Chapter 2: Complications

Hermione arrived at the door with little Hugo, a big grin on both of their faces. Ginny let them in. Hermione and Hugo walked into the living room. Hugo found Lily and they ran upstairs to play.

"Hey Ginny," Hermione said, laughing as she watched the two children.

"Sit down, I'll get some tea."

"Iced please, its still blazing hot outside."

Ginny walked in with two large glasses of iced tea. She gave one to Hermione, and sat down. For a few minutes, they sat silent, drinking the tea. Thoughts were rushing in both of their minds. It had been an awkward week.

"Harry's still working on the Ingrim case with Cho, he's got a few suspects."

"Interesting," Hermione said, uninterested. The two children ran downstairs, playing some game. Both Hermione and Ginny were laughing at them, which lightened the mood. A few minutes later, the happiness subsided, and Ginny looked depressed again. Hermione noticed this sadness Ginny was showing and spoke.

"Gin, what's wrong."

Ginny sighed. "I'm pregnant, again," she said miserably, "I think me and Harry forgot that I'm still in my 30s and still completely fertile. And I really, really, don't want to go through this all over again, it's just too much." She frowned.

Hermione looked at her, shocked. "How far into it are you?"

"A few months, it went by completely unnoticed, I never would've expected this, but suddenly I realised. The over-eating, the mood swings, everything was happening all over again. Oh God Hermione, I was looking forward to me and Harry having the house alone for a little while. Now that idea's out the window."

Hermione consoled her. "You would just get bored, it isn't that bad, Gin."

"You don't understand," Ginny cried, "By the time it's 11, all of the kids will be out of school! There's a huge gap!"

"Don't worry about it Gin, I'm sure you'll work it out."

Harry and Cho, partnered on the same case, sat in a cafe, papers covering the table.

"I'm stumped," Cho said, "We have no grounds to interrogate any of these suspects. No grounds."

Harry sighed. "There has to be something that links these people to a motive for killing Tyrkit Ingrim, something."

"I'm tired," Cho said, "I've got enough problems with the divorce and everything to worry about this clueless case. I'm telling Oliver we're closing it."

Harry and Cho cleaned up the table, putting everything in the folders.

"I hear your James and my Laura have become friends," Cho said, trying to break the silence.

"Indeed."

They chuckled, and disapparated to the Aurors office of the Ministry.

Transfiguration class was no longer boring, James thought, now that Laura let him sit with her and her friends. Laura had her face buried in her book, her friends the same. James spent the class staring at her, when he felt a sudden slap on the knuckles. The Headmistress glared at him.

"Mr. Potter, save it for the common room."

Everyone in the class laughed. James turned red.

"Now, class, I have these novels, quite boring looking. Hardcover, and black. Your homework, which will count as a project grade, will be to make the book look good...using magic, not crayons. You will not be graded on artistic ability, only the time and effort that is put into the new cover. Dismissed."

James eyed his friends, and then eyed Laura and her friends. He turned his back on his friends and walked away with Laura.

Harry opened the door. It was evening, the sun was starting to go down. As the door opened, he heard "Daddy!" as his daughter ran up to hug him. He walked inside, sat down, and saw Ginny looking absolutely miserable.

"Ginny? What's wrong?"

Ginny looked at him, and said in a quiet voice, "Harry, I'm pregnant. Again. I'm so sorry."

Harry was shocked. "Why are you sorry?"

"I thought you would be mad."

"Why would I be mad?"

"You were so excited that we would have the house to ourselves after Lily went to Hogwarts. That won't happen now."

Harry laughed, "I swear, pregnancy messes with your emotions. I'm not mad."

Ginny sighed with relief, laughed, and hugged Harry.

"How's your case going?" she asked.

"Not good. We're stumped. We tried to close it, but Oliver won't let us. He says this case is important, it is going to get a lot of publicity, which is never good because it means we'll have to rush. We're starting to interview friends tomorrow."

"Who are?"

"Draco Malfoy was his friend," he laughed, "We're starting with him, its okay though, there isn't much tension anymore."

