A/N: This fic was inspired by Within Temptation's 'Frozen'. Check it out, its really a great song.

A/N2: I like to say that my humour is subtle, but it may just be that it is non-existent.

A dozen eyes glared suspiciously at Narcissa Malfoy as she patiently tried to explain that she was just trying to save their lives. Sitting in the cramped sitting room of the Burrow, she shifted in her chair and rested her aching left leg on her right. She met the fathomless eyes of Severus Snape and due to the two decades of animosity between them, knew she would never gain his trust. Still, he gave her hope; Dumbledore trusted him and he was a known Death Eater, she was just married to one.

"Forgive me, Mrs Malfoy," said Professor McGonagall, though Narcissa knew she couldn't care less if she found her next comments insulting. "But why come to us now, as we come to the end of the second war against You-Know-Who? Surely if you, as you say, truly wanted to help us, you would have come earlier? It rather looks like your just trying to save your own skin."

How she had always hated McGonagall, even as a student the Head of Gryffindor had never bothered with giving her the benefit of the doubt.

"As I said before, Professor," Narcissa said, her tone laced with venom, "I did not know then what I know now. I'm just the wife of an imprisoned Death Eater you know, I doubt the Dark Lord does not think it is that important to keep me in the loop."

"But surely if this were true, Severus would have found out?" Molly asked. Molly, her sweet, innocent Molly, the years had hardly changed her and Narcissa was grateful for that.

"After recent events…even I knew Severus was a spy. The Dark Lord is just biding his time until he thinks of a punishment severe enough for the depth of Severus' betrayal. I do not recommend you sending back into the hornets nest again, Headmaster." She added to Dumbledore.

"Very well, but before I stop using one of my best sources of information and take the word of a Malfoy, perhaps you have some proof?" Dumbledore asked politely, his eyes twinkling and all. Narcissa wanted to sneer, but she controlled the urge.

"Of course," Narcissa replied just as politely, "here is all the evidence I have managed to gather, as well as details from the actual ritual." She said, handing him two rolls of parchment. "Oh, and by the way," she added, "I'm a Black, not a Malfoy."

"Thank you, Mrs Malfoy; I will contact you when I have had time to look into all of this…evidence."

"I will show you to the door," Molly said, standing up.

They walked silently through the house until just before Narcissa could open the front door.

"Why did you do it?"

"Why did I do what?" Narcissa asked.

"Leave," Molly said, her voice thick with emotion.

Narcissa let her breath rush out between her teeth and placed a hand lightly on Molly's jaw. "I did it for you," she said softly.

"For me? For ME? How dare you? You married someone I hated, you joined the Death Eaters and you did it for me?" Molly raged.

"I know you Molly, and I know that the one thing you have always wanted more than anything in the world is not me, it's the one thing I could have never given you - a family. So yes, I married him to preserve my family's honour, and to give you a chance at having the children you deserve." Narcissa said, trying to keep the tears from her eyes. "And now, I'm afraid, I must leave you again," she said, before striding through the door, leaving Molly standing speechless in her wake.

A/N2: Should I go on? I mean, what ritual is Voldermort going to perform? Why has Snape lost the trust of the Death Eaters? Why was Narcissa's leg aching? And why would Molly get close to someone like Narcissa?

Wow. It's like solving mysteries. I should get a truck.