Hello everyone!

Now I know it's been a long time, and for that I am sorry, but I'm back again. There has been a massive amount of support for one of my best pieces- Coming Home To More Than Love- so I am bringing you the second chapter of the story. Now please keep it in mind that I do have a job (sigh) and school (sigh) so reviews would be splendid.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters J K Rowling made. Wish I did, to be honest.

Now on with the show!

January 1st, 2009

"Annnnd, to all mankind!" Cheers erupted from the dark streets as the town clock lay silent for another fifty-seven minuets. Although light was limited in the little town, sudden flashes of friends of family burst into the glares of the street lamps from time to time, emphasizing the thrill of the night. The people of Little Marling had flooded the roads very quickly, but now it seemed that the street party would not end as suddenly as it had appeared. Fireworks cackled and screeched across the midnight sky, and the sea of people bustled and jostled around in the velvety blackness.

Cassius Malfoy-Potter observed the night's activities with mild interest. Another street party – he swore that sometimes Little Marling just made up excuses to throw a wild, all-night fiesta. Come to think of it, it might not even be New Years . . . the Marlingers may have just shortened their year to get another party in . . .

"Now I know I've seen that look before." Cass turned to see his father standing behind him. Harry hadn't changed much throughout the years. He still had his thick black hair, although a few silver blades seemed to have woven themselves through it. Harry's eyes were still as bright and full of life as they had been that distant day, fourteen years ago; when he had married Cass's other father Draco. Nothing had altered Harry's eyes much since then, which Cass took as a sign of Harry's complete happiness, except perhaps another memorable day when the Dead Silvers were still at large.

"What look, dad?"

Harry regarded his son closely. Merlin, Cassius was his father all over. Draco had somehow seeped into his son's genes even though their initial relationship was over. Almost mirror images of each, Draco, Cassius and of course Mattie had been genetically copied on the outside. The only part of Harry that had survived Draco's dominant genes was the brilliant emerald eyes. Windows to the soul, as Draco often said. For that, Harry could feel no resentment to the way Cass looked now – his own eyes were one of the most prominent features on his son.

"Oh, y'know . . . that brooding, 'I-am-thinking-of-things-to-plot look."

"Brooding?"

"It had to be said, Cass."

The young blonde smiled. From his viewpoint at the side of the town square, Cass could make out the shapes of his family. One of the small figures weaving throughout the crowd would be Lexi, his playful ten-but-eleven-years-old-in-three-days brother who still made trouble despite the severe warnings his parents had been dealing him lately. At the far edge of the crowd Cass could see some taller silhouettes dancing around a street light, their arms swaying in the air. Jayden, Harry's middle son and lookalike, was likely to be part of that group. Weasleys made up the majority of Jayden's friends, so it was safe to say that they would be among the pile of teenagers as well.

"I was just thinking how this lot love having street parties."

"That all?" Harry took a seat next to his eldest son. It had been twenty years since Harry had first discovered he was pregnant with twins, and now he sat next to one of his greatest achievements. Cass had surpassed all expectations with his quidditch skills, and was now on England's B team. He had moved into his own flat just a year and a half ago, but now the Cassius of nearly nineteen and the Cassius of nearly twenty seemed to be two different people. Cass had always been a sensible boy, and now he was an adult. It changed the situation, only slightly, but irreversibly, and it had taken both Harry and Draco a long time to overcome feeling like Cass had made this transition all too soon.

"Well, that and the big game this Saturday. I need to impress the quidditch people, dad. I'm good enough for the A team, for the big league, y'know?"

"Of course I know darling, I was there when you started playing, remember?"

Cass gave a wide smile, but turned his eyes back towards the gathering of people still raging around the main square of town. Close to the rows of willow trees on the southern side of the square, rows of couples were embracing. Somewhere within the crowd, Cass knew his thirteen year old sister Caitlin would either be with her latest boyfriend Beau Zambini or desperately searching for him. He smirked to himself, because he knew that Jayden hated Beau and if anything could break the peace treaty between Cass's brother and sister, it was Beau's presence in Caitlin's life.

"Cass, who are you going to impress this Saturday?"

