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It Wasn't His Fault	By : Sevy14 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-It Wasn't His Fault
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It had been a week since anyone had seen or heard from Nymphadora Tonks. She had gone off the grid. Pacing his office, Kingsley was worried. Inquiring upon those that were close to her before the truth was revealed to her. Nobody had seen or heard from her. She was gone. After searching her home, her other residences, the safe houses that the Order and Ministry had sent up for those in its services were empty as well, he returned to his office, he sat, contemplating the recent events and his now rogue Auror. It wasn't a possibility that she had skipped out on her duties, she was committed to her job, it was her life. Something had happened and there was no trace as to what had happened. A rapping at his window caught his attention, opening the window, detaching the letter from its leg, the bird flew out the window, and Kingsley was left with a letter. Opening it he read it, his fist tensing and squeezing until it was white with rage, his mouth taut and his eyebrows furrowed. Turning, he flood Dumbledore, told him there was an emergency and told him to bring Severus along. Waiting upon their arrival he could only think about the letter and the angry emotions that went along with it. The whoosh of the floo alerting him to their arrival drove him from his deep thoughts he offered them each a chair and then stared at both of them, deciding how to proceed.

"I am going to read you a letter that I just got. I think that the two of you will understand the emotions that I am feeling now once you hear it."

The two of them just looked at him, blank faces, waiting.

"Kingsley-

We know who you are. We know where you live. Don't try and trace this letter, we will know. Now that is out of the way, here is the reason for this letter. We recently came across one of your auror's and took her into our possession. At the time she was quite feisty, I must admit to you-she has been a treat for all of us to enjoy. I assure you-we have enjoyed her, although I cannot say that she has enjoyed us. Your auror is now out of our possession and we felt it was necessary to leave her in a place that you could find her. This is your only clue-

Where the old lay dead.

The new walk above.

Here she is surrounded by those that she never knew

And the bones of their structures are laid in stone.

Too and fro the dark birds fly, and here

Squirrels never dare to tread.

Quiet and still

Her breath is the only heartbeat felt and

Here where she is laid,

She is not the only one of her kind.

Here you will find

The one you seek.

Hurry-

If you don't come fast

Her time on this earth will surely pass.

Now that you have your clue, I would hurry as it said, because time is waning and it is growing dark. We done want anything in return, this was all just for fun, a game if you will, one, for your precious Ministry to fulfill. I have one thing left to say,

Although I may seem cruel, vile, troubled,

My heart is not black

Unlike the cape you wear upon your back.

The war is over-

But for you,

It has just begun.

A new time has come.

A new warrior to step up, to take the task

All those that dare offend-

Will surely find themselves off the deep end.

I am everywhere and nowhere.

I am one that you do not see.

I am one that you do not hear.

Before you wake in the morn

Perhaps there you will be missing more.

Do take your time old friend

I will not be gone for long

You shall hear from me soon,

My voice is on the streets,

And in the words of people you pass by.

Look closely in the coming days

And every afternoon

Another word you shall receive

To heed and guide your cautionary way-

Just remember that I am here, watching,

In every way, every day.

That is the end of this, I cannot wait to see if you find your dearly departed-oops, I almost gave her location away, I cannot do that. So be on your merry way my friends, this quick quill is at it's end."

And then the room fell silent. Kingsley looking from Severus to Albus and back to Severus again, both were ashen and wide eyed. The question, although not spoken aloud, was on their minds. Where was their missing auror and who was the author of this note? Severus was the one to speak first, his voice tight, his eyes narrowed as the anger began to take over.

"It is obvious the one they speak of is Nymphadora."

Nodding Kingsley agreed, "Quite. I should never have allowed her to take a week."

"Nobody could have known this would happen. Did you check her home?" Albus had a worried expression, clearly thinking, attempting to be rational and not let his emotions take over as they were doing to the man to his right.

"Yes. I checked everything, safe houses, old residences, everything. Nobody knows where she is-haven't heard a peep. Nothing. I thought that after speaking with the two of you earlier she would just be off the grid, but then she didn't show up, and I received no letter or sign from her and this-this letter came. I-I don't know where to look. What to do…." A feeling of dread and sadness had begun to replace the anger that he had felt upon first reading the letter. "Severus do you, well I'm apprehensive about saying this but should we… Well you know them the best, should we contact Lucius and Narcissa? I mean would that be-well…Should-"

"I know what your saying. Let me look at the letter."

