A/N: Soooooooooooo. This is it. This is all for this story. Thank you to EVERYONE who has supported me throughout the years, and the people who recently motivated me to finally finish this fic. I really hope you all like it and are happy with it. Short & sweet. But perfect.

EPILOGUE

July 1980

The baby was screaming. There was a storm outside; thunder shook the entire manor and lightning lit up the sky for miles. Narcissa could hear the screams, but she couldn't get to her son. She checked in all of the usual places, but he was never there. Panic engulfed her. She raced throughout the manor, searching for her crying babe. Lucius wasn't around; where was he...? No time to think about that; her son!

"Draco!" Narcissa exclaimed when she finally flung open the nursery door for the twelfth time. He was there now, only he was being held by a strange man. A strange man that was threatening to break up their family. The Dark Lord grinned at her-

Narcissa bolted upright, breathing heavily. She looked around the master bedroom, taking in all of the familiar settings. She was sweating; her hair stuck to her back. She looked to her side; Lucius was sleeping. Narcissa closed her eyes and took a moment to catch her breath. When she did, she slipped out of the bed. She crept to the door and quietly peeled it open. She left it open a crack and padded down the hallway to Draco's nursery. When she arrived, Narcissa carefully pushed the door all the way open. She sighed of relief when she saw the room empty. It had just been a dream...

But he wasn't. The little babe sleeping in the crib. Narcissa walked up to the crib and peered inside. Her entire body softened at the sight of her sleeping son. She watched his breathing as he slept, feeling peaceful. This was her son; her beautiful son. He wasn't a dream, he wasn't imagined. He was real, as real as the blood in her veins. And he was all hers. No one could take him away from her.