AN: Hi, this is your missing author. I've reworked this entire chapter a little bit and if you've read the story before it's obvious that I merged it with the second chapter so it was all one. I won't be touching the second chapter except to get it Beta'd. Hopefully you all enjoy this!

Disclaimer: I do not own (although I wish) anything related to Harry Potter, nor do I make off money off anything that is associated with it.

Chapter One

Leaving

Ginny's hand shook as she sealed the cap onto the container of her birth control pills, a muggle contraceptive that she had been using since sixth year. Closing her eyes she leaned her forehead against the cool pane of the mirror that was showing her grief stricken face. Taking a deep breath she srubbed her face with her hands. Picking up the pills she walked over to the toilet, opened the lid and poured the contents of the container into the clear slightly rippled water making a plop, plop, plop, until they were all gone. Flushing the toilet she threw the now useless container into the trash and walked dejectedly out of the small bathroom of their flat.

She had found out last night, it wasn't any kind of news she had excpected or wanted.

"Feeling OK Ginny?" Doctor McGrath asked. "Your looking a bit pale."

Ginny turned startled. "I have been feeling a bit under the weather."

"You should get it looked into, illness tends to spread rather quickly around here."McGarth said a smile on his face.

"Okay, I'll signup for one once my shift is over." Ginny replied.

"I'll do it now, I'm free unless you're uncomfortable with it." Doctor McGrath said.

"No, that would be perfect, I never really feel like hanging around after a 12 hour shift to be honest."

"Perectly understandable, if you'll just follow me we can use tthe examine room 3." McGarth said indicating the room with his hand.

Ginny nodded walking forward, stepping into the room she hopped up onto the table. The paper crinkled under her weight as she got comfortable. Dr. McGarth smiled before waving his wand over her body, saying all the regular spells, there was one for the common cold, sinus infection, bronchitis, pneumonia as well as a pregnancy test. As the last spell was cast a small spark shot from the end of his wand.

"Is there something wrong?" Ginny asked anxiously.

"Erm well no… not exactly, it just seems to be showing that you're pregnant."

"Excuse me but thats impossible."

"Calm down Ginny, maybe something went wrong with the spell, how about we cast it again and run some further tests, yes?"

Ginny nodded her head, trying to stay calm. She couldn't be pregnant; they had done so many things to ward this off until they wanted children. No the test must have been wrong. She sat waiting for three hours, being dismissed from active. It was't easy, thinking about everything, trying to sort it all out in her mind. When the test returned positive she had left the hospital in tears.

Ginny didn't bother disrobing when she got home, just kicking off her trainers and climbing into bed still crying, she wasnt sure if it was from disbelief or the horror of her situation. Falling asleep she had reassured herself that tommorow it would be better, or she'd wake up and it would have all been a horrible dream. Draco had gone missing after the war, was now presumed dead as it had been three months. Harry had been killed along with Voldemort. Ron and Hermione lived still but were both sunk down in such guilt and grief that she couldn't tell them. There was Bill but he was with his own family in France where he had moved right after the war. She didn't even think of telling her mother who was dealing with the loss of her father. Fred walked around missing half himself with George gone and Charlie was helping Luna with Harry's loss.

Ginny had no one to go to. Wandering idly around the small flat that she and Draco had bought once the war struck she ended up in the bathroom they had shared, opening the mirrored door that hid all the medication, shaving cream, razors and tampons from the view of the everyday person. Staring at his things she pulled out his cologne, shaving cream and razor. Spraying on the cologne that she had not been able to get rid of, squeezing some shaving cream onto her hands and rubbing it into her skin, it was silly really, he was gone and yet he wasnt. All his stuff was just waiting for him to come back, including her. If she could still smell him, maybe just maybe he'd be back.

Carefully placing his stuff back jnto the cabinet she pulled out the pills that the muggle healer had assured her were almost like magic, swearing that she would never get pregnant while taking them. Looking at the small packet that had half the month punched out she opened todays, rolling the small pink pill between her fingers before putting it into her mouth. It made no sense, and it probably wasnt the best idea to do but it was a habit, and she really needed some normal right now.

"I should probably just get rid of these." Looking over at the toilet she turned, systematically popping one pill out at a time. Throwing the useless container into the bin when she finished.

Walking dazedly out to the couch she sat down putting her face into her hands and gripping her hair. This was a place were they had made love countless times in front of the fire. The pain that was emitting from her chest was sure to kill her. Ginny raised her finger tips against her mouth a sob tearing its self from the back of her throat, the realization that Draco was gone, really gone, hitting her like the Hogwarts train then backing up and smacking her once again. Lying down and curling onto her side she picked up a pillow and buried her face in it. No one was around to hear but still, having something to hold onto made her feel better.

