Chapter one

A/N hey guys! This is my new fic, I'm going to try and make the chapters longer than my other fics but don't count on it!

'Dear R.

My name is Narcissa Malfoy. I am aware that you know me, that you my family, my husband, I and my precious little boy. I am also aware that you don't care for my family, and that you disagree with our ways. But I hope you don't toss out this letter and go on with your life.

I want you to take care of my son.

I have been observing you, I have conducted a research amongst you and your friends, at first I thought Frank and Alice would come out on top, but it seems that they already have a child. And to force my own on them would be wrong. So that rules out James and Lily. Peter, speaks for himself, he is in azkaban for the attempt murder of the Potters and there is no way I would give Draco to him. Sirius may be his cousin, but I fear that because of our family feud he would send him away to an orphanage and I couldn't do that.

So that leaves you Mr Lupin.

I know you are a lycanthrocope. But that does not concern me as I know you couldn't hurt anyone besides yourself during transformations, I have seen you at work, your a librarian no? I'm sure your boss wouldn't mind having a young boy to stay, he is quite young, and a good sleeper so there'll be no bother with him.

Being a Malfoy, Draco has already succeeded a large fortune, which some of is enclosed in the brown envelope while the rest is in a bank account which the details of you will find in said envelope. I hope you use what you need.

By the time you will get this letter, Lucius will have believed Draco died a cot death and started to prepare funeral arrangements, so he should not be bothered about the mysterious disappearance of our only heir. He shouldn't grieve, he never particularly cared about the boy.

Which leaves my reasons for giving you my precious boy, you know who we are. What we are. Death eaters. It's a dangerous life, but I fear divorce would be worse than death under the right hand of the Dark Lord. Lucius wants our son to become a death eater, he wants him to live a life of torture and pain. Please, accept my reasons and do not send him back, for that would be worse than giving him away.

I ask, to lesson the suspicion amongst your friends, that you change his name, use your own or make up something, just please, never let the name Malfoy touch his ears.

Please, take care of my son. As much as it hurts me to say this, he'll have a better life with you

Narcissa Malfoy'

Remus stared down in disbelief at the hastily written letter in his hand. The Indian ink was still drying and smudged in some places, a corner was dog-eared like Remus usually hated when receiving a letter, but he could not bring himself to care.

Looking down at his feet, a small baby, no more than a month slept soundly, his small tuft blonde of ringlets curling on top of his head. His mouth was a pale pink puckered rosebud. The baby slumbered in a white basket, with a home-knitted white blanket surrounding him, the brown letter tucked at his feet.

Bending down and gingerly picking up the small wicker basket so as not to disturb the child, he unlocked the door and made his way inside to his small flat.

She wanted him to have her child? But he was in no way a relation of the child,being a half-blood like he was. He reckoned that was another factor in his favour. Remus understood Narcissa's pleas, remembering the cold-hearted girl in the years above him at school and comparing them to the scared mother in the letter, he found no trace of recognition.

Setting the child on the table, who stirred but made no noise of protest, he removed the heavy brown envelope and set the kettle on to boil. Sliding a finger under the seal, he opened it, and stared in astonishment at the mound of galleons that spilled onto his rickety kitchen table, another letter fell out, concerning the bank details and such, with a deep breath he piled them into an old vase he kept under the sink, vowing to only use them for the baby's needs and in emergencies.

There was no question about keeping the child, he knew returning the boy to a grief-stricken mother and an angry father would be horrible, especially if the baby were to have a normal childhood.

His friends would be shocked, once he told them about the young boy, an orphaned nephew perhaps? Adoption? What would James and Lily say? Oh god, the Malfoy's were related to the Blacks weren't they? Would Sirius recognise the baby?

No of course not! Sirius hadn't seen his family since he was disowned! Right?

A discontent cry pierced his thoughts and glancing round he seen the most grey eyes he'd ever seen peering up at him. They bore no resemblance to Sirius's eyes, which too, were grey. While Sirius's had seemed almost silver, this boys eyes were a stormy grey, glistening with tears. Another wail reached his ears and with hesitant hands he lifted the child and held him close. "Hey now," he murmured, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet lightly, like he'd seen Lily do to Harry.

Leaning the child against his arms he took a good look at the snuffling child, he truly was a beautiful child. He enfolded the boy in his arms and glanced at his clock, 8.37. He'd just come home from his shift at the library when he'd spotted the basket at the top of his stairs.

Placing the sleeping child in his arms back in the basket and tucking the woollen blanket around him, he noticed that the boy only wore completely white, a small white sleepsuit, woollen booties and a hand knit white cardigan. Tucked into the corner, half-underneath the blanket was a small teddy rabbit, with a grey ribbon tied around its neck, he watched in fascination as the the small pale hand of the child went straight for the Teddy, pulling it close without waking up.

Teddy, Teddy Lupin. The name kind of suited him. He smiled unconsciously and bent to put the vase under the sink when a fist on the doorbell pounded and the grey eyes opened with a cry.

A/n so guys, will you review? What do you think? Who do you want to be at the door. I know there's no slash in this but there will be soon. Promise.

~Lupin3Black