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"Jonathan! It's time to get up!" Ginny yelled up the stairs to her son.
"Jonathan!" she called again when he didn't answer.
"Okay, okay…I'm her mum…no need to shout." Said the sleepy boy walking down in his pajamas.
"Sorry sweetheart but I really don't want you to be late. First day of school you know."
"Yes mum, I know. I've only done it …what? Two billion times?"
"Oh, don't be smart with me." Ginny said with a grin, swatting him lightly on the head.
"Ouch! Now I've got to go get dressed before I'm beaten to death." Jonathan said with a smirk.
"Oh don't even try and pretend that hurt!" Ginny called after him, as he ran to his room.
Ginny was a strong woman, but she would never hurt her son. She loved him t much. She smiled thinking back on his childhood. Ginny had raised him herself, ever since he was little. And now he was 16 years old, and she could barley believe it. Jonathan had and would be attending Mayfield's school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a different kind of Wizarding School, and more like a muggle high school. Although Ginny had originally wanted him to go to Hogwarts, she had decided it would be best if he went somewhere not so many people would recognize him. And she was glad that she got to see him everyday. She didn't know how her mum had survived letting all her children be gone for some time. She almost wished she could ask her mother, but unfortunately, that would bring more questions than answers.
No one really knew about him, even her family. Ginny had cut herself off from her family al long time ago. She hadn't wanted to answer their questions. And she didn't want them to know about the father. Jonathan looked just like Draco, blonde hair and gray eyes, tall and lean. He had Ginny's heart but his personally was his own. He acted like Draco, even though he never knew him. Draco was never discussed, Jonathan didn't know who his father was, and honestly he didn't care. His mother had been there for him for his entire life, and personally if his father didn't want him, then they didn't need him. Jonathan was very protective of his mother, ever since he was little.
He remembered her crying late at night sometimes, trying to be quiet to not wake him, but he had heard, and even as a child he had wanted to help. Ginny didn't cry so much anymore, and never in front of him. But Jonathan knew it was hard on her. She had a demanding job at the ministry, and was working a lot. Jonathan could tell it hurt her not to be home with Jonathan more and he wished she didn't have to work so much. Not for Jonathan, but for herself. She never got much relaxation time, and Jonathan thought sometimes she just needed a break. But Ginny never showed it on the outside. She was always smiling and radiant, his brave mother.
"Come on Jonathan let's go!" She said just as he was running down the stairs.
"I'm ready mum.. I'll see you tonight. Love you." He kissed Ginny on the cheek and he was out the door.
Ginny apparated to work everyday, but since they lived in a mostly muggle community, even the younger wizards drove cars.
Sure that she had locked the door (Jonathan had a key for when he got home) and turned off the lights Ginny apparated to work. But what she found there was not what she had expected.