Now it was 1992, and an era was over. The four adults led their three children down the dark hallways of the Black Manor, heading to the West Wing. Harry, Hermione and Draco would normally be excited, it was their first time in the West Wing. But not today, today they were quiet and lost in their own thoughts, out of all the options they had thought of when Dumbledore collected them from class, this hadn’t even made it onto the list. Finally they reached the room they had been looking for, the door was open as if waiting for them. The walls were white, and bare, the entire room looked like a room in St Mungo’s. The bed was made perfectly despite having an occupant still in them. Two Healer’s were standing around him talking softly as they worked. When he turned his head slightly he caught sight of his visitors."You’re here." He croaked harshly with a soft smile, his face was covered in purple pustules from the Spattergroit that was slowly killing him. The features that made him handsome and sought after in his teens still lined his face, but the strong jaw, high cheekbones and sparkling grey eyes couldn’t deter from how sick he looked now. His black hair only recently streaked with white, his grey eyes surrounded by dark shadows, and he had lost a lot of weight recently too, looking almost skeletal."We wouldn’t be anywhere else Dad." Cassiopeia whispered as her and Narcissa moved forward with soft smiles."Where are my Grandchildren?" He asked, coughing harshly, it was getting harder and harder to speak."Here, Grandfather." Harry said stepping forward with Hermione and Draco."Oh, look at you, all grown up in your Slytherin uniform." He smirked at disgruntled expression on his Grandson’s faces."Where are the other’s?" Narcissa asked looking around, the nurses had left when they arrived to give them privacy, but she was more concern for the rest of her family."Bella was here earlier." he said coughing."She went in her new favourite disguise, to get me some of those cauldron cakes I used to love, and some butterbeer from that small cafe." He grinned."She took a disguised Rodolphus, Rabastan and Barty with her." Every time he spoke, the coughs got harsher and lasted for longer. He lifted himself weakly, struggling to keep his weight up with his thin and shaky arms."Let me help Dad." Cassi smiled, as he waved her off, her Father had always been stubborn, almost bullheaded."I’m fine." He started another coughing fit, this time blood came away from his handkerchief."Daddy" Cassi whispered, feeling like the little nine year old again, feeling lost and confused.