Hey guys! I have returned with the Prisoner of Azkaban! And cover your ears, I DO NOT OWN ANYONE BUT MY OC'S!

In the mysterious workspace of Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster himself was pacing away in his office, reflecting on the immense pile of possible events to come. Since word of Sirius Black's escape from Azkaban had reached him, he was instantly reminded of all of those years of chaos and departures during the war.

And speaking of departures, there was one that was fresh on everyone's mind in that time. Everyone who knew Morgan Crosswell at least.

Deciding to go over a particular set of events leading to that departure, Dumbledore walked to his Pensieve, poured a special memory he acquired years ago, and plunged into a misty world of a memory.

The Malfoy Mansion was beheld in the afternoon sunlight in it's rich and pureblood glory, as always. Especially when the Dark Lord was rising on his conquest to absolute power.

One day in cold December of 1979, Lucius Malfoy was out serving the Dark Lord through his slithering ways while Narcissa, his wife, had a much more secretive plan in mind and it had barely played out.

In the grand space that was the living room, another woman walked in with Narcissa. She was a woman in her 20's with blond hair, clear blue eyes and skin that was starting to show it's pregnant glow but her emotional state would say otherwise. She was worried and on her guard, from being on the run from Death Eaters constantly raiding villages and killing people. Half of her colleagues were already in hiding or dead. She hadn't even talked with her best friend Lily Evans, who was also pregnant at the time

"Can I get you anything?" The Malfoy matriarch asked sweetly. "Something to eat or drink? I can get my house elf to do something."

"No thanks." said Morgan. "I'm quite fine. Where's Lucius? Creeping in the hallways as usual?"

"Not this time." replied Narcissa cooly. "I thought we could talk."

The two witches sat down on a comfortable leather couch while Morgan said, "I know that even though you support a monster and you somehow care about me , but what's happening it's between me and...him."

"Yes, of course" Narcissa said accordingly while pulling out a folder containing Morgan's file and picture.

"What is that?" asked Morgan.

"Oh I had one of the goblins at Gringotts write up a dossier on you." said Narcissa taking quick notice of Morgan's stern look. "I'm sorry but it's a necessary precaution against a fraudulent claim of paternity."

"Well the baby is his." said Morgan.

"Oh." Narcissa agreed. "Of that I have no doubt. My investigators were quite thorough. But you can imagine, how much trouble people will get themselves in just to get even a single Knut from my family."

"Well I'm not looking for money." said Morgan with a sharp tone, enough to cut steel.

Narcissa only smiled while pulling out a small piece of paper from the file but stopping to talk to Morgan. "Of course not. Now, the Dark Lord will rise no doubt and your friends are so busy hiding themselves and their families. I know you Morgan, we used to be friends. And when it comes to friends, you would sacrifice your life to save them. But look at you now. Would you really sacrifice the life of your unborn child?"

"Of course not!" Morgan exclaimed. "I'd do anything for my kid."

"Exactly." said Narcissa. "I didn't call you here to flatter you with your hero complex. I called you here to lend a hand."

"After all the innocent people you've killed?" Morgan asked venomously. "What makes you so sure I won't send up a flare right now?"

"Because I know a way to give your son and daughter a childhood." Narcissa replied boldly. Her words seemed alluring for Morgan as she listened with intensity.

"I'm not giving up anything and there's no way that you're gonna make me." said Morgan defiantly.

"Oh it's not a compromise." said Narcissa. "I'm just giving you a choice to make." She then pushed in Morgan's hand, a check.

"I told you I don't want money." said Morgan.

"And I am telling you." said Narcissa. "That I want to offer my generosity in the name of our past friendship. Please."

Morgan read the check and looked up in shock. "This is an international converter check...for a million."

"I want to make certain that he or she." Narcissa pointed to her stomach. "has a bright future. I may not be a mother yet but I am certain that's what every mother wants for their child."

"I get what you're saying." said Morgan eyeing the check. "What's it to you? Why the money? I mean, surely you may get something out of this."

"That's my business." said Narcissa. "The only thing I need is to ensure that you leave the country and never return, is to disappear, even from the father's life."

Immediately Morgan's head shot up, looking at the witch in shock and disbelief. "What?!"

"This is between you and me so I don't want anyone to know about this." said Narcissa. "Disappear, and your child will remain unharmed. I can't say the same for your friends, but Morgan, you can't save everyone."

Morgan looked at the check with trembling hands and thrust the check back into Narcissa's hands. "No. I won't take your money and spend it all on some getaway vacation while my friends, my family fight in this war."

"It's your choice." said Narcissa. "I'm only offering simple solutions. But can I offer some advice, one mother to another?" She rubbed her pregnant belly which was almost close to starting to show. "When it comes to your children, there is no action that is inconceivable, there is no decision that is impossible. You do what you must to provide the life that they need. And I think that moving back to America, now more than ever, is reasonable enough to provide the life that this child needs." She held the American's hand while looking at her cold in the eyes. "And you wouldn't want anything to happen to your friends...would you?" Narcissa took the check and put it into Morgan's hand."You always were quite the stubborn one, Morgan."

"Classic Cissy Black." said Morgan. "Always thinking of a backup plan."

"It never hurts to have one." The Malfoy Matriarch smiled. "Besides, the truth is set in stone: Mother knows best."

The memory ended right there, and Dumbledore shot out of the Pensieve immediately. It had pained the Headmaster that he had learned of one of his most special student's disappearance but at least Morgan kept secret contact with him after the First Wizarding War ended. Of course he was at her funeral and he still remembered witnessing a young Quintessa's Innocence ripped to shreds. Dumbledore walked over to the large windows and sighed deeply in content as he watched the rain pour down like hailstones.

"It is almost time." He said to himself.