Handing him the paper, Kingsley looked at the dark man as he read the letter again, going over it again and again, his mind working. Normally a guarded person, emotions tore up his face, finding it slightly unsettling, he turned to look at Albus who was gazing at him, observing him just as he had been to Severus. "Is there something you'd like to say Albus or are you thinking?"

"I think that perhaps it would be best to bring in Lucius, Narcissa does not need to be informed unless Lucius deems that necessary. I think-I think that might be best. Perhaps it could be a starting ground for the two of them-a basis of a relationship if you will."

Turning to look at him Severus had a scowl upon his face, obvious displeased at the double edged reason for bringing Lucius in, but he said nothing and turned back to the paper, going over it again. Clearing his throat, Severus once again turned to look at Albus, his face dark but then focused upon Kingsley, "Call in Summa Knot. I think that she will be a good asset to have on this."

Stammering, Kingsley responded, "Summa Knot? But she isn't really an Auror."

"True, but her and Nymphadora were classmates at Hogwarts, apprentices together, and then in the same Auror classes and trainings here. I'm aware that she was only going along with what her father wanted but her insight on Tonks is far more intimate than what we have with her-regardless of what we believe. They are best friends and thick as thieves, if anybody would be able to get nothing out of anything it would be Summa-she's quite bright, even if she's her mother's trust fund baby. And-and I'll go retrieve Lucius."

"Alright, Albus and I will start thinking on this hint and places that we can find. And I'll summon Summa." Turning Kingsley stood and went to the floo, and began to summon Summa, while Severus left to go to the apparating room.

"Master, Severus Snape is heres to sees yous."

"Severus? Hmm. Thank you."

"Lucius, I'm afraid this is not a friendly visit, you are needed immediately in Kingsley's office immediately. We should floo in."

"Me? Why would I be needed?"

"You'll know soon enough. I'm not sure when you shall be returning here, but we should go now. Narcissa does not need to be aware of your departure or my visit."

"That bad hmm. Very well, I shall trust you my old friend. I hope that this is not a trap."

"No. Not a trap. Shall we?"

"Yes, this way."

Stepping through the fireplace into Kingsley's office he was surprised to Dumbledore, Kingsley, and a young women that he did not know were sitting around an oak table with papers and maps laid out in front of them. Looking up, Kingsley signaled for them to take a seat. The hushed voices between the three in the room ceased and Kingsley took a tentative look at Lucius before starting. "Lucius, thank you for coming and Summa, thank you as well. About an hour ago I received a letter from an anonymous sender. I will not go into more detail, but I will read the letter so that you may understand the situation. You two should know, in the letter an individual is mentioned, we, Albus, Severus, and myself believe that the individual mention is Nymphadora Tonks." A gasp came from the young women, Summa, who was sitting across from Lucius. Lucius just sat there, slowly trying to figure out why he was here and what had happened to the young auror-his daughter. "Well, now that you are forewarned, I shall read the letter-please don't interrupt until I have finished." After the nodding of the heads at the table he began to read to a gravely silent room.

"Kingsley-

We know who you are. We know where you live. Don't try and trace this letter, we will know. Now that is out of the way, here is the reason for this letter. We recently came across one of your auror's and took her into our possession. At the time she was quite feisty, and we must admit to you-she has been a treat for all of us to enjoy. We assure you that we have enjoyed her, although we cannot say that she has enjoyed us. Your auror is now out of our possession and we felt it was necessary to leave her in a place that you could find her. This is your only clue-

Where the old lay dead.

The new walk above.

Here she is surrounded by those that she never knew

And the bones of their structures are laid in stone.

Too and fro the dark birds fly, and here

Squirrels never dare to tread.

Quiet and still

Her breath is the only heartbeat felt and

Here where she is laid,

She is not the only one of her kind.

Here you will find

The one you seek.

Hurry-

If you don't come fast

Her time on this earth will surely pass.

Now that you have your clue, I would hurry as it said, because her time is waning and it is growing dark. We done want anything in return, this was all just for fun, a game if you will, one, for your precious Ministry to fulfill. I have one thing left to say,

Although we may seem cruel, vile, troubled,

Our hearts are not black

Unlike the cape you wear upon your back.

The war is over-

But for you,

It has just begun.

A new time has come.

A new warrior to step up, to take the task

All those that dare offend-

Will surely find themselves off the deep end.

We are everywhere and nowhere.