Taking in shuddering breaths Ginerva Molly Weasley sat up releasing the pillow that she had had clutched in her grip while sobbing her fears loves hurts and losses out, draining them away with every tear that escaped her eyes every sob that wracked her body. Staring at the dead cold fire with eyes that looked the same she stood up and stumbled into their bedroom the torches flaring on. Casting a look around the room a scream tore its self from her throat she grabbed the blanket yanking it off the bed bringing the pillows and top sheet with it.

How had this happened, what had they done wrong? Why were the gods cursing her? Ginny sunk down onto the floor bringing the blanket around her shoulders putting her head against her knees and crying dry tears for she couldn't seem to get anymore wet ones to come.

Dr. McGrath found her that way. He had decided to check on her after she had not showed up for work.

Ginny was submitted to St. Mungo's were she stayed for three days sunk into shock. Recovering after another two days of being watched she left St. Mungo's feeling guilty and selfish her hand splayed protectively over her stomach. She aparated home quickly writing a letter to Bill, Ron, her mother and Fred. She only told them she was leaving because it was to painful to be in London, that she couldnt stand the constang reminders of all she and her family had lost. With that Ginerva Weasley wiped out her existence in the Wizarding London, her name only whispered by little children when they mentioned their hero's and mothers telling they're little girls about a brave young woman who fought elbow to elbow with Harry Potter and helped defeat Lord Voldemort.

A year later a young man believed to be dead by many opened sleep–caked eyes. Groaning in pain as he rolled over, Draco Demetrius Malfoy moved on his own will for the first time in a year. Opening his mouth to speak he found that his tongue was dry beyond belief, rather like after a good night of drinking. But he hadn't been drinking the night before, or any night recently, for the last memory he had of anything was kissing his wife goodbye; wait.. that didn't sound right. Did he have a wife? Looking down at his hands he saw no wedding or any ring at all actually. 'I must be thinking about Ginny.' The thought popped up into his head before he had even correctly remembered his long time girlfriend or even whom he was dating.

Wetting his lips with the small amount of saliva that he had Draco called out in a very croaky voice that made him sound like he was at least fifty. "Anyone here? ANYONE?" His pathetic attempt brought no reply in the dimly lit room except maybe the scattering of small animals.

Groaning he swung his legs off the bed and tired to stand, only to have them collapse beneath him. Shaking with embarrassment he put his hands on either side of himself and pushed up, only to fall again.

"Mr. Malfoy, I think that is quite enough for the moment, you wouldn't want to over – tax yourself."

Looking up an even stronger wave of embarrassment washed over him. To be caught lying helpless on the floor of god-no's-where by his mentor was beyond embarrassing it was down right disgraceful! Putting his head down in shame as Snape lifted him back onto the bed Draco didn't deign to look up or he would have noticed the look of concern flashing through his old friends eyes.

When the war had ended young Draco D. Malfoy had went missing, everyone had thought he had been just another victim of the war, there had been a search party but to no avail had they found his body. He had been pronounced missing and likely dead to the world. Only two people knew he had lived and one of them was in the very room and the other was dead herself thanks to Snape. No Bellatrix Lastrange had not been allowed to live when she had stumbled upon young Draco and Severus in a cave while running from the Ministry. Said cave was where the two companions were now. Of course it was greatly improved when Snape had built a house over it.

"Ha! Over – tax myself." Draco muttered more to himself then to Snape.

"What's the last date you recall?" Snape asked in a low measured voice.

"Erm.. December 21st 2004." Draco answered after a bit of thought.

"Ah, your missing three days then, oh well at least it's not more I suppose, we all get our little miracles every so often don't we."

"Huh?" Draco responded before realizing that it was very bad manners but really he couldn't be bothered to correct himself.

With a slight frown Severus started to explain. "I said that your missing three days memory. You were put under a very strong curse, I have yet to name said curse actually."

"What do you mean put under a curse! What's the date?" Draco asked sharply, cutting Snape off.

"The date? It's December 24th 2005. It's been an exact year since you were cursed." Seeing Draco was about to interrupt once again Snape raised his hand and his eyebrow all in one smooth motion. "Do you want the whole story or do you want disjointed bits of it?" Hearing no reply he smirked and continued. "That's what I thought. Last year on December 24th you helped win the war of the wizarding world, giving Harry Potter enough energy to kill Voldemort and thus sacrificing himself in the process for once and all. Although the plan worked successfully you were left in a severely weakened state, barely able to hold your wand. Being in such a state you were easily targeted and cursed, luckily enough I was near by and able to come to your aid. Unfournately I only arrived in time to stop him from performing the killing curse."

