SO CLOSE to five reviews. But whatever, I'm too much of a wimp to stick to those guns, anyway. The reason why I chose Alexander as the baby's name is that whenever I picture an adult Draco Malfoy, I picture Alexander Skarsgard, who is a COMPLETELY DROP DEAD FUCKING GORGEOUS actor. I swear, his face will instantly improve your day. And that voice…. Wow, I'm getting sidetracked. On to chapter 2!

(But seriously, go look him up.)

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I wasn't entirely sure which one of us was more drunk.

"Here we are," I said, fumbling with the latch on the garden gate. It took a few tries, but eventually I managed to open it and stumble inside. I held it open for Draco, but when I turned back to him, he wasn't following me, but merely standing there, swaying slightly on the spot, Alexander's basket floating gently next to him.

"Something wrong?"

He gave me a doubtful look. "This is where you live?"

As I gazed up at my home, I could see why he hesitated. To most unsuspecting passerby, the lot held the same destroyed old house that people had been coming to Godric's Hollow to visit for decades. It was only when you expected to see something different there that, like with number 12 Grimmauld Place, you could see the true building.

My first action after the war had been to return to Godric's Hollow. It was the place where it all began, and I'd never really gotten the closure I desired from the place. So I thought, how appropriate it would be if I, like a phoenix, rose from the ashes of my past and created a new life for myself here, in this near-sacred place. Hermione had helped me- as usual- and together we'd rebuilt my childhood home into an exact replica of what it once was. Every detail, from the furniture to the photographs, reflected the home of my parents from all those years ago. The same place that stood as a monument to their extraordinary love for me, for each other, and for what was right.

Ginny has always thought it was a little morbid.

"Here," I said to Draco. "Grab my hand, it'll help you see through the enchantment."

He stepped inside the gate and obediently took my hand, his skin clammy against mine. I heard him gasp and knew he now saw the real building. "Come on," I said, dropping his hand as I moved towards the house.

I was barely in the door when Kreacher came bounding up to me. "Is Master able to get up the stairs tonight, or should Kreacher make up a bed down here?" His wide eyes were sad, and I felt a mixture of shame for putting Kreacher through this so often- and embarrassment that Malfoy had probably just heard that.

"I'm fine, Kreacher," I said hastily, not honestly knowing whether that was true or not. "We have company," I hastened to add.

Kreacher's eyes moved past me, towards the doorway where Malfoy and his bundle stood. An expression of shock crossed his face as recognition dawned. "But this is Miss Cissy's son, Master's enemy!" he gasped. "Master must not let him in, Master must not trust him!"

"Kreacher, no, it's alright!" I cleared my throat, looking from the confused elf to the abashed man. "Draco isn't my enemy anymore, and I've invited him to stay with us, alright?"

Unconvinced, Kreacher kept his eyes on Draco even as he gave a bow. "Very well, Master. Kreacher will prepare the guest room," he said, turning to leave.

"Actually," I said, "I'll need you to make up the crib, too." Kreacher looked confused. "Mister Malfoy has a baby with him, Kreacher, who needs looking after. Can you do that?"

Kreacher turned his eyes to the basket. "It has been a very long time since Kreacher has taken care of a baby…" He stepped forward and plucked the basket out of the air to peer at the baby inside. "Oh, he has Black blood in him, Kreacher can see it. He has the face of a Black, he does…" His voice trailed off, and I wasn't sure whether he'd been talking to us, or if he'd gone back to his old ways of muttering to himself. "Kreacher will take care of the baby Malfoy," he suddenly announced, and without further ado, scurried up the stairs and out of sight with a smile on his face and a little Malfoy baby tucked securely in his bony arms.

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Short, and mostly expository, but I thought it was cute. Anyways, I miss Kreacher. After Harry stopped being an ass to him, he turned out really cute! But then Queen Rowling never really said what happened to him post-war. :/ Leave me a note? I'll be your best friend :) 3