It only took a couple of words for the police to notify them on what happened with Blaise and Ginny. It only took a couple of seconds for it happen and the impact that it'll have on their lives would be forever.

"I'm sorry." Luna's tears crashed down her eyes as soon as Molly and Arthur apparated back to London. Draco sighed, pulling her to his arms. It hasn't been a week since Blaise and Ginny were gone and yet something horrible has happened. Luna felt lost, her heart sinking. She couldn't believe that there would be no more Ginny. She didn't have a good feeling about their trip and she should have knew; she should have done something to prevent them from going. "I feel as if this is my fault."

Draco shook his head. "Why would you feel as if it's your fault?" he asked her. "You didn't even do anything."

"I had this terrible feeling that something bad was going to happen. I didn't expect them to die." She sobbed harder into his shoulder. "I should have tried harder to convince Ginny not to go."

"That's completely barbaric." He whispered. "You should get home, really." He looked down at her distressed face, eyes bloody red and nose inked with a deep shade of crimson. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked like she just rose out from the dead. She nodded her head but before the two can make their way to the isolated fireplace, a voice belonging to one of the men that informed them about the news called their names.

"Miss Lovegood?" He had a thick southern accent, auburn brown hair, and dark brown eyes. "Sir Malfoy?" Draco looked at him in the eye. "I'm sorry to interrupt but there'something you ought to know."

"You've got to be kidding me." Draco's jaw dropped. Luna froze beside him, both unsure of how to react. Here in front of them was a child of 5, with tousled blonde hair the same color as the both of them. She had the most dazzling gray eyes. When the sun glinted upon them, they turned into a cool shade of steel. She had curly full lips, with long eyelashes that she bated unconsciously every time she blinked. Draco turned to Luna and asked for an answer but to her dismay, she didn't have it. "You mean you don't know any of this?"

"There must be a mistake." She shook her head but before she could turn, the little girl clutched onto her hand and smiled heartwarmingly.

"Ginny has told me so much about you!" Her eyes were even more gorgeous when she smiled. "I'm Andrea. But Ginny and Blaise always called me Andy."

Draco eyed her suspiciously. He was never one to be fond of kids. Every time his mother talked of having grandchildren, he felt like burying a hole and hiding until she stopped to talk about other topics. Even his father often made snide comments about wanting to have some but he always ignored and pretended that he didn't hear any of it. Maybe it was because he thought he was too young to have them. Or it could just be that he enjoyed being in the prime of his mid 20's.

"You know Ginny Weasely?" he asked.

She nodded. "And you too!" she bounced from Luna to Draco, her curly waves following her every move. "Blaise told me that you don't like kids. But I begged to differ. I told him I'll prove you wrong." He noted that she had an English accent. She definitely wasn't American. And if she was, she was pretty good with pretending to be British. "But where is Mum and Dad?"

Luna and Draco exchanged glances. "Mum and Dad?"

She nodded. "Yeah, silly. Ginny and Blaise!"

"This is all so confusing." Luna rubbed her temple as Draco carried Andrea to the small cozy couch she owned. They were back now at Luna's flat with overwhelming feelings. Both their best friends died in an accident and now they were faced with having to take care of a child.

Draco set her down and murmured accio, blanket. Luna sat on her round dining table, eyeing the letter that was found on the car that Ginny and Blaise were driving. It was suppose to arrive to her the very same time they arrived, had Ginny and Blaise not been found dead. It felt as if the news hasn't sunk in yet. She felt apathetic.

Suddenly, she felt a wave of sadness. Her best friend was gone and part of her felt as if she was the blame. "I tried to stop her, you know." There was a crack of her voice and Draco's eyes lowered, nodding. "I mean, I didn't have a good feeling about their trip. And I-" She tried to speak but she only choked on her words. "I just feel so overwhelmed." Draco sighed, standing beside her and patting her head. She flicked his hand away and instead buried her head on the crook of his neck.

"Sleep, dear. Matters of the heart are always sunnier in the mornings."