"Yes how unfournate." Draco muttered under his breath.

With a slight frown towards his protégé he went on. "You had still been struck by the curse that knocked you out for a year. At first I thought maybe it was because I wasn't using the casters wand so I tired that but to no counter-curse would you awake. I knew very well that I couldn't just leave you there to be slaughtered by some other cowardly fool so I took you and left the battle grounds, I know I should have stayed but the last promise I made to your mother was that I would do all I could to protect you in the final days."

Snape stopped for a moment, staring off into space and recalling a flaxen haired beauty with gorgeous ice blue eyes and a smile that could light up any day no matter how dreary. "Anyway I brought you here, the nearest form of shelter that could be easily fortified. The war ended with many losses to the Order of the Phoenix and the Wizarding World in general but the Light had finally won after many years of hardship." Snape finished rather dramatically or so Draco thought, but he kept those thoughts to himself.

Draco's eyes had been staring at the floor just listening until he realized Snape had stopped. Slowly as Snape had been speaking, the three day gap in his memory started to fill back in, he remembered going to Diagon Alley and looking at engagement rings without Ginny knowing, then going home and being embraced be a warm loving hug and then long passionate love making the night before he left to go back to the war, leaving behind Ginny as she was a Healer at St. Mungo's. Then of course, giving all his energy and in fact power over to Potter so that he could finally kill the biggest hypocrite in Wizarding History and planning to ask Ginny to Marry him that evening, only that evening never came for him did it?

"Okay…" Draco realized suddenly still deep in thought that he hadn't been told who had all suffered to the war. "She's alive right? She didn't die?"

"No, no, Ginny Weasley was not a war victim, well only in the sense that she lost a tedious amount of loved ones to it, you included in those Mr. Malfoy."

Before he could stop himself Draco's face split into one of his smiles, the rare kind that you barely ever saw, usually the only people that could make Draco smile like that was Ginny Weasley and his mother, but Snape had been successful in making it come out as well. "Good, good."

"But…" This was the part Snape had been dreading. "But, three months after the war ended she disappeared into thin air, it had been rumored that she was pregnant but the rumors were never confirmed or denied. No one knows where the youngest Weasley is to date."

"What do you mean rumored pregnant? She my was bloody girlfriend and we always used protection and I know for a fact that she wasn't screwing around on me, we loved each other!" Draco snarled, only processing that she was missing after making a fool of himself, wherein he didn't even realize he had made a fool of himself. "Hang on, missing you say? Doesn't her family even know where she is?"

"Apparently not, she only told one person and his lips are sealed so tightly that even Veritaserum didn't work."

"Oh yea? Well we'll see about that!"

"And how exactly are you planning to get it out of him?" Snape asked in a rather amused tone.

"I'll beat it out of the bloody wanker if I have to! Now who is it?"

"Colin Creevy. Do you recall him?"

"Of course I remember him. He's Gin's best friend. Bloody hell this should be easy enough." Draco answered with his old cocky tone, which he didn't realize, but he had been using for the past while. "Oi, when did that little prat learn to resist Veritaserum anyways?"

"A lot of people learned unusual things during the war."

"Apparently so. Now help me up, seeing as my body's decided to abandon me when I need it the most."

"Don't be too hard on yourself, you were asleep for a year."

"I suppose. Now lets see about contacting Creevy." Draco responded not dwelling on how weak he was, but assured of one thing: he was going to find his girlfriend and see if she'd have him back.

A day later a much better and rejuvenated Draco Malfoy walked up to 1902 Diagon Alley and rang the bell. "Who the fuck is it now?" Could be heard from inside the small flat, just before the door was thrown open to display a young man about the age of 21 with dirty blonde hair clad in blue denim jeans and a black turtle neck with a fag dangling from between his two lips.

"Now Creevy is that any way to answer the door?"

"Bloody fucking hell! Malfoy is that really you?"

"Apparently." Draco answered sarcastically. "Don't get your hopes up though, I'll be gone and you won't remember me if you don't give me the one thing I'm here for."

"Oh yea, what's that then?"

"Where the fuck is Ginerva Weasley?"

Colin blinked and took the cigarette from between his lips, opening the door wider he exhaled the cloud of smoke that had been in his mouth. "I think maybe you should come in and start from the beginning."

"Fine." With that Draco stepped inside the house and Colin shut the door.