Author's Note: I suppose this is slightly AU. Having only seen the final movie once, for the purposes of my story, the Malfoys fled the castle as the battle in the courtyard was beginning, and they have no idea that Voldemort has been defeated. Also, this is eventually going to be femmeslash (the site should totally have an OFC option, and not just OC, but whatever...), so if that offends you, you probably shouldn't read any further. I won't take offense.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything from Harry Potter, they are all J.K.'s. I'm just playing with a couple of them for a little bit.

Narcissa had dreamt about The Door since the night she turned seventeen. The arched top stood several feet taller than she did, with cedar colored double frames and semi-oxidized copper fixtures. Deep down, she had a feeling that there was safety to be found within, perhaps even salvation.

For the longest time, she only had the dream on the eve of her birthday, but when Draco took the Dark Mark, it became a nightly occurrence. Sometimes she turned away from the door, and what she saw in the background was always a dark green blur. The nights that she reached for the handle, she moved further away from it, and was able to see more of the wall. More often than not these days, with her home invaded by her husband's Death Eater comrades, and Voldemort himself, Narcissa found herself fervently trying to open the door.

The night before she lied to the Dark Lord, the house in her dreams had finally revealed itself entirely. Compared to Malfoy Manor, it was a modestly sized two story dwelling of gray granite nestled into a forest of pine trees. Narcissa was still uncertain as to whether it was real, or just imaginary, but thought that if it came down to a choice, she would attempt to Apparate to the sidewalk that wound away from the door toward the forest. She didn't think that she would have a reason to…

Lucius had been killed by a Death Eater as they fled the castle. Narcissa cast Protego and pushed Draco to the ground as they heard the crackle of spell coming toward them. Without a wand, Lucius had caught the brunt of the curse, and its force sent him flying off the edge of the bridge leading away from Hogwarts.

Apparently she had a reason to try to reach The Door after all… Narcissa grabbed Draco's arm. "What are you doing, Mother?"

"Trust me," she said, and with 'pop,' mother and son Disapparated.

The squeezing sensation seemed to last longer than usual, and Narcissa prayed that she had made the right decision. After what seemed like forever, the pair appeared on a stone walkway in the middle of a grove of pine trees. Looking down at the sidewalk, Narcissa followed the path to where it stopped…which appeared to be the middle of nowhere.