"The quidditch guys from the A team."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Well, a little bird told me that Angel would be there."

Cass rolled his eyes. "Please shoot that bird, it tells lies. Dad there is nothing going on between us anymore."

Harry doubted that, seriously doubted it. Angel and Cass had broken up when she had been awarded a place at fashion school, somewhere in London, when she turned eighteen. He had moved out shortly after her departure, and the subject had been touchy ever since. Despite Angel being home for the holidays the pair had barely said a word to each other. Things had taken a turn for the worse between them when Damien Zambini had brought his cousin home from fashion school at Halloween just as something began to surface for Cass and Seamus Finnegan's daughter Clover.

"Listen Cass, I know Clover's a nice girl but she just doesn't hold a candle to Angel. Surely you can see that?"

Cass groaned, "Why are you so bothered anyway, dad? If I do get on the A team, I'll be flying around everywhere won't I? It's not serious with Clover. Besides, even if it was, it's got nothing to do with Angel."

"I'm just worried about you. Ron and Luna are worried for Angel; we just want you both to be okay."

"And I am. If she's not, then that's her problem dad."

"You're mad she left." Harry stated.

Cass buckled. "Wouldn't you be? You were mad at papa when he left."

Stiffening, Harry sighed, "He had to leave. His family made him go, but he came back didn't he?"

"Yes, but she chose to go. Bit harsh, dad."

Harry sighed, defeated for now. "You'll work it out."

Music was pumped around the square as the town clock bade the first hour of 2009 goodbye. Jayden and his two best friends Luka Lupin and Murphy Finnegan had been celebrating all night with some stolen bottles of fire whiskey from Murphy's cellar.

"I dunno, I just think she's a bit old for us." Luka drawled as he took a swig from the communal bottle.

"Old for you," Murphy slurred whilst slumping against the streetlight they were stood under, "But not for me. I forget you guys are fifteen. I'm telling you, getting a girl like Lola Weasley would be heaven, mate."

"She's eighteen." Jayden said.

"Only just. Besides, I'm seventeen. Not much of a difference. It's just you guys are younger, see? Argh, I dunno why I hang out with you all the time to be honest."

"Because we have grown up together?" Luka Squeaked.

"Nah," Jayden shook his head, "He can't get kids his own age."

They stood in silence for a while, occasionally passing one of the bottles around. There seemed to be people everywhere, as if they spilled into the streets. Bursting through the crowd, a flustered young woman joined the trio.

"Evening, Miss Weasley." Muttered Murphy, half-way between awake and unconscious.

"Hey, Bianca." Jayden greeted the redhead. Hermione and Charlie Weasley never did have the boy they were hoping for. Bianca, another fiery female from the Weasley Clan, was known throughout her family circle as a wild child. Her uncles, Fred and George, couldn't have been more proud, but Hermione struggled to rein in her carefree daughter.

Bianca smiled at her friends. She'd changed a lot since starting Hogwarts just four years ago. Her dusky red hair was eye-catching; it hung messily around her face, framing her eyes with a rough fringe, and stopped just before the small of her back, neatly curling into burgundy tendrils. Doe eyes stared out brightly from underneath her mop of hair, perfectly rounded off with brown eyeliner in drastic measures.

Jayden thought she was gorgeous.

"So, you guys coming to the gig next Friday?" Bianca murmured, her eyes somewhere beyond the boys.

"Err, I haven't asked yet." Luka breathed nervously. She shook her head in pity, and Luka shrank back from her. Murphy had fallen asleep since her arrival, and was snoring loudly from his position slumped against the streetlight. Bianca eyed Jayden.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Beau Zambini ain't great on a guitar."

Bianca smirked. Of course, little Caitlin's boyfriend was in the band that would be playing. "It's more of a goodbye thing for Angel; you can even take ear plugs if you want."

Jayden laughed dryly. He stepped closer to Bianca, so that their noses were almost touching. "And what," he whispered, "Would I get for being a good boy and showing face?"

Bianca pulled away laughing. "We'll see, Jay."

He joined in with the merriment, but turned and began to walk away from her. "Yeah, we will. Come on, Luka, let's go join the party."