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Eleven Years Later

"Miss Black look at what I've drawn."

"That's lovely Henry, look your mothers over there, go on go home and I'll see you on Monday."

I sighed as I looked out the window; Miss Black still sounded odd to me even after eleven years; I just can't get use to hearing it. Maybe I should explain. I think the most important thing for you to know is that I'm different to all the other people I know. I'm a witch and not just any witch, I'm Ginny Weasley and I'm in hiding.

You see this all really began in the summer before my sixth year at Hogwarts. The love of my life Harry Potter had just broken up with me so he could go fight in that bloody war against Voldemort. I was trying to take the high road and act all brave but it wasn't working. So while he was staying at the Burrow before Bill's wedding I wandered around Diagon Alley.

Okay so that probably wasn't the best idea since Voldemort was dangerous, and so were his death eaters. But I just couldn't sit there watching Harry acting like everything was peachy. So there I was suppose to be helping Fred and George but instead wandering the street. The only thing was I bumped into somebody and not just anybody Draco Malfoy.

You may not have heard of him before, well you'd be lucky then. He was my tormentor and really not only mine but my friends and family's too. Everyone knew that his family were dark and involved with Voldemort. Heck his father was in Azkaban prison for attacking me and my closest friends. But what was running through my mind was the fact that he had had a hand in killing Albus Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards ever.

However something was different on this day, his eyes were puffy as if he'd been crying and I could tell something was wrong. Then I did something stupid, I comforted him. I took his hand and led him to a dead end where nobody goes. Everyone was always in too much of a rush. As we fell to the floor I pulled him to me and let him put his head on my shoulder. He began to cry. I tell you anybody who had chanced coming that way would have thought I was mad.

Well it turns out that Malfoy had just received word that his mother was dead. He told me he hadn't been home since he had fled Hogwarts. Voldemort had wanted him to kill Dumbledore, but he hadn't had it in him. No so he had fled from the monster and was living rough trying to survive.

It seemed though that his mother had decided to stay. She had thought she would be safe because she was a loyal death eater. But she had been wrong. The dark mark had been found above their mansion signalling that it had been him. Apparently Draco was sure that it had been because both he and his father had failed 'The Dark Lord'. I don't know why he had told me but maybe he just needed somebody who would listen while he got it off his chest. I don't think that his 'friends' would be interested in it.

After that I would sneak out to see him from the shop everyday. I took him food and clean clothes that I stole from my brothers. I don't think he was impressed with them after all they weren't brand new. But he never complained.

We would spend a couple of hours together everyday. My brothers thought I needed space after my break up so never questioned the hours I spent alone. Draco and I would sit together and just talk about stuff. I told him about me and he told me about him.

My brothers were worried about me mind. They didn't think I was coping very well. But Fred and George never said anything to me. No instead they spoke to Hermione Granger. She was Ron's (my other brother) best friend. I suppose she was one of my best friends as well. She's a year older than me so thinks she knows everything I'm going through. But she doesn't.

But she did talk to me and try and make it clear that this wasn't the end of me and Harry. She had no idea. When she didn't get through to me she sent an owl to my other closest friend Luna Lovegood. She sent me an owl telling me that it was some strange creature making me feel this way, well she was kind of right.

The more time I spent with Draco though the more I felt he was a lost soul. So at my brother Bill's wedding I spoke to Professor McGonagall who had now become headmistress of Hogwarts about Draco. She agreed that he could come back to school if he wanted.

So Draco had returned. Most people didn't know of the part he had played in Dumbledore's downfall so things were alright. My brother Ron along with Hermione and Harry didn't return though. Well not full time. They were out hunting for something to do with Voldemort, not that they told me what it was.

That meant that I spent a lot of time with another friend Neville Longbottom in the common room. Then I was with Luna in lessons and Draco whenever we could get away. He wasn't like the boy I had always thought; beneath the cockiness was a shy boy who needed reassuring.

By February Draco and I were really close and then on Valentines Day, he kissed me. I was ecstatic. I mean Draco is very good looking. He has blonde hair that is normally slicked back, these grey eyes that stare right into you, and he's an athlete plays Quidditch don't you know. Quidditch before you even ask is our sport, you fly around on broomsticks with three balls and try to score, I'm not going to explain it because it's not important to our story.

I still don't know what had driven Draco to kiss me that day. It was a shock because he's one of these wizards that cares about purity and money. Well I am a pureblood but there's no money in my family. But then we were great friends at this point we told each other everything and we just developed into something.

Afterwards Draco asked if I'd go to Hogsmeade with him, (it's a small village close to the school) and we just sort of started dating. My family were not amused and neither was Harry. I suppose there was an unspoken promise between us that we would be together. He had been all noble breaking up with me and I suppose I had never thought it was the end. But Draco had pulled me in. Neither of us had meant for it to happen but it did.

That year had been his last in Hogwarts. He graduated along with Neville and they went into the real world leaving me in Hogwarts with Luna. I suppose it would have been horrible if he hadn't have spent the summer with me. My mother had seen a change in him and being the caring soul that she is took him in.

None of my brother's liked it (did I mention there's six of them?). But they had to admit Draco was a changed guy. While Harry, Ron and Hermione continued on the hunt they'd been on for a year Draco joined the ministry. He went in as an Auror which surprised most people.

The years though they passed and four years out of Hogwarts I was a qualified Healer (kind of like a doctor but better). Draco was one of the top Aurors in the country and Harry, Ron and Hermione were still on their quest. But I didn't care about that anymore; no I was too busy planning my wedding day.

Yes things had been looking great for me. But there was still one major problem. Voldemort was still out there, still attacking. None of us could be safe for long. Harry was worried about me. I could tell he regretted the break up now he had lost me to one of the few people he couldn't stand.

But like all good things the peace and happiness came to an end. It was about two months before we were due to marry that my world fell apart. I was at the flat that Draco and I shared. Well I had just found out some fabulous news, I was pregnant. Yep life couldn't get any better, you know unless we could end the war.

I was at home and Draco was due any time when it happened. There was a huge bang and then I don't know what really happened. I just remember seeing Draco standing over me pulling the door off my body.

I told him the news while laying there trapped and he told me I had to leave get away from the danger for a while and he'd join me as soon as he could. So I left the wizarding world and went into hiding as a muggle.

But he never turned up and I'm too scared to go back to the wizard world in case everyone is dead. I know Voldemort hasn't taken over because the muggle world wouldn't be safe but he's still out there the fighting hasn't finished.

It's been eleven years now since I left that world behind me. Yes I've had my child, and can you believe it I had twins a boy and a girl. My son is the oldest by twenty three minutes, little Ralph Black. I swear he's the spit of Draco. He has the blonde hair that falls into grey eyes. It seems that the only thing he inherited from me looks wise are the freckles.

Then there's Alysia. She's a Weasley with her red hair but unlike mine it has natural blonde highlights. Her eyes are a sparkling grey but with soft brown streaks through them. Yes she's got the freckles too.

My children are my world now but I know that one day I'll have to return to the wizarding world but not just yet. I'll return when my children get their Hogwarts letters, and hopefully I'll find the people I love are still there and that they'll open their arms up and let me back in.

Okay so this is a re-post of a story I did before. If any of you read the original you might notice that there are differences. I decided to not only re-edit it but to well re-write it to fit in with HBP since I originally wrote it pre-HBP. Anyway not sure when next post will be depends on how well I re-edit it.

Kristina