..? Has father been captured?” Draco asked his mother as he finally made it to her, still breathing hard.“Yes Draco... But that`s not why you`re b...eing summoned to the Dark Lord.” Bellatrix cut in before Narcissa could answer. “Come now... There`s no time to talk about it here... The Dark Lord awaits!” Narcissa and Bellatrix took hold of each of Draco’s arms and helped him apparate back to the Malfoy estate, where an angry looking Lord Voldemort, paced back and forth in the manor’s main dining. But she had to wait and train for six years to wield the sword in her first battle Six years which felt like eternity. It was then that she heard about Mothers.Mothers, she was told, gave birth to the Warriors and Valkyries.She had never understood why the marriage of her parents was so odd. Never understood why her father shouldn’t have decided to settle down with her mother. On that day she heard that she was not destined to become a legend, a Valkyrie to lead armies, to wipe out whole. ”“Oh, I know what I want ... everything but anchovies!”“Sounds good to me. Leave off the broccoli, though.”“Ick!”Meg padded barefoot into the kitchen, made the call, and then came back into the office.“Do you have a hair dryer, Jack?”“In the drawer next to the sink in your bathroom.”“Aha! Have a girlfriend who sleeps over?”“Nope, no girlfriend. Just for whomever.”“Oh, of course! A girlfriend wouldn’t be in the guest room anyway.”“Go get pretty ... prettier ... Meggie. See you when you get. ”“Haven’t got all day.” Mum replied.This time mum turned round, gave the young woman a look that could kill, and passed me another skirt. I unfastened it and stepped into it only to find that I couldn’t fasten it, it was too small.I slid it down and stepped out of it.“Madam, I must insist. If you can’t join the queue then I must ask you to leave.”“Fuck you.” My mother said and reached down for my hand. I just managed to pick-up my own skirt as my mother pulled me out of the shop.“Muuum; stop; I.