"Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?" Narcissa asked, worry etched into her eyes. She was pacing back and forward, carrying a baby--no older than one--in her arms.

"I think I made it quite clear." Her husband growled. He had long blond hair and was not as nice as his wife. But he is the more important of the two, respected by many people in the ministry.

"But Lucius..." Narcissa began.

Lucius cut her off with a snarl. "No Narcissa. This is what is destined for our family." He pauses as he listens to the rain splashing at the window. It was a full blown storm outside, shaking the windowpanes as the rain crashed into them. "We need to fulfill it. Have I taught you nothing?"

Narcissa sighed, figuring that if she were to say nothing at all, there would be no bigger argument, and she hates it when her husband gets angry. He's not afraid to kill with one flick of his wand. Why shy married him, she couldn't remember.

"Do you understand?" Lucius asked, his voice icy cold. He flicked a strand of his hair off his neatly pressed robes.

"Yes, of course." She answered, rapping her arms tighter around her baby, protectively, as if someone was going to take him away from her if she were to let go. "Why has he chosen our son?" She asked.

"Because, he's a Malfoy, and the Dark Lord knows that I am not capable of doing it, and neither are you. You aren't even a Death eater for that matter." Lucius explained briefly.

"How can we be sure that Draco...that he can help take down this boy...what's his name again?" Narcissa asked, kissing Draco's cheek. Draco squirmed in his mother's arms.

"We can't be for certain, but the Dark Lord is always correct. If he believes our son is capable, then he's capable." He glanced at Draco.

They stayed silent for a long time, the awkward silence stretching. It was so quiet, you could hear every rain drop landing on the mansion's large roof. Narcissa pat Draco's back nervously and Lucius just stood there, twirling his cane between is pale white fingers.

"How...how did you get him to tell you? I thought he was gone...gone for good." Narcissa pointed out.

"Oh, my dear Narcissa. That is where you are wrong." Lucius laughed to himself. It was a dead, cold sound. "He's still alive. He's weak, yes, but he's going to gain power. And when he does...nobody can stop him. Has Bellatrix not told you anything?"

"We barely talk anymore. After that incident...after she went to Azkaban...I haven't heard from her." Narcissa said, shacking her head disapprovingly.

Silence fell once more. Narcissa barely ever talked about her sister. Bellatrix was a death eater. She was probably one of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's best death eaters. Whenever the subject came up in the Malfoy mansion, the room became tense, and everyone stopped talking.

"Yes, well. She did murder those to aurors." Lucius began to laugh, as if it were all a game to him.

Narcissa nodded slowly, setting Draco in a cradle. Once he was safely in it, it began rocking itself, playing a soft lullaby. Her eyes became soft with love as she stared, admiringly, at her baby. "He's going to do great things, isn't he? He's going to be the best Death eater the world has ever seen."

Lucius only nodded, as if he couldn't think of anything to say. Finally, he said. "Yes...yes Narcissa. The Dark Lord will love him."

Narcissa left the room, leaving Lucius with Draco. He looked down at the baby, like he was examining him. Then he picked him up and held him up to his face. "Don't be a disappointment, son. Don't let us down. Do as the Dark Lord says and we'll have no problem."

Draco only made sounds, not yet able to talk. Lucius had a slight look of disgust on his face. He set the baby down, realizing that he couldn't really understand him yet. Draco spit at his father, laughing when Lucius began to yell in anger.

The rain had calmed down now, but there were a couple of claps of thunder off in the distance, promising more rain soon. A split second later, a downpour of rain splashes against the cavernous mansion, echoing within the giant room.

Lucius sighs, mumbling something about bad weather and terrible conditions for work.

As the rain hits harder Draco Malfoy begins to drift off to sleep, not knowing what awaits him in the future.