(Neville POV)

Things had changed over the years, but not by much.

Draco and I no longer had a reason to have an alarm clock. At 6 AM, on the dot, the twins would run in to wake us up, usually resulting in at least one knobby little knee to the balls for me and a pair of scabbed up little elbows to the throat for Draco. Once we recovered, the twins having long run off, Clementine would make her way in our room, sniffling pitifully, alerting us to her "accident." Draco would give me a quick kiss before scooping her up, promising her that it was okay and that we weren't upset, and running off to clean her bed and to start running her a bath while I got dressed and checked on Toby.

This morning, as usual, Blaise, Harry, and Ron had come over for coffee before work. I greeted the three, smiling as I gently bounced Toby in one arm, the other holding his bottle to his mouth.

"Good morning." Blaise smiled, gently ruffling Toby's dark hair.

"Good morning." I replied. Jerking my head towards the coffee maker, I said, "Coffee's already made. You guys know where the mugs are."

I heard the pad of tiny feet and turned to see Clem, her dark curls still wet, walking into the kitchen, her dark eyes shy, even around her uncles.

"Morning, Sweet Pea." I smiled as she hugged my leg tightly, her little mouth stretching in a yawn.

"Mornin', Papa."

Suddenly a scream and an awful crash sounded from the back of the apartment, making us all jump to attention. However, before any of us could really react, Lila and Lance came sprinting through the kitchen buck naked.

The volume of our laughter didn't quite cover Draco's roar of, "You little MONSTERS!" as he came running after them, soaking wet, his clothes clinging to his body, his hair plastered to his head and dripping.

"They push you in the tub again?"

Draco gave me a withering look but didn't respond as he went running after the two blondes. It was only moments before he cried out, "Oh MERLIN! NEVILLE! HELP!"

I chuckled, handing out the slightly squirming Toby to Harry as Blaise scooped Clementine into his arms, planting a kiss on the crown of her head, before following the yelling.

Draco had one of the twins under his arm and was trying to drag the other out from under the couch with his free hand.

"You two are taking a bath! You didn't take one last night so you have to take one this morning!"

Without a word, I lifted the couch up slightly with one hand grabbed Lila with the other, holding her tightly as she began to scream and squirm.

We dragged them into the bathroom and deposited them into the tub where they sat with their pale arms crossed and their bottom lips poked out.

"No fair." They grumbled.

Draco sighed, turning to me. "Thank you, you big hunk-a-man."

I leaned down, pushing his platinum blonde hair out of his face before pressing my lips to his. "I'll put Toby in his walker and bring him and Clem in here with you guys."

"Alright." He smiled, kissing me again. "I love you."

"I love you, too, baby."

(Harry's POV)

It seems like after working at the same place, in the same office, for so long, that we would get sick of our jobs. But we didn't. None of us did. Though I'm sure all of us would rather stay at home in bed with our significant others and our beautiful children, I think all of us were pretty content.

I poked my head in Neville's office and laughed, seeing the piles and piles of paperwork on his desk.

"What is all of this?"

"Azkaban." He grumbled.

A little less than a week ago, there had been an attempted breakout at the prison. The prisoners were locked back up, but there were so many searches that needed paperwork and the forms for all the new charms set on the place. Poor Neville got stuck with it all.

He laid down the paper before rubbing his temples, giving me a tight smile. "Did you need something?"

"Yeah, actually. Shacklebolt called a meeting. Ten minutes."

"Great."

(Next Part)

It was strange that not everyone had been called in. It was just me, Neville, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle. Ron hadn't been alerted. If we were being given a new assignment, Ron definitely would've been involved. So none of us had a clue why we were there.

Shacklebolt had been silent, fumbling his words, like he was trying to find the right way to say what he was trying to say.

"Azkaban is… taking stricter measures after the attempted breakout."

"Oh, please don't tell us you're going to ask us to be guards." Blaise sighed, sinking in his seat.

"No. It's… the prisoners that made the attempt were found to have been using magic to get out of their cells. They think that someone – someone that had made a visit or got into the prison some other way – could have given them a wand or an incantation or something to use."

"Any leads?"

"No. None. But it had to have been someone with the ability for Dark Magic. Two of the guards had been hit with a spell that we've only seen once – from the Death Eaters. During the war."

"So we're going to interrogate the convicted Death Eaters?" I asked, already dreading it.

"Once again, no." He sighed. "That measures already been taken. And we found nothing."

"Why have we not been alerted about this?" Neville asked, brow furrowed. "I've been on this since it happened."

"What's going on is very confidential. We don't want to start a panic."

"Well what's the next step?"