We are the ones that you do not see.

We are the ones that you do not hear.

Before you wake in the morn

Perhaps there you will be missing more.

Do take your time old friend

We will not be gone for long

You shall hear from us soon,

My voice is on the streets,

And in the words of people you pass by.

Look closely in the coming days

And every afternoon

Another word you shall receive

To heed and guide your cautionary way-

Just remember that we are here, watching,

In every way, every day.

That is the end of this, we cannot wait to see if you find your dearly departed-oops, we almost gave her location away, we cannot do that. So be on your merry way my dear friends, this quick quill is at its end." As the tones of his voice died out the room was silent except for the heavy breathing of Lucius Malfoy and the sound of the delicate tears that were dripping onto the table below Summa Knot. The two sat in silent shock, the others taking in their reactions, a somber look gracing their features. After clearing his throat a couple of times and handing Summa a kerchief, Kingsley straitened up and spoke. "We have to find her. We-will find her. Everything we need to locate Tonks is here within this letter. We have to use what we know about her to find her. We-" His voice breaking and his breath running out of fire he slumped and looked around the table, nobody saying a word, sitting silently and looking at nothing-off in their own worlds. And all the while, Tonks was losing time.

Laying alone, shivering, Tonks was being pelted with the hands of the rain. Her only thought was that she would die here and her captors would go free. She thought of everything that she loved. Her mum, her brothers and sister, her friends, Hogwarts, work, her mind went to Lucius Malfoy. She had just found out she had a father-he was alive-she would never get to know him. She had been angry and upset all week long and then they took her-the bastards. Now all she wanted was for her own father to come save her, a wish that every little girl wants, a knight in shining armor, the role always played by their fathers after a long day at work. A game she'd never been able to play, and now, now she was really a damsel in distress and her father probably didn't even know she was missing-that she wanted him in her life-that somewhere deep down inside of her she loved him, he was her dad, she was his daughter, and she'd never be able to tell him. She didn't care that it wasn't his fault, that they hadn't ever had a chance at a relationship, it all didn't answer, she just wanted to have the chance and she prayed. Prayed to Merlin, to God, to Circe, to the Greek and Roman deities she'd learned about in school-prayed to her mum to help her through this. But she was getting tired, her eyes were too heavy and she had to close them, her brain kept telling her to keep them open, but she couldn't, they were too heavy and she was tired. And so they closed in the face of her brains protest. It was getting hard to breathe and her brain began to hurt, her heart felt as though it was on fire and then everything stopped and she couldn't feel anything she was numb.

It had been two hours and forty three minutes since the letter had arrived. They had been sitting at the table after Kingsley had ordered all Aurors and trainees to search the premise, when nothing was found to search the surrounding area. Dumbledore got the Order on board and they were searching the Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley was being searched by both Aurors and the Order and so far, even with all the man power, nothing was found. There were people on brooms, animals, anyone and anything that could be trusted by Kingsley or Dumbledore were on the look out. Lucius and flooed Narcissa and informed her where he was and that he wanted her to join them-her sorrow about her sister and the circumstances of the previous revealed relationship between Tonks and the Malfoy's was turned into full fledged panic. Dumbledore and leaned over to Severus to say that it was as though a mother had lost a child- which he thought was a good sign. Severus and contacted some "friends" to help him search, Knockturn Alley could be dangerous at night and dusk was fast drawing to an end. In reality, hope was high but the truth was that they were running out of places to search, people to ask, and Summa was losing her faith that they would ever find her childhood friend. Picking up the letter she read and reread the hint. Then she read the letter and suddenly it made sense.

"Hey I've got something." All the noise about her made it impossible for her to be heard. She screamed, "HEY! I THINK I KNOW WHERE SHE IS!" The room fell silent. Looking at her, she said apparate to the Malfoy plots." A gasp rose from Narcissa's throat, her eyes wide. "I'm not implying anything-just meet me there." And she was off, running to the apparition point, a multitude of footsteps followed her. Once there she looked at the letter again and told everyone to spread out and start searching, the Malfoy Plot was huge, every Malfoy had been buried or entombed on this land. "Master Malfoy, Professor, Headmaster, Kingsley, over here. Lady Malfoy you can come to. REMUS! REMUS! Over here. Ok-ok I was looking at the letter, I think I got it. They give his a lot of hints, I'll point them out-tell me if they mean anything to you.

Where the old lay dead.

