms, and the burning sensation restarted, but with more strength than beforehand. I began screaming and convulsing in his hands, and I knew that if there were people around me, I would have drawn the attention of every single one of them. Jude had been taken out of my arms, probably by a worried Valencia, and I heard him whine, feebly.

"What's wrong.. Are you okay?"

I hissed, brusquely, and I heard Lucius mumble some kind of incantation that I couldn't quite hear over the sound of blood rushing, violently, through my ears. The tugging sensation returned and I felt the vomit that I had earlier forced away return with a vengeance. Even though I felt like I was burning alive, yet I still tucked my face into his shoulder, and whimpered, pathetically, into his collar.

"It's okay, you'll be okay, I promise," and turned towards the other two women, and ordered, strongly, "Get the room ready. Tell the boys we are home."

There was a hiss of disapproval, yet they complied with his request, and left us alone. He laid my body down on some kind of cool, plush cushioned sofa and, once he determined me to be comfortable, he clicked his fingers, and I winced at the sound, and he whispered, upon realising how heightened my hearing had gotten in the last few moments. A frail, child-like voice asked, "Master, what can Binky do for you?"

Lucius doesn't miss a beat as he replied, commandingly, "Binky, get me some ice, please."

There was a popping sound, then silence, and then a returning popping sound, and I heard the sound of sloshing water, and the clinking of ice-cubes ricocheting together. My eyes were still clenched closed, and I decided to keep it that way, as the stabbing behind my eyes had dulled down slightly, yet I knew that it would hurt like a bitch if I, for a moment, even flickered my eyes open.

Lucius hushed me, "It'll be okay, here, see," and he pressed some kind of cloth against my forehead. The refreshing cool that blossomed across my skin and I immediately relaxed in his half-hearted embrace.

He leaned down, slightly, and I felt some strands of his hair brush against my cheek, and I gave a small smile as the scent of rosebush assaulted my olfactory senses. The sharpness of the scent made my stomach lurch, although it didn't smell bad in the slightest. He whispered in my ear, "I didn't want to force this meeting, and I apologise for putting you in this situation, but you're internal organs began failing, and I didn't even realise. I am so sorry, I failed you."

I forced my body to cooperate with me, to an extent, and I lay a soft hand on his cheek, and whispered, "It's fine. I'm okay-" yet I broke off halfway through my sentence as a sharp pain rippled through my entire body, and I ended up screaming out, once, into the fairly quiet air.

"FUCK!"

His grip tightened on my arm, and I heard the door slam open, with enough force to frighten Lucius - if the bristling of his aura was anything to go by, and a growl emitting from somewhere both enticing and intimidating vibrated throughout the room, silencing all within the four walls.

"Get away from her," a demonic voice sounded off, and I felt icy chills drip menacingly down the length of my spine. I whined, low in my throat, out of instinct, and attempted to curl away from the loud, demanding sound.

It approached me, along with a set of footsteps, and I felt a hand draw tenderly across my cheeks, similar to the way in which Lucius had earlier, yet a smidgen more lovingly. I clenched my eyes closer together, in trepidation, and instead of finding myself torn to shreds, which I would have associated with whatever being this voice was released from, I was drawn into the sinewy, unfamiliar arms of a fairly tall, sweet smelling man.

And then we were off. Soaring through the air at a speed that twisted and turned my stomach in ways foreign to what I was used to. I wasn't afraid of where we were going. It was more like, I was anticipating what was next. He chuckled, at something I couldn't see, as my face had been forced into the crook of his shoulder, and said, confidently, "Don't worry, I've got you."

Before I could even attempt to respond, I succumbed to the darkness that was tugging at my mind, with a sense of calm overtaking my entire being.