A/N: This is the sequel to 'A Ring of Emerald Jewels,' which was the very first fanfic I ever wrote many years ago. Because of this, it's not one I would particularly recommend reading. All you really need to get caught up to this one is this little summary: Ginny ended up back at Hogwarts in the time of the Marauders. She ended up marrying Remus Lupin and getting knocked up (which resulted in a little girl named Cassie), got sent back to her own time, eventually reconciled with Remus there, and lived happily ever after for a couple years. You are now caught up. You are, of course, welcome to read 'A Ring of Emerald Jewels' if you feel so inclined; just know that I know it's not that great :)

Chapter 1- Again

"Momma! Momma, come see what I found!"

Ginny groaned and reluctantly opened one eye, raising a hand to shade her face where she lay on the blanket. A warm, salty breeze blew, and the beach was relatively full. Remus was off on Order business, and Cassie had begged to come play in the water. Since they had arrived three hours ago, however, the little girl had gone nowhere near the water. She was quite content, it appeared, to sit and dig in the sand.

Hermione laughed from her place under the beach umbrella.

"Don't laugh," Ginny sighed, looking around for her daughter. "I was almost asleep."

Hermione smiled. "Oh, the joys of motherhood. Do you want me to take her down for ice cream or something? You look really tired; you could use the rest."

Ginny shook her head no. "That's okay. What did you find, Cassie?"

"It's pwetty," the girl replied from a short distance away, obviously oblivious to the fact that she hadn't answered her mother's question.

"I'll be there in a second, sweetie. Be careful with it."

Hermione watched her friend carefully. "Are you sure you're okay? You've been looking really tired since your birthday party." She grinned. "You're not getting old, are you?"

Ginny swatted at the older woman and she lazily rose to her feet. "I'm only 20, thank you very much. That's young compared to you."

Hermione just leaned back in her chair again, and Ginny shifted her gaze back to the little girl toddling toward her, holding her treasure up for inspection. Ginny's heart stopped.

"Oh my god." Ginny shaded her eyes and peered at her daughter, squinting at the small hourglass clutched tightly in her hands. "No."

"Gin?" Hermione pushed up her sunglasses, frowning at her friend. "What's the matter?"

Ginny ignored her and forced her voice to stay even, eyes frozen on her daughter. "Cassie, put that down."

The little girl kept coming, babbling excitedly, unheeding of her mother's fear-stricken words.

"Momma, it's shiny!"

Ginny tamped down a spurt of maternal anger over her daughter's disobedience and bit her cheek, desperately wishing for a good course of action to present itself. She didn't dare make a move toward her daughter; Cassie would think it was a game and run away, running the risk of spinning the Time Turner. Instead, the petrified red head stood stock-still, waiting for the small figure to walk closer.

What happened next seemed to be in slow motion. A large black dog chasing a Frisbee barreled into Cassie. The little girl, just a few feet from her mother, started to fall, the Time Turner spinning wildly in her hands. Ginny watched her daughter go down, taking an eternity to hit the ground, and dove forward, catching a small hand in her own just before the sky went black.

The first thing Ginny heard upon waking up was the sound of waves crashing onto the sand. Her eyes shot open, and she had to groan at the bright sunlight that assailed her. Squinting slightly, she laid on the sand, trying to remember what had happened.

"Momma?"

Ginny sat up like a shot, instantly alarmed that she didn't know where Cassie was. She looked around for the source of the voice, and her eyes fixed upon a very peculiar scene; it seemed to be Draco Malfoy holding her daughter and looking down at her with concern. Even in her very muddled state of mind, Ginny suspected that wasn't right.

"Are you alright?"

Now she knew it wasn't right; Draco Malfoy would never ask her that. Ginny started to stand up, but found her legs wouldn't quite support her. Cassie started to cry, and the man squatted down, releasing the little girl and looking closely at the pretty young woman she ran to.

"Are you ill?"

Ginny shook her head, feeling herself becoming steadier with each passing moment. Thinking wildly, she tried to concoct a good lie. "I- I guess I've just been in the sun a bit too long. The heat gets to me sometimes." Not to mention you look far too much like a Malfoy and you're being helpful, which is freaking me out a bit. Ginny chose to keep that second part to herself.

Despite her obviously well-rendered lie, the man didn't look convinced of her honesty as he helped her to her feet. "Is there someone I can contact for you?"

Ginny opened her mouth to say no but stopped when a flash of sunlight off something on his hand stopped her. There it was. A Slytherin serpent was engraved in gold on the ring on his middle finger. He was a Malfoy, or at least a wizard. Ginny really would've preferred that a Gryffindor happen upon her in her time of need, or maybe a Ravenclaw with an impeccable sense of timing, but she supposed a wizard was a wizard. In any event, she was feeling a bit desperate. "Actually, I've had a rather strange few minutes. Do you suppose you could get me to Hogwarts?"

The man cocked his head slightly and lowered his voice. "You're a witch?

Ginny shifted Cassie wordlessly and pulled back the edge of her shirt to reveal the end of her wand.

"No one will be at Hogwarts," the-man-who-might-be-a-Malfoy said quietly. "It's the summer holidays."

Ginny furrowed her brows, trying to figure out what to do. She had to talk to Dumbledore somehow.

"If it's Professor Dippet you're looking for, I know where he-"

Ginny shook her head, cutting him off. Professor Dippet. Meaning Dumbledore wasn't headmaster yet. Meaning she was in the past again. Bloody hell.

The-man-who-looked-so-much-like-a-Malfoy just watched her, waiting for her to say something. Ginny did so, choosing her words very carefully. "I find I'm in a bit of a… situation. A conundrum, if you will. Are you acquainted with one Albus Dumbledore? "

"We've met. He was one of my teachers when I was in school."

"Excellent." Ginny bit her lip, very aware of the fact that Cassie was listening to every word she said. "He may be able to help me with my situation. I need a way to contact him."

"You're being very vague, Miss Mysterious Redhead." The-man-who-acted-nothing-like-a-Malfoy's tone was stern but a smile was playing at the corners of his mouth. "May I at least know your name before we continue on this little adventure?"

Ginny couldn't help but smile back, albeit feeling slightly queasy as she did so about joking around with a Malfoy. "I'm Ginny Lupin. And you must be a Malfoy?"

"I see my reputation precedes me."

Cassie latched onto the word 'Malfoy' and started to comment; Ginny surreptitiously put a hand over her daughter's open mouth. "Something like that, yes."

The-man-who-was-now-confirmed-to-be-a-Malfoy held out his hand. "Well, Miss Lupin, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Xavier Malfoy."

Cassie wormed her mouth out from underneath her mother's hand. "Mrs! She's married to my daddy."

"Mrs.?" Xavier's smile only widened. "Well, this will be an adventure."