Chapter One: How It All Happened

Part One: August 10, 2028

My mother had me walk the Manor for the eighteenth time this morning. I was to check and make sure that every decoration was in place for my older brother's wedding. The wedding I was so rudely summoned from France to attend. The gardens were blooming with red and white roses for the occasion. The garland was hung perfectly among the trees, while the white peacocks roamed as per usual. Their tail feathers had been charmed to have red in them instead of blue. It was perfect. My grandfather was probably cursing us somewhere because his precious Manor had been decorated in Gryffindor colors and his grandson was marrying a half-blood Weasley.

I looked around one more time for my mother's sake. It was beautiful. Scorpius and Rose would have a beautiful wedding. The sun was shining down on the Ministry alter where they would meet each other and say their vows. It was the perfect day for a wedding.

I walked back up to the room in which the bridal party was getting ready. I needed to put on my maid of honour dress. It was crimson with a soft white sash around the waist that tied into a beautiful bow at the back. It was when it was on that I realized how big of a mistake coming home was.

Rose stepped forward, "Cam, are you alright? You're hyperventilating more than me, and I'm the one getting married."

I wasn't hyperventilating more than she was, I think. Okay, maybe I was, but that was because her cousin, also known as the bane of my existence, was going to see my son today. Normally, this would not be a problem to anyone else, but see my son is his son. He could possibly figure out the six-month-old baby sitting in my mother's lap in the first pew was his. Breathe Cam, breathe, I kept thinking to myself.

"What is the matter?" She asked again in a heightened tone. I shook my head. I didn't want to alert her to my personal dilemma, especially since she would most certainly tell Albus Potter that I was missing for a year because I was having his son. Plus, this day was supposed to be about her and my brother. I breathed in and out a couple more times before returning to a normal calm. I smiled up at Rose, "It's just weird that my older brother is going to be a husband today."

Rose looked at me like she didn't believe any of that bollocks, but since this was her wedding she was going to ignore it and pester later. I could see the little cogs turning in her giant brain. I wouldn't doubt that she would be spending the better part of the ceremony trying to figure out what was the truth.

"Cam, darling, we need to finish your hair," Mrs. Granger-Weasley said to me. She brought me over to a chair to do something with it. My hair was stick-straight. It usually didn't do much except fall over my shoulders. I pitied her for trying to tackle it.

"I'm sorry, it probably won't do much," I apologized. She tsked at me, "Cam, I'm sure my hair looks wonderful to you now, but once upon a time I had my fair share of problems with it. I will be able to do something with yours."

In twenty minutes, she held true to her word. My hair was up in a beautiful messy bun with curly, voluminous tendrils falling out of it. How she did it, I will never know. Once she was done, she was ushering us into the downstairs corridor to assemble for the walk down the aisle. I tried to avoid Albus until it was absolutely necessary.

"So you decided that your brother's wedding was a worthy event for you to return home?" He said once I stood next to him. I wished I had my wand. I would have given him a good jelly-legs jinx just for being an arse.

"What do you care, Albus?" I asked, emphasizing his full name to drive him nutters. He hated being called by his full name.

"I don't. I just have spent the last year with your family and they were upset by your sudden decision to move to France," he whispered fiercely back.

"Albus Severus and Carina Astraea, you two better stop having this row before you get out there," Ron Weasley scolded from behind us. He stood with Rose in a beautiful set of dress robes. Rose looked at him proudly. We all thought that eventually Rose and Scorpius would have a falling out because he didn't take too kindly to my brother, but in the end he chose to be a better wizard. Rose was grateful.

The music started, and all activity in the corridor stopped. The doors to the gardens of the Manor opened. Dora, Teddy and Victoire Lupin's daughter, along with Artemis, Rose's Uncle Charlie's seven-year-old son, were the first to walk down the aisle. Everyone awed at their cuteness. Then the rest of the party, Hugo and Lily, Louis and Iris Zabini, James and Dominique, and us, walked to the march down the aisle. We got to the front, and I could see my little guy on my mother's lap. I smiled at him. Albus followed my line-of-sight. Hopefully he wouldn't notice that Micah only had one of my family's trademark looks. He was void of either the male Malfoys' pale blonde hair and skin or mine and my mother's caramel brown hair and fair skin. He had a tuft of unruly ebony hair, Albus's facial structure, and finally, my grey eyes. The only tell-tale sign that he was part Malfoy after all.