Albus was eating breakfast in the great hall. He still didn't have many friends. He made one friend with a boy in his dorm, Jason, but that was it. However, he was slightly comforted because Rose was having trouble finding friends too, so he was able to sit with her during the classes they had together.

After breakfast, he was heading to Defense Against The Dark Arts, his favorite class. He liked that class because he was able to use a lot of magic, and not boring magic like Professor Flitwick's class. As he walked into the class, their teacher, Professor Kurnt, was fuming.

"Your exam grades were dreadful. All of you. How hard is it to do these simple things, they arent even difficult! Push a marble into a circle with your wand! Pull levers! Push buttons! This magic is easy, yet none of you can do it properly! As a...punishment...you all will have assigned seats, with people I know you don't talk to, until performance improves!"

Mutters echoed across the classroom.

"SILENCE!" Professor Kurnt screamed, putting his wand into the air, while a white blast flew into the ceiling. The sound of the blast kept the whole room quiet.

"Now, lets see...desks will be in pairs, Gryffindors will be paired with Slytherins, Ravenclaws will be paired with Hufflepuffs. Well, what are you waiting for? Find your new seats!"

He started blasting the white light at peoples bottoms until everyone was seated with their new partner. Albus knew that technique. His parents would blast him with that spell when he was misbehaving.Albus was paired with a blond boy.

"Now, students, it's time for a nice productive day!" he said very cheerfully, "I'm going to let you make up your dreadful exams with an in class essay. You will be paired with the person your sitting next to right now. The topic will be 'Using Carpe Retractum and Depulso in everyday life'. Get working".

Harry and Cho arrived at the Malfoy manor, and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" replied an old, raspy voice.

Cho spoke. "We're Aurors, wishing to askDraco Malfoy some questions about his friend, Tyrkit Ingrim."

The door opened, and Harry saw the bone white, wrinkled face of Lucius Malfoy. The door slammed in their faces. Harry was getting ready to turn around and leave when he heard another voice.

"Father, must you stick to the past? Let them in."

Draco Malfoy opened the door and nodded. Harry and Cho stepped inside. Harry was seared with horrible memories of the place. It was 19 years ago, but the memory still burned inside him . Imprisonment, Hermione's torture. Dobby's death. And yet, the house was different. It was obvious that Draco and his wife had refinished the house, it was brighter, the wallpaper was new. Draco had grown on him over the years. He really wasn't a bad person. All he wanted was a normal life, though Harry still couldn't get past the memories.

"I've been expecting you for a while now," Draco said, sadly. Harry saw a little girl looking over by the staircase. She looked about Lily's age, with long straight blond hair.

"You know about Tyrkit?" Cho asked.

"Yes, sit, there is much to be discussed."

Albus was sitting in the common room, quite pleased. He had made a new friend, Scorpius, and they received a good grade on their essay. James was sitting on the couch with his friend, Laura Burnes, and they were doing something with a book.

James laughed. "You put flowers on the cover? The book is about an ancient wizard, he didn't like flowers!" He pushed pack his straight brownish-red hair, wishing he had more gell to keep it there.

"James, the cover doesn't need to be about the book, and anyway, your 'Merlin' doesn't look like the real one. He looks like that man, Dumbledore."

An angry boy burst into the common room and started shouting at James.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSSED TO GO TO TRYOUTS TODAY!"

"I don't want to do Quidditch anymore," James said.

The boy looked shocked. "You were on the team last year."

"I don't want to do it anymore."

The boy was fuming with anger. He turned to Victoire, who was talking to another Gryffindor prefect named Kolin, batting her eyelashes.

"Tell your cousin that he's an idiot."

"What did he do?"

"He left the quidditch team."

"Not my problem. Tell him to join next year."

"Well," the boy said, "If you'd rather go study with her all effing day, go ahead. Just don't talk to me anymore." He stormed off.

James looked hurt, but Laura shrugged and said, "He'll get over it."

End of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 will jump 2 months and include the following:

a) James goes to Hogsmeade, more childish puppy-love, blah blah.

b) My favorite storyline, Harry tries to solve to solve the murder of Tyrkit Ingrim.

c) Ginny's pregnancy, Teddy Lupin introduced.

Story will be updated by 9:00pm EST.