The new walk above.

Here she is surrounded by those that she never knew

And the bones of their structures are laid in stone.

Too and fro the dark birds fly, and here

Squirrels never dare to tread.

Quiet and still

Her breath is the only heartbeat felt and

Here where she is laid,

She is not the only one of her kind.

Here you will find

The one you seek.

Hurry-

If you don't come fast

Her time on this earth will surely pass.

Doesn't it make sense? Obviously a graveyard. It all points to a graveyard, the Malfoy Plot, it all is right here, in these lines.

"Where the old lay dead

The new walk above.

Here she is surrounded by those she never knew

And the bones of their structures are laid in stone."

That has to be a graveyard, specifically the Malfoy Plot. Everything here is old, ancient, they're all dead-but those that are new aka the living. She never knew she was a Malfoy, so those buried here wouldn't know her-meaning their portraits right? And the bones of their structures are laid in stone-obviously that means tombs and headstones right? And then they write,

"Too and fro the dark birds fly, and here

Squirrels never dare to tread.

Quiet and still

Her breath is the only heartbeat felt and

Here where she is laid,

She is not the only one of her kind."

So the two first lines, only ravens, crows, and vultures fly here right? And there are no squirrels here right? None-your plot is one of the few in the Wizarding world that only allows the birds of death reside upon this land. At least that's what I've read. Don't ask me why I know that random piece of information. They write, Quiet and still/her breath is the only heartbeat felt, because she is the only one alive. And they say, here where she is laid,/she is not the only one of her kind. Don't you see-she has to be. Your family is the only family where her particular talents are normal, where she isn't a freak, even within the Wizarding community-she isn't the only one of her kind." Pausing, out of breath, she'd been speaking so fast and those around her were just looking at the fountain of thought coming through her lips. She continued on after glancing down at the paper, "And they say, "dearly departed," obviously a sign for the dead right? So I-well she has to be here. We have to find her. She is here I know it. I. Know it!"

As she had finished her rant about the letter a call rose up. Something had been found-or someone. As fast as their legs could carry them they came to the spot where a group of people had begun to form-pushing his way to the front Kingsley cried out, "It's her. Tonks. Nymphador it's Kingsley can you hear me? She's cold give me a cloak. Hurry." Wrapping her in it he picked her up and apparated away, the echoing of his voice the only sound that he had been there at all was what was left of his presence.

Clearing his throat Albus Dumbledore stepped forward, "Thank you everyone for helping us locate one of our own. Now if we could all report back to the Ministry to write out and take reports. Senior Aurors, you are in charge of collecting the reports, I'm sure Kingsley will want them on his desk as soon as possible. Thank you." The sound of apparition was all around and the only ones that were left were Summa Knot, the Malfoys, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, and Albus Dumbledore. Turning to Summa, Albus looked at her and then took her in his arms. She could feel his shaking and assumed he had been crying. Releasing her, the old man gave her a small smile and said, "My dear, you should never underestimate yourself, for when you truly want to do something you are an amazing and resourceful young women. I'm sure that everyone here is thankful for your quick thinking. I doubt we would have found her in time."

Shocked to be hearing the praise and warmth coming from the elderly man she smiled and started to cry, her words were quiet and disruptive by her gasps for breath, "I just,-" Gasp." Wanted her to be found." Gasp." She's,-" Gasp. "My best friend." Gasp. "She'll be o-o-ok right?"

Suddenly Severus saw how young she truly looked, reminding him of her as a young student back when he was teaching earlier in his career. "I'm sure she will be. Let's all," looking at Lucius and Narcissa, "go to St. Mungo's and wait with Kingsley." Nodding and then they all apparated strait to the doors of the hospital.

Quiet for the majority of the time since he'd been called in Lucius Malfoy spoke up the minute he laid eyes upon Kingsley, "Kingsley, how is-how is she?" His voice cracking-the emotion and tightness engulfing the words surprised even him. The look of shock from those in the room, told him that they were also surprised by his concern. He realized at that moment that he wanted her to live, that he wanted her to survive so he could be her father. So he could know the child that his Andy had run away to save. He wanted a chance.

Looking at him strangely, and responding with and oldness that made Kingsley appear far older than his time, "She's in surgery."

Narcissa Malfoy, her tears no longer falling sat down next to the auror and inquired, "Surgery, surely you can't mean surgery, this-magical beings did this right, isn't surgery a muggle-muggle form of mediwizarding? What happened to her? What did they do?"

