I closed the book in a fit of rush, turning around and standing up. "Nothing, I was looking for.."

I realized that moment she was holding Penelope, who seemed to be in a deep sleep in her embrace. 

"Answers?" She completed my sentence. Yea, technically. I suppose, she must've known why I was even looking at the book, which had now changed into its original condition. "About my gift?"

All I could respond was with a slight hesitant nod. 

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I was in her room, waiting for my promised answers; yet Narcissa seemed to have something else on her mind. She shuffled through her massive old wooden cabinet; the roof of the cabinet touching the creamy white ceiling. 

"Mrs. Malfoy, what are you exactly doing?" I inquired leaning my head over to get a better view, however, I failed to. 

"Y'know, you don't have to call me by my surname." She let out a chuckle right after finishing her sentence. Then, what was I supposed to call her?

"Mrs...Narcissa?"

"Don't have to be that formal either, Emerlyn." 

Now, I'd come to think of it. I was being quite formal. 

"Nar..cissa?" 

"That's better." She turned around, exposing her face and revealing the little bottle of Yew she was holding. It was poison. Many thoughts raced around my mind along with a bit of concern for her. 

Why did she casually have a whole bottle of poison?

In front, of me was a small coffee table, with a glass of tea. I hadn't drunk anything from it and wasn't planning to as I was quite full. She sat face- to - face without any concern opened the bottle and poured it into the tea. 

Creating two mixtures combined together.

I was taken aback, as my eyes slowly widened from the action. Even, touching this type of poison could lead to serious consequences. What was she even trying to prove?

"Drink it." She demanded. 

My lips parted apart. Did she know something about me?

My heartbeat became noticeable and pounded heavily. I wasn't going to just drink poison and kill myself right there and then. 

"I said, drink the tea." She repeated herself in a monotone tone. Was this even Draco's mother, or someone else?

"But you..you..poisoned it?"

"I said." she came to a halt, her intimidating brown eyes met mine. "Drink. it." This time her tone contained dominance and recklessness. 

No, I thought to myself.

There was something off, she poisoned it in front of me, and then was telling me to drink it.

Say no more. My fingers circled around the cup and I leaned the cup towards me only for me it violently explode. The pieces of the dark brown cup hit many places, including my leg and the glass table. 

 Causing the broken cup to make loud noises.  As for the tea, it was already cold but stained my pants and hands to which with a flick of a wand Narcissa cleaned up the mess surrounding me. This reminded me of one event.

When Pansy offered me juice, that must've meant she mixed something suspicious in it and the necklace detected it. 

However, Narcissa was still not done yet. 

She grabbed the small bottle of poison and dropped a few drops on the table. The drops mixed together creating a small pool.

"Touch it." She commanded. Now it made sense.

Why Serena's potion didn't work on me but worked on everyone else.

 My finger met the liquid cold poison, knowing even touching this type of poison could lead to death. However, nothing happened. 

"Nar...cissa, why did you give me this necklace; I mean-"

"Because it was passed down to me, and I thought it would be the perfect time to pass it down to you." 

Did she think I was foolish?

I was an Auror.

I had studied body language for years; she was blinking rapidly, now avoiding eye -  contact. That was a lie. 

"Well, this necklace is definitely very special," I commented, going along with it; playing stupid.

"It is." She replied, and her eyes now met mine for the second time. This time there was sweetness and gentleness with a faint smile. A few strands of her blond hair covered her face as her fingers were intertwined together. 

Just then, Bellatrix interfered walking into the room.

"I see, there's a little chat going on." She let out a chuckle. "I have to show you something, Emerlyn."

"What is it?" Questioned Narcissa.

"Oh Cissy, you'll see." She let out a smirk, and we both followed her into a room I had not seen before. The room covered in dark emerald paint with black wall trims wasn't technically owned by anyone but rather just filled with vases and curtains. 

It was empty, except there was an eye-catching wall.

The whole of scared 28 (All 28 pureblood families) and their family tree was printed onto it. My heart skipped a bit. There was an unusual chance my identity, and my purpose here could be exposed. 

My bloodline wasn't fully pureblood. We were accepting of muggle borns, but this put my identity at a great risk. 

"What was your surname again?" Asked Bellatrix, tracing the Malfoy bloodline. 

Shit, shit,  shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I was not a Medea.

"Medea.." I replied as I could feel my heart rip out any moment. Medea wasn't even a blood line to begin with.

"Medea..?" Bellatrix sounded conflicted. " I see no Medea.."

Medea was a made-up uncommon Surname. Seventeen-year-old me had made a cunning decision by changing my last name to sort of hide my identity, and I had gone along with the name Medea all these years.

Sometimes, even forgetting I was actually a Malory. If any of the Malfoys even knew I was a Malory, they'd know in an instant I was here for something darker.

"Look, Emerlyn is right here." Chimed in Narcissa, proceeding to circle her finger around my figure. I spotted myself right beside Draco. 

Emerlyn Malfoy. Was the name written underneath my tiny figure.

It was then I noticed with Bellatrix and Narcissa was another Black, Andromeda Tonks. On top of her figure was a dull black gas spread around her figure, marking her shameful. Beside Andromeda, was her husband Ted Tonks.

I continued following the Black's forgotten sister, underneath Andromeda was a pink-haired figure. Nymphadora Lupin. Beside Nymphadora, was her husband; Remus Lupin. I vividly remembered him teaching me Dark Arts; while I painfully struggled. 

Finally, underneath the two was a small blue-haired boy, Teddy Lupin.

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All three of us were beside a decorated Christmas tree with candles hanging in the room, floating and providing dim light with a strong peppermint scent. Bellatrix and Narcissa were having a fun time questioning me about my life, and Draco.

"How many kids do you want?" Bellatrix asked as she fidgeted around with her wand, while Narcissa's wand was tangled in her hair creating the perfect look for a low messy bun. 

Actually, the thought had never crossed my mind. 

"Erm...dunno...just never thought of it..." I awkwardly replied, the discussion about children was equivalent to hell for me. 

"You said, you and Draco have been in a relationship for two years and you both have never discussed having children?" She skeptically continued inquiring. 

"Oh Bella, give her a break!" Interfered Narcissa gently hitting Bellatrix's forearm. 

"Well, I would like a small family; maybe just one child," I answered Bellatrix's original question, and almost tried to imagine both a female and a male child; who'd look both a smaller version of me and Draco, but it was impossible. 

"I've noticed you and Draco are currently on bad terms." She continued. 

Wow, I thought it wasn't that obvious. I thought to myself.

"Don't worry Emerlyn." Narcissa who was right beside me placed her hand on my shoulder. "He's like that, he'll all stubborn and ignores you a few days, then apologizes."

"Cissy is right, he does that every time he's upset." Bellatrix continued. "I'm sure, he'll get over it soon."

It had been more than a few days since Draco was ignoring me. 

It was about to mark two months since we'd been like this. My eyes dreadfully viewed my lanky hands placed neatly on my lap, unsure of what both sisters had said. 

A/N: I apologize for the length of this chapter, but for these few chapters I'm gonna have to keep this length.

Updating on Thursday!

- Your favorite author (Evelyn =) )