All You Need. *Complete*

Nancy Drew

"Love come to bed," Drack called from the doorway.

You checked your watch to see if it was 2.25am. And you were still sitting in your handbag, pouring over the notes and scrolls.

"It's here, Draco. I know it is."

"What is?"

"The answer. I feel like we are missing something."

"We've read everything here... more than once."

"But where are the adoption records? Why is there no record of the name change? There has to be a note of it."

"We have looked for names in these," he sighed as he gestured to the coffee table. Every inch of its surface was covered on either a note, a piece of parchment, or a scroll.

You were becoming restless.

"We must have missed something."

"We have read them all. Jonathan signed the records. His name is there.  His wife sighed her name here, but the writing that scrawny you can't even read it. It looks like it says Outhood."

You gave a yawn.

"Right either you come to bed willingly or I will carry you. You are exhausted and need to sleep."

"Ok, Ok," you huff as you allow him to pull you up and drag you up the ladder, out of the bag and off to your room.

But you can't sleep. You lie in bed and try to think through possible scenarios. Outhood was an unusual name.

Did Jonathan know the name?

You would have to ask him.

You must have drifted off to sleep at some stage because you woke up to the sun shining on your face.

No time to lie in. Everyone would be arriving, and you had loads of things to do before then.

You jumped into the shower and quickly dressed and dried your hair before sneaking out of the room past a snoring Draco.

Poppy and Bailey were already preparing breakfast, and Mac was busy getting the guest rooms ready for everyone.

It was Chrismas Eve and everyone was coming to spend the holidays with you and Draco.

And when you say everyone, you mean it.

Dinner this evening was going to be a feast.

The whole Weasley clan were coming along with their partners and kids. Andromeda and Teddy were coming with Jonathan and Narcissa.

Your friends were obviously all coming, as well as Kingsley and his wife Jonanna.

"Morning, guys. Need any help?"

"Good morning, Miss Evee. We are fine thank you but everything is ready and dinner for this evening is already cooking."

"So I can smell. It's amazing!" You smile at Poppy.

"Miss Evee?" Mac said, stepping  into the room.

"Morning Mac, coffee?" You hold up a cup, which he takes and mumbles a thanks.

"There was an owl for you. More records from the looks of it."

"Perfect!" You take the letters and use your wand to conjure the rest of the records.

You take the letter in your hands. There is no return address. Strange. Tearing open the seal, you unfold the paper.

It's a letter from the Record Keeper.