Everyone stood as Rose and Mr. Weasley started their walk. I looked over at my brother and saw that he was beaming at her. I wished I could have something like that. I always thought my first child would have been born out of a deep love. Instead, my poor Micah was born because of that stupid party.

Part Two: May 2, 2027

"Cam Malfoy, what're you doing at a big kid party?" I heard a snide voice ask. I knew immediately who it was without turning around. Why my brother had become best mates with Albus Potter was still a mystery to me. He was a pompous git who constantly picked on me for no other reason than I was Scorpius's younger sister.

My brother who was sloshed joined us in the corner of the Manor's biggest ballroom.

"Al, leave my sister alone," he slurred. I thought about telling him his defense was a little weak when he was mullered, but he wouldn't understand in his state anyway.

Rose Weasley, Scorpius's girlfriend, looked a little frustrated. I shot her an apologetic look. She caught it and nodded her head. I turned Scorpius around and pushed him toward her.

"Go spend time with Rose. Albus, doesn't need you here. He's enjoying his Firewhiskey just fine on his own," I said with venom.

"Sure mate, leave me for my cow of a cousin," he countered in anger. Rose glared at him. She didn't do anything though because she knew that he was not himself.

Rose and Scorpius walked away after that comment. It was probably because she knew if she stuck around longer she would end up killing her favourite cousin. I would have hexed him for the last comment. Rose was much nicer than I would ever be.

"Blimey," Albus muttered under his breath and I glowered at him. He was such a prat.

"As much as I love talking to you Albus, I'm going to go find something more entertaining to do," I said as I looked over at Cyrus Nott who was waving. He held up a glass with something blue in it. I smiled. Cyrus had the strong stuff and he wanted to share.

I ambled over to him and the delicious Blue Fairy he was holding out for me. I downed it in one gulp.

"Careful Malfoy, that stuff will get you knockered with one drink," Cyrus warned, but I shook my head. I grabbed another and lifted it to my lips. I smirked at Cyrus. "I never think you look like your father until you do that," he responded. I laughed. He wasn't the only person to tell me this.

I woke and instantly knew something terrible happened. My feelings were confirmed when I rolled over and saw untidy black hair on the pillow. I slept with a Potter. My head was pounding, but I was certain it was a Potter. I wanted it to be James. James and Albus looked a lot alike except for their eyes, especially to someone who was suffering from a hangover.

The body next to me stirred because we lost our heat. He reached out his arm toward the night table and grabbed glasses. Oh shite, I thought to myself. Glasses meant Albus. He slid them on his face in the same manner I've seen his father do it at public speaking events about the Great War.

"Malfoy?" He asked confused.

"Yes. It's me."

"Bloody hell!" He exclaimed as he took in the sight before him. Both of us were in ripped knickers. "Did we…?"

"I think so," I answered normally before launching into a hate-filled rage, "You did this you know? It's always the bloke's fault when people drink!"

"Bollocks! You probably lured me up here! This is your room! Plus, I saw you doing those shots of Blue Fairy with Nott. You were probably so sloshed you thought I was him, and I was sloshed so I wasn't going to deny you!" He yelled back. His face was turning a slight red. It was something I noticed all of the Weasley-Potter kids did.

"See you just admitted to it," I said before throwing my hand mirror at him, "Get out Albus Potter! You're a giant slimy git and I hate you!" He was hurriedly putting on the clothes he had scattered about the room. He looked back at me when he got to the door.

"Good because I hate you too! You always were a selfish little bint," he said before leaving my room and slamming the door.

I fell onto my bed and sobbed. I slept with the one person I hated with all my life.