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The BEGINING and the END
Harry Potter left Fred, George and a passed out Ron at the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes after midnight; he decided to walk the ten blocks to home because of his intoxicated state.
The end of the war had not sunk yet, it was oddly unsettling everything he was destined to do was over, yet there was so much he was looking forward to. He and Ginny could plan their unborn child's future in a society free from the lunatic Voldemort, a loving family finally his family, though he considered all the Weasleys his family, fatherhood would be different.
He increased his pace, as he thought of his expecting fiancée, anxious to join her in bed; he had missed her these previous days, now life would be so easy and normal.
His happy thoughts of Ginny were disturbed by screams coming from a dark alley around two blocks ahead, as he jogged towards it, he witnessed five cloaked figures throwing spell after spell at a sprawled figure screaming bloody murder.
Drawing his wand, he stunned all five of them and kneeled to check the pulse of their poor victim.
As he touched the body wrapped in black silk, the victim opened his eyes and Harry found himself staring into the cold grey eyes of his arch nemesis namely Draco Malfoy, who was death pale, his wound still oozing blood and pupils dilated.
The wounds on Malfoy suggested his assailants had used muggle methods of torture in addition to the spells, not to mention the unforgivables.
Casting a glance at the five hooded bodies lying across them, he figured they must be death eaters who were yet to be rounded, but considering the through job they had done with Malfoy, St. Mungo was first on the agenda. Tucking his wand in his armpit, he tried to help Malfoy stand.
The first stab of the knife came unexpectedly, as he fell on the blood soaked cloak he had helped Malfoy out of, he saw a sixth figure who was closer now and was stabbing him repeatedly.
Before he had managed to pick his fallen wand and Avada-Kedavra the person, most of Harry's vital organs were seriously injured.
He felt very weak and death was beginning to cast its dark shadow before his eyes, Ginny and his unborn child on his mind. He turned to face Malfoy, who had fallen on the ground. He seemed to have gotten paler if it was possible, his eyes fixated on Harry wearing an expression of intense shock.
"Malfoy promise me you will take care of my unborn child and fiancée," pleaded Harry at his last breath, his head fell on the blood soaked cloak, those were the last words Malfoy heard, before he passed out.
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Why would Harry beg Malfoy to take care of Ginny and his un-born child?