A/N – Hi lovely readers, I am so excited to share this story with you. This is a short chapter as it is the prologue, the next chapters are much longer. I will post more chapters this week. Happy reading!

A massive thank you to the absolutely wonderful and talented PotionChemist for beta-ing this story. PS she has amazing Dramione if you are looking for more to read!

A guttural scream pierced the night air, stirring the creatures in the forest outside Malfoy Manor. Narcissa Malfoy was panting and desperately gripping the hand of her sister, Andromeda; her knuckles were white and her face glistened with a sheen of exertion.

"I can see the head!" Andromeda encouraged as she propped up Narcissa's leg. "One more push!"

Mustering the last of her strength, Narcissa released a shaky breath and gave one final push.

"He's here!" Andromeda cried out in wonder, her eyes blurred with tears. "Cissy, he's here."

It had been nearly two years since Andromeda's reunion with Narcissa. When she was disowned for marrying Edward, she thought she would never see her sisters again. It was not until Narcissa miscarried her first baby that the two reconnected, sharing in the pain of their losses.

Andromeda made quick work of cleaning off the newborn, carefully swaddling him and placing him gently in his mother's loving arms. The small infant was crying and, to the relief of both witches, his lungs were strong and healthy. After so many losses, Narcissa was finally holding a live child in her arms.

"Oh Dromeda, he's perfect," her breath hitched as she gazed down into his grey eyes, stroking his chubby cheek with the back of her finger.

Nodding quickly, Andromeda brushed away her happy tears, "He is lucky to have you as a mother."

"Draco." Narcissa whispered, her voice thick. "We've decided on Draco."

Stroking Narcissa's hair affectionately, Andromeda gave her a watery smile. "I see you're following the old Black tradition of constellation names."

Eyes shining in the dimly lit room, Narcissa took her sister's hand. "Of course, he is a Black, after all. Family is everything."

With a gentle squeeze, Narcissa clutched Draco protectively against her chest. "Speaking of family, there is another reason that I have asked you here tonight."

Shifting in place, Narcissa let out a soft groan of discomfort as she opened the nightstand next to the bed. Her shaky hand retrieved a tome wrapped in cloth as she balanced Draco in the crook of her arm. The blanket was worn, the gold stitching faded from time but still visible.

Andromeda's eyes widened in recognition as she instinctively took a step back, "Cissa—" her breath caught in her throat, "I thought that book was destroyed."

"Nonsense." With a dismissive wave, Narcissa explained, "I simply glamoured another book before mother threw it into the Fiendfyre. I could not take the chance, not with everything at stake."

"But—"

Interjecting, Narcissa raised her chin defiantly. "It is his birthright as a Black. I need you to do this with me. You know that it must be cast with another Black." Their eyes met as she begged. "Please."

A shuddered breath escaped Andromeda's chest and her pulse raced under her skin. "Cissy...you know the potential consequences of this type of magic."

"Of course. I know what it did to Bella, but that will not happen to him. Draco will find her." She declared confidently, focusing her attention on the infant in her arms, suckling on her breast. "He has to find her."

"We cannot tell Lucius." Narcissa murmured.

They went to work quickly, spreading out the faded blanket which was adorned with golden runes. A candle was placed between each rune along the edges of the worn cloth.

There was a rune for each earthly element and left to right the runes read:

Binding.

Unity.

Harmony.

Desire.

Destiny.

Soul.

With a final, tender glance, Narcissa laid Draco in the center of the blanket.

" Nox ." The room was enveloped with the black of night.

A flick of Andromeda's wand lit the candles surrounding the babe in quick succession as Narcissa prepared the umbilical cord from the afterbirth. Accepting the cord from Narcissa, Andromeda wound it gently around Draco's small hand, binding it.

The Black sisters made fearful eye contact before Narcissa nodded once to Andromeda, signaling for her to begin.

With a steadying breath, the pair of witches clasped hands over Draco. Murmuring softly, they repeated from the open book below them. All at once, the air stilled, the hairs on their arms and necks raised. As their incantation continued, the flames from the candles grew taller, causing shadows to dance around the room; Draco fussed as each rune lit up and a bright glow encircled him.

The final words were spoken as the candles extinguished, the glow fading into the dark.

A gasp of relief broke the silence.

"She is alive." Narcissa's eyes welled with tears. "He has a match and she has already been born."

Across the country, in a Muggle suburb of London, a baby girl lay blissfully unaware in her crib. A soft golden glow surrounded her for just a moment before waning. On the inside of her wrist, a pink mark appeared; it was nearly imperceptible, the rune symbol for binding.

Back in Wiltshire, Narcissa's voice broke with emotion, "It is done. Now, he just has to find her."