"We are going to interrogate those who have or had any affiliation with the Death Eaters."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"Wait." Crabbe said, anger evident in his eyes. "You don't mean-,"

"We will have to interrogate you two." He sighed, addressing Crabbe and Goyle. "As well as you Blaise. And we'll have to speak to Pansy, Draco, and Daphne as well."

"This is ridiculous!" Neville suddenly boomed. "You know as well as I do that Lucius Malfoy was a spy for the Light! Draco fought on our side for Merlin's sake! He almost died to save me!"

"It's just a precaution, Neville." Shacklebolt looked exhausted.

"And why are Daphne and Pansy a part of this?" I snapped. "They don't have an affiliation with the Death Eaters at all! Their parents weren't even accused!"

"With parent's loyalties were questionable." It sounded like he had read this somewhere, like he was just reciting something. "I'm sorry. But they're my orders and now their yours.

"You're significant others have already received notice of when their interrogations will be. Blaise, yours will be tomorrow. Eight o'clock. Vincent, you'll be after him, then Draco will be after that. The rest will be on later days."

"This is ridiculous." Neville spat again, standing from his seat and storming out.

"Just make things go smoothly." Shacklebolt begged us. "It's just a precaution."

(Neville POV)

I stood in the bathroom doorway, watching Draco give Clementine a bath the next morning. He was pulling faces at her – crossing his eyes, sticking out this tongue, gnashing his teeth – before smiling brightly at her as she giggled hysterically.

When I had gotten home from work the previous night, I had found Draco sitting in a chair in the kitchen, his knees pulled to his chest, tears slipping down his cheeks. His notice of his interrogation sat on the table.

"Malfoy's not a very popular name with the Ministry, even if we didn't do anything wrong." He had whimpered as I took him in my arms. "What if they try to say that I did something? What if they take me to Azkaban? M-my babies won't understand. They won't…" He had trailed off into sobs, shaking harshly. I had just held him tighter, promising that everything was okay, telling him what Shacklebolt had told us – it's just a precaution.

"And your name isn't Malfoy." I had said with a smile. "You're name's Longbottom. The same as a seasoned Auror who's taken down many wanted criminals both with and without teams. The same as your four beautiful children. You're going to be fine baby."

He hadn't responded.

We took the kids to the Burrow to stay for the day, until Draco's interrogation was over. They were promising the same things I was, but it didn't seem to mean much to Draco. He was terrified.

He had asked for alone time with the kids before we left. He hugged the twins for five minutes apiece, kissing the crowns of both of their heads. He had held Clementine, whispering sweetly to her. I couldn't hear a word he had said, but Clementine had looked worried, like she knew the loving words were like a goodbye.

But it was when he had held Toby that my heart broke. He was singing him a soft lullaby – "Baby Mine" – and Toby had fallen asleep in his arms. He had handed him off to Molly, but then quickly snatched him back and had lost him composure completely, bursting into wracking sobs. He had held the now crying baby tightly, trying to soothe him, but couldn't stop his own sobbing.

I had taken Toby from him and handed him back to Molly, telling Draco we had to go and, just for a split second, he hated me. I could see it in his eyes. But I knew it was just his emotions reaching their peak.

Now the two of us sat in the room outside the interrogation room, our fingers intertwined, and Draco was shaking like a leaf. He hadn't spoken a word to me since I had made him give Toby back to Molly.

"Baby, everything's going to be okay."

"But what if it isn't?" He snapped. "What if they put me in prison? What if Graham and Val find me in there and decide get what they feel they deserve?"

After all these years, Draco still had nightmares about the two of them. He would wake in a cold sweat, sometimes screaming, always crying. They had been getting worse here lately.

The door opened and Crabbe stepped out. He looked tired but content other than that.

"It's fine, Dray." He promised, ruffling the blonde's hair. "They just ask a few questions. Where were you on this date and this time. Do you know the prisoners that attempted escape on a personal level. That sort of thing."

"Who tried to escape?"

"They wouldn't say. They just wanted to see my reaction, I guess."

Draco nodded, swallowing thickly.

"Everything's fine." Crabbe promised, giving him a gentle smile. "Just don't freak out."

He just nodded once again before pressing a long, sweet kiss to my lips.

"I love you." He whispered, his lips trembling, his eyelashes wet with tears.

He walked into the room without giving me a chance to respond.

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Oh, Lord, I'm sorry! I haven't updated in so long! I've wanted to, really I have, but I am so exhausted here lately.

I'm going to start trying to update at least once every weekend again. I really am sorry:(

And how would you guys feel about a prequel to this series? How the war went down, starting from where Draco and Val broke up? Let me know what you think :)

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