Taking in the women to his left he nodded, "It is muggle. They did both magical and muggle things. She-I do not know if you really wish to know what they did. It is rather extreme."

Looking at Lucius, then to Albus, Severus, Summa, and Remus, she nodded, "We want to know." Gulping down her tears as she said this. She had to know, she was Andy's baby-she was her niece and half daughter.

"Very well. They beat her up pretty good. She didn't go without a fight though, the defensive wounds are many, there must have been quite a few of them to have taken her down, she's quite capable of defending herself with a wand and without. They believe after she'd been subdued they tortured her more, muggle techniques then revived her with magic and tortured her more. She-she's been raped-the doctors have given her something." At the mention of her rape, a gasp and emitted from everyone listening except Lucius and Severus looked at his old friend. His face was tense and his grey eyes were dark and they looked wild. He'd seen that look only one other time-When theirprecious Dark Lord had threatened Narcissa and Draco directly. "The doctor told me not to expect her to make it-it's-she is that bad off."

Turning, Severus caught the eyes of his old friend and motioned for him to follow, "Lucius, why don't we go get something to drink for everyone." When he didn't move, he pressured again, "Lucius, come along." And he did this time. Once out of ear shot of the others he turned and looked at him, studying his features closely. "I am relieved to see that you are upset about this. But I warn you not to take things into your own hands-not this time."

"They raped her. Did you hear that? My… They. Raped. Her." The venom in his voice and the hate in his eyes was so overpowering that Severus had to avert his gaze. Putting his hand on Lucius' shoulder he responded, looking at the wall behind him,

"I heard. We will find them. But first, you must be here for your daughter. Be her father, Andromeda is not here to be her family, now you and Cissy must pick up the slack. Okay?" Hoping that Lucius heard him, he knew that in this emotional state it could go either way. "Lucius. Lucius did you hear me?"

"Yes. I-We will be here. I'm her father after all."

"Yes you are her father. You. Are. Now shall I go and retrieve Draco? After all, they are brother and sister, he should be here-don't you think?"

"I-he doesn't know about this."

"I assure you he does. I'm sure that Albus accidently told him. Just in case you didn't."

"I-Yes. I'll wait here. Perhaps you could-could speak with him about it should he need to?"

"Anything. Now, return to them. Be strong old friend."

"And you." The two parted ways and Severus wondered what was going to happen to his friend and his family. Reaching the nurses station, Severus asked the nurse on duty if he could use their floo momentarily he had to make a fire call. Allowing him to do so he contacted Draco. It was not shocking that his young godson was aware of his relation to Tonks and would be there soon. Thanking the nurse he returned to the main waiting area where he would wait for Draco. His wait was not long.

"Uncle."

"Draco. I am pleased that you did not dawdle."

"As if I ever do."

"Flowers?"

"I-She's in the hospital, aren't you supposed to bring flowers?"

"Hmmf. I suppose you are. It was a kind gesture, I'm sure your mother and father will appreciate that, as will she. And they are the flowers your sister is named after, interesting."

"Yes well, Dumbledore told me her middle name was Belladonna."

"It is. She is really bad condition-they told us not to expect her to make it." At this Draco stopped in his tracks and stared at his uncle, eyes wide. "I know. A shame for this seems a random act."

"I-Yes."

Reaching the waiting area for the critically injured Narcissa jumped up and ran to her son-almost crushing the flowers he carried. "Baby you're here. I'm so-oh thank Merlin you're here. We have to be a family about this."

"I know mother. Uncle Severus told me."

Releasing her son, she noticed the flowers and burst into to tears. Saying something about how gentlemanly he was and that she was so proud. Draco wasn't actually sure, so he looked over her head at his father-his face, one that is usually like glass void of all emotion was pale, his eyes glossy-yet no tear tracks lined his face. Draco surmised that he wouldn't cry in front of mum, Malfoy's don't cry is what he's always been told. But his father looked as though he was close to tears. So he just led his mother back to where she was sitting and Remus got up so he could take a seat next to her, allowing her to lean on him and sniffle softly, dabbing her eyes with his fathers kerchief.

