Disclaimer- Myrna, James, and Braeden are mine, the rest belong to JK
Rowling. The plot is mine and I hope you like it!
Dumbledore extended his arms over his head, his eyes sweeping the rubble. So many smiling faces! For the first time in 5 years, the bodies on the ground faded into the back of their minds and all you could see was the seemingly endless sea of smiling faces. "We have won!" he yelled.
The crowd of haggard, dirty looking witches and wizards cheered. The smiles on their faces were so luminous that Dumbledore wasn't sure if it wasn't them that lit up the night sky.
"We did it! We did it!" he yelled again, scarcely believing the words coming out of his, tears falling down his face.
Husbands grabbed their wives, boyfriends their girlfriends, mothers and fathers, their children. No eye in the house was left dry.
Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny stood in the front, not letting themselves believe what was happening. As realization dawned on Hermione, she threw her arms around Ron's neck. "It's over Ron, it's really over. Isn't it great Harry?" she asked, turning her face to him. The grin on her face faded when she saw him crouching on the ground next to a very pregnant Ginny. She was gasping from pain. In a second, Ron was kneeling next to her.
They picked her up and rushed her to the medi-wizard tent. The Weasleys quickly followed as Dumbledore jumped nimbly from the stage. Sirius and Remus hurried, fast behind.
2 days later, Ginny slept, her sweaty red locks lying around her in matted rivers of red. Two small babies lay in her arms. Harry sat, gazing at his new family. Ginny, his wife; James, his first born; and Myrna, his daughter. He had named his son after both of his grandfathers, James Arthur Potter, and his daughter after her paternal grandmother and maternal great- grandmother- Myrna Lily Potter.
Meanwhile, deep in the underground, another baby was slumbering in its mother's arm. Braeden Malfoy lay under the gaze of his father's sharp eyes. Draco sat on the chair beside the bed, reading the last letter his master had left him before his demise.
My devoted servant,
I know you have impregnated one of my slaves as I ordered. In the first hour of it's birth sprinkle this on its head. You know what my intent is. If you do not go one with my orders, Potter will prevail against our cause. Since I am gone now, your child will be the next evil lord. Master.
Draco picked up the vile; it was filled with blood-red liquid and smelled of death and evil. He picked up his son and poured the liquid over his head. After doing so he put a silencing charm over Braeden and killed the woman. He swept out of the room and traveled away into the darkness.
Dumbledore extended his arms over his head, his eyes sweeping the rubble. So many smiling faces! For the first time in 5 years, the bodies on the ground faded into the back of their minds and all you could see was the seemingly endless sea of smiling faces. "We have won!" he yelled.
The crowd of haggard, dirty looking witches and wizards cheered. The smiles on their faces were so luminous that Dumbledore wasn't sure if it wasn't them that lit up the night sky.
"We did it! We did it!" he yelled again, scarcely believing the words coming out of his, tears falling down his face.
Husbands grabbed their wives, boyfriends their girlfriends, mothers and fathers, their children. No eye in the house was left dry.
Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny stood in the front, not letting themselves believe what was happening. As realization dawned on Hermione, she threw her arms around Ron's neck. "It's over Ron, it's really over. Isn't it great Harry?" she asked, turning her face to him. The grin on her face faded when she saw him crouching on the ground next to a very pregnant Ginny. She was gasping from pain. In a second, Ron was kneeling next to her.
They picked her up and rushed her to the medi-wizard tent. The Weasleys quickly followed as Dumbledore jumped nimbly from the stage. Sirius and Remus hurried, fast behind.
2 days later, Ginny slept, her sweaty red locks lying around her in matted rivers of red. Two small babies lay in her arms. Harry sat, gazing at his new family. Ginny, his wife; James, his first born; and Myrna, his daughter. He had named his son after both of his grandfathers, James Arthur Potter, and his daughter after her paternal grandmother and maternal great- grandmother- Myrna Lily Potter.
Meanwhile, deep in the underground, another baby was slumbering in its mother's arm. Braeden Malfoy lay under the gaze of his father's sharp eyes. Draco sat on the chair beside the bed, reading the last letter his master had left him before his demise.
My devoted servant,
I know you have impregnated one of my slaves as I ordered. In the first hour of it's birth sprinkle this on its head. You know what my intent is. If you do not go one with my orders, Potter will prevail against our cause. Since I am gone now, your child will be the next evil lord. Master.
Draco picked up the vile; it was filled with blood-red liquid and smelled of death and evil. He picked up his son and poured the liquid over his head. After doing so he put a silencing charm over Braeden and killed the woman. He swept out of the room and traveled away into the darkness.