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I am sitting at the long table at malfoy mannor talking to narcrissa. Both draco and Genevieve are asleep. "How are you anyway we haven't seen each other in forever." I say to narcrissa. "Well nothing apart from lucius drinking." "Is it getting worse?" I ask. She nods as he walks in with Tom. We both look at them. "So you are in an awful news. One kill and your dying." I say to him. "Rowena....come here please." He says. I stand and walk to him. "Your very ill. I'm not surprised. You weaken when you kill Tom." I tell him and sit in front of him. "You always know what not to say don't you Rowena?" I smile. "What do you need Tom?" "Blood and to say good bye." "Blood for what?" "To be reborn. It's either Genevieve or Harry potter's blood." He tells me. "Well you won't get it from Genevieve!" I tell him and walk towards the pram. "Good bye Tom. See you in a few years." I say and leave.

*5 years later. Still Rowena*

I pick up a pen and sit to my desk where several sheets of paper sit. It's him.

Dear my beautiful Genevieve,

I am writring to you to say goodbye. I had to go into hidi.g to save you my dear. Elvis and aberfouth shall take care of you. And no matter what aberfouth says Tom Riddle, the dark Lord, is your father. You won't get this until your older and I possibly come out from hiding. But until I see you again, I love you my dear I hope you live a good life until I return.

Love you always,
Mom.

As tears drop down my cold face, I place the letter in the envelope. I write on the front: don't open till your 5th year Genevieve. I seal the envelope and place it in a box. I lock the box and put the key on a chain to give to Genevieve. I place the box on my bed. I walk to the door and stop. I look around my room. Memories. Memories is all she'll know. I walk out and close the door.

I enter the living room. I see her at the table with aberfouth and albus. They are playing a game of cards. "Happy birthday Genevieve." I say and hug her. I pull back her hair and put on the chain with the key. She looks at it then looks at me. "Whats this key for mammy?" She asks. "Its for a box in my room that you can open when you are in 5th year at hogwarts. My bedroom is locked and albus here has the key so ask him if you can get it then okay?" I say. She looks at the key again. "Okay mommy." She says. I miss her head. "Mommy has to go out for a bit but draco and narcrissa will be here soon. Okay?" She nods and continues to play. I look to aberfouth and albus and nod to them. They both get up to hug me and I leave. Goodbye my dear Genevieve.

On the day of the funeral I watch from afar. Only the few who came were the ones that knew I was still alive came to make my poor daughter believe I had died. Tom stands beside me. "Are you not dead yet Tom?" I ask. "No Rowena my dear." "Still inslaving people and useing their bodies I see." I say to him, noticing qureall. "Hello qureall, how are you dear?" I ask him. "G-g-Good ro-ro-Rowena. How are you?" He stutters. "Good. Now why don't you two get out of her and plan your rebirth Tom. I have no time for you at present." I say. I notice them finishing to service and I leave.

*Genevieve's P.O.V*

I walk with albus and aberfouth. "Grandad why did mommy leave?" I ask aberfouth. He looks to albus and albus leaves. "You'll know in a few years my dear. It shouldn't be me to tell you." He tells me. He picks me up and sits me on the hood of the car. "Stay here dear I just need to speak with someone." He tells me and I nod. As I sit there daydreaming a woman with a good over her head walks over to me. "Hello ma'am thank you for coming." I say smilling. "Your welcome my dear Genevieve. I am here to deliver a letter from my brother to your mother. He doesn't know id her passing but I thought you should write to him Learn more about his relationship with your mother." The woman says and hands me the letter and walks away. "What a strange woman?" I say and hop off the hood of the car and go to aberfouth and hide the letter.

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