It was around four in the morning. A doctor came out- his face tired and sweaty. There were thirty people in the room, calling out he said, "Family for a Miss Nymphadora Tonks?" Looking up quickly Lucius Malfoy rose to his feet, followed quickly by his wife and son. The doctor surprised stuttered, "You-you're the family? I do not have you on the admin paper here it says-"

"I am her father. We. Are her family. Kingsley admitted her, but I am her father." His voice cold steel and the doctor merely nodded. By this time, Remus, Severus, Summa, Kingsley, and Albus, had all come to stand behind the Malfoy's and were looking at the doctor expectantly.

"Yes well alright. She-We worked on her for about eight and half hours. She was-was in bad condition, the worst we've seen since the war." Pausing he took in the faces of those around him, they were intently staring at him, waiting for him to continue. "We-she is out of surgery but not out of the critical stage. If she makes it the next forty eight hours she should be clear, but if I may be honest with you, it is not a good percentage. Depending on her healing process we may or may not be doing more surgeries, we shall keep you notified."

"When can we see her?" A voice asked, the doctor wasn't sure who-he was trying to break away from the hard stare of Lucius Malfoy. "I-After the forty eight hour period. We cannot take any chances. I am sorry. If I may-who-when did you find her?"

Speaking up, Kingsley said she was found approximately at the time of 7:25 or 7:30. Turning to put a hand on Summa's shoulder and squeezing it tightly.

The doctor averted his gaze finally from the elder Malfoy and looked at the young women, she appeared to be devastated. "You found her body miss?"

Answering for her, Kingsley said, "No, she was the one to determine the location of Nymphadora," his voice cracking slightly as he said her name, "She-she figured out the clue."

"Ah well," looking at the girl with a deep sense of sympathy running through him, he stepped forward and put his hand on her arm as he said, "Had she been left out any longer than she was, she would have died. You probably saved her life and you should be very proud of yourself." With that he said, "We'll keep you notified of any changes that she may experience," and turned and walked through the doors back from whence he came, leaving them to sit back down and do nothing but wait.

Kingsley sat, his eyes transfixed upon the door that led to the rooms and his young protégé, his "daughter." All he could think about was that he hoped it wasn't his fault-that his actions hadn't caused this because the guilt would be too much. All he wanted was for Tonks to walk through that door way and act out like she had at work. Followed her own feet instead of doing what she was told-her instincts were always on point. He just wanted her to walk through those doors, so he kept his eyes trained upon them-hoping for a miracle.

Severus Snape looked from face to face. Thinking about his friend and prayed to Merlin she would be strong enough to pull through. That Lucius could keep strong through out this and be the father that he knew Tonks had expressed to him many times, that she had always wanted.

Albus Dumbledore didn't feel like eating lemon drops, he'd given them to a young boy behind him. He hoped that soon they would know if she would be ok, that the forty eight hours would go by fast and that she would be awake and smiling when they went in to visit her. He had hope, that Lucius would be the father she needed now more than ever and that Narcissa wouldn't be the women that her sister had feared she be if she'd ever find out about her little girl and that Draco would care for her like only a brother could. His hopes on the youngest Malfoy were brightened slightly with the flowers that he held on his lap. Hope. Albus Dumbledore had hope.

Summa Knot couldn't think and she couldn't breathe, her heart aching for her best friend. She was thinking of all the words she would say to her when she woke up. The different emotions she would express, it would all come out when she woke up. That's what she focused on. At the end of the forty eight hours, when her friend would wake up-it would all be ok. When she woke up.

Remus Lupin was working his brain trying to find a reason why anyone would want to hurt Tonks and was so worried that he would lose yet one more friend to senseless fighting. He prayed to Merlin, that would not happen.

Draco Malfoy looked between his father and mother, they were both gravely silent, still, emotions displayed painfully upon their faces. It was unusual and strangely comforting to him. He wondered if he'd have a sister when the sun rose in two days time or would he have another family funeral to attend.

Narcissa Malfoy slowly began to feel her throat tighten up as she thought of the young woman that lay in the other room fighting for her life. One that could have been forfeited if her mother had done the traditionally honorable thing as she was taught to do instead of running and creating a life for her and her daughter, a tear escaping at the thought of her dear sister and all that she had struggled for was now fighting for her very life again-yet without a mother to help her. She vowed to be there when she woke up. She would be whatever her husbands child needed her to be, a friend, mother, sister, or aunt, it didn't matter the title, she would be there. She had to be. It was the least she could do for her sister.

Lucius Malfoy thought to himself that he had never felt so helpless-he couldn't help his own child to survive, had he failed as a parent before he'd had a chance to be one?
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