The first month of having a baby is emotional and physically draining. All I've done is feed the baby and make sure that everything is okay. And with Draco back on missions I've been a bit. On edge to say the least.

"Are you absolutely sure that you are okay with being alone?" Narcissa asks, "I know the new mum syndrome-"

"Narcissa I've kept you away from your husband for a month," I tell her, "now go have fun I'll be all fine alone. Relax." She nods sighing loudly. "Go have fun. Blaise should be here soon." She nods. Giving me a hug then pecking Mikey's forehead before she goes. I move with the small baby towards the nursey. As I sit in the chair holding the baby I see small raindrops collect above us. He's got magic. I smile proudly rocking him cheerfully. "I appreciate you not burning me like Teddy did. Now I feel like a story should help you to sleep. I've got just the one." I wave my wand towards the bookshelf moving the book towards me. I whisper a spell keeping the book up so it will hover and flip pages for me allowing me to rock the baby. "'There were once three brothers who were travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water. They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure. And Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travellers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic, and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him. So the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence: a wand that must always win duels for its owner, a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death! So Death crossed to an elder tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a wand from a branch that hung there, and gave it to the oldest brother. Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead. And then Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility. Then Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way and they did so, talking with wonder of the adventure they had had, and admiring Death's gifts. In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination. The first brother travelled on for a week or more, and reaching a distant village, he sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally, with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful wand he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him invincible. That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine-sodden, upon his bed. The thief took the wand and, for good measure, slit the oldest brother's throat. And so Death took the first brother for his own.

Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall the dead, and turned it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry before her untimely death appeared at once before him. Yet she was silent and cold, separated from him as though by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally, the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as truly to join her. And so Death took the second brother for his own. But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life." The baby yawns. I chuckle lightly. "Overtold I know Mikey. You know I've seen all three of these deathly hallows and they aren't as cool as they seem. Except for that invisibility cloak." I wave my hand over the pages to. "How about The Wizarding and the Hopping Pot? Why am I asking you there is no way you can process this. Alright. So... 'There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbours. Rather than reveal the true source of his power, he pretended that his potions, charms and antidotes sprang ready-made from the little cauldron he called his lucky cooking pot. From miles around people came to him with their troubles, and the wizard was pleased to give his pot a stir and put things right. This well-beloved wizard lived to a goodly age, then died, leaving all his chattels to his only son. This son was of a very different disposition to his gentle father. Those who could not work magic were, to the son's mind, worthless, and he had often quarrelled with his father's habit of dispensing magical aid to their neighbours. Upon the father's death, the son found hidden inside the old cooking pot a small package bearing his name. He opened it, hoping for gold, but found instead a soft, thick slipper, much too small to wear, and with no pair. A fragment of parchment within the slipper bore the words "In the fond hope, my son, that you will never need it." The son cursed his father's age-softened mind, then threw the slipper back into the cauldron, resolving to use it henceforth as a rubbish pail. That very night a peasant woman knocked on the front door. "My granddaughter is afflicted by a crop of warts, sir," she told him. "Your father used to mix a special poultice in that old cooking pot –" "Begone!" cried the son. "What care I for your brat's warts?" And he slammed the door in the old woman's face. At once there came a loud clanging and banging from his kitchen. The wizard lit his wand and opened the door, and there, to his amazement, he saw his father's old cooking pot: it had sprouted a single foot of brass, and was hopping on the spot, in the middle of the floor, making a fearful noise upon the flagstones. The-'" I stop hearing a loud thud. I stand holding the baby closely. "That better be Blaise." I place Mikey in his crib and move towards the door. I pull one of the extendable ears from my pocket that I had been using in place of the baby monitor and toss it out the door. I pull the other side to my ear listening carefully.

"The husbands gone," A harsh unfamiliar voice says, "the wife and baby should be upstairs. We can get them if she's unprepared."

"You better hope we can," Another voice says, "if we mess this up we'll never hear the end of this." I place down the extendable ear and move quietly shutting the door. I move my wand up locking it up and sealing it with a charm. I move pulling Mikey from the crib whispering protection charms around us. As I move into the closet I pull him tight into my arms. Mikey starts to whimper. I rock him slightly hoping that he'd quiet down.

"Shhhh baby," I whisper, "everything is going to be fine." As I rock him I hear the loud steps outside the nursery. I take a deep breath collecting myself. I move apparating out of the room with Mikey in my arms. Once outside I see Blaise approaching.

"Yo Malfoy whats wrong?" He asks me, "you look terrified."

"There's someone in the house," I tell him. I hand him the baby. "I'll be back."

"Wait!" He says grabbing my arm, "let me go in there."

"Just hold the baby," I say to him as I pull my arm back. I move apparating away. Once inside I grip my wand tightly as I approach the room. I see two figures standing before it they look to me. Their faces covered but their robes identifiable. "Get out of my house."

"Well well well miss Malfoy," One starts. I hold my wand towards them threatening them.

"Leave or I'll kill you," I say to them.

"That's not hero talk."

I send a wandless hex knocking one down. The other moves to look at them. I glare at them harshly.

"Get out of my house you bloody idiots," I say harshly, "get out!" I toss another jinx at them taking the other down. I send more cause them to dodge and duck. But Mikey's loud cry distracts me. I look around to find out why and they use this to get away.

"Where are they?" Blaise asks as he rushes to my side. The baby crying in his arms.

"They got away," I say as I pull Mikey into my arms, "it's okay sweetheart. Everything is okay." I rock the baby as Blaise moves to the phone calling Draco and Harry at once. As they arrive with a team I explain the situation to them. What their robes and masks look like and everything that might help identify them. Draco upon hearing what happened starts to get angry threatening to track them down and murder them.

"How dare they come into my house thinking they can harm my family!" He shouts. Anger covers his pale features, "I'll find them. I'll make sure they pay-"

"Draco love relax," I say to him, "we'll put charms on the estate. Make the protection spells stronger. It needs to be updated anyways. I can start on them."

"We Can get some guys on it," Harry says to us, "I assure you this won't happen again."

"Yeah you get it won't," Draco says. He looks to me and his face softens, "I'm glad you are okay. You handled yourself well."

"Well I've faced scarier," I tell him, "like your hair after a particularly humid day." He doesn't seem amused. I chuckle lightly. "I know it's hard to find the humor in the situation but please love just relax. I promise you that everything is alright." He sighs as Harry moves to start the defenses on the manor.

"I just worry," he tells me.

"No one got hurt tonight," I tell him, "we all handled it well. Let's just enjoy that much." He nods. Then moves pulling me into a hug. In my arms the baby once again causes rain to fall around us. I chuckle looking down to him. "Look at our little magical boy."

"Oh that's going in the book for sure," Draco says, "soon enough we'll be getting his Hogwarts letter."

"Stop trying to make him grow up so fast," I say to Draco, "I'm enjoying him being so small." He chuckles.

"Of course," he tells me. He moves a hand over Mikey's head as a smile forms across his face. "I'm glad you are both safe. However I fear that this is the start of something. I'll make sure we have people patrolling for a while. Just to make sure they won't come back."

"Alright," I say to him knowing it's easier to agree. I hope he's wrong. I hope this is the end but I know that this has only started. For some reason someone is after us Malfoy's. And I can't even begin to imagine why.

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There is another update now if it's slow again on my page it's because I have 3 essays to write by Thursday