Note: So again with the lack of updating. I thought after my basketball "season" was over that I would have more time to write. That didn't happen. First: My team lost every game we played. It was absolutely humiliating. Second: My family is going through somethings right now. My grandmother has been diagnosed with breast cancer. She also has mild dementia. They caught the cancer early, but nothing is sure. She has to get an operation and then most likely chemotherapy. The doctors don't know if they can operate yet because of health concerns. So things are rough right now. I would very much appreciate prayers from any fellow Christians and even well wishes from non-Christians. I am absolutely beside myself about this, but I really wanted to get in an update for my lovely readers.

Dear Miss Granger,

We would like to confirm your appointment for you test tomorrow. Please send us a confirmation back with our owl.

-St. Mungo's

I scrawled down my confirmation and lied back down. It had been a week since my great escape.

When Ron disapparated to go kill Malfoy, he found that there were wards up on the Manor and if course he couldn't get in the gate. We went to the ministry, and an investigation has been opened, but no promises have been made.

This ring seemed to be pretty good at covering their asses by pretending not to exist. The Malfoys were questioned and their Manor searched, but no evidence was found to support my claims. I offered my memories and to take Veritaserum.

I gave the ministries all of my memories surrounding the ordeal. They have had no success locating the slavery ring and the Malfoys were arrested and are awaiting trial. Their claim is that memories can always be tampered. The official trial is this weekend. Three days from now. Two days after my appointment to find out if I am pregnant with the spawn of Satan.

I really shouldn't call my baby that if I am pregnant. I know. A baby would be half me after all, but at the same time it would be half Satan. Product of Satan would be more appropriate because it wouldn't insinuate that my baby was a spawn. Spawn just sounds too evil.

Of course, if I am pregnant I will never know what my baby would be like. I have already decided that I would put it up for adoption. I wouldn't be able to live with a constant reminder of my "time" at Malfoy Manor or of Draco Malfoy.

I was broken out of my babble by Ron standing in front of me looking nervous and with red cheeks that rival the flaming color of his hair.

"Mione?"

"Yes, Ronald?"

"I....." "I st....." "What I am trying is to say is that things haven't gone the way they should have."

"That goes without saying I believe, Ron."

"Well, other than the last year. I think the last three years have been all off. What I mean is that things between us.... meaning that we didn't... things weren't right... no I don't mean. I mean.-"

"Spit it out, Ron. What is it?"

"I still- I still love you, Mione- as more than just friends."

"You have got to be kidding me, Ron. You broke up with me because you decided we were only suited as friends."

"I thought maybe that was what things were supposed to be, but when you left I was beyond broken. I missed you so much and realized that things are supposed to be romantic between us."

He moved toward me. I had been so heart-broken when he broke up with me and gave me the better as friends line. He leant down to where I was sitting as if to try to kiss me. I pulled away.

"Ron, you can't sting me along like this. First, we passionately kiss during the final battle. Then you declare undying love for me. A year later you say we're better as friends. Six months later you say that it is too awkward to be friends. Now you want to be my boyfriend again? What is wrong with you? Haven't I been through enough?!?!?!?"

I got up and stormed out.

It was tomorrow. Or well more accurately today. My appointment.

I swallowed the potion. Shudders.

Not those again.

My stomach began to glow, to any muggle this would appear strange, but for pregnancy test potion, it was completely normal.

It would take 3 minutes to activate and turn color. Pink for pregnant with a girl. Blue for pregnant with a boy. Yellow for no pregnancy.

I could feel the sweat boiling up inside me. My hair was standing on end. I was more nervous than ever before in my life. I didn't know if I could handle the news. I felt nauseous and not that isn't an effect of the potion. It's just nerves.

My damn nerves.

I suddenly felt hot tear rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't handle this. If I was pregnant, it was going to mean giving up my baby. My baby. But the only thing more painful than giving it up, would be to see Malfoy in it every day. Shudders.

Damn shudders.

Three minutes were up. I looked down.

Blue.

I couldn't contain the sob that over came me. The crying, the bawling, the yelling, all just bubbled over.

I was pregnant with Draco Malfoy's son.

I got back to Grimmauld Place after my appointment. I knew Ginny was eager to find out if I was pregnant or not. Or well I should say more anxious than eager really. A common gramatical mistake though. Not the time.

"So.? Product of Satan or safe-zone?"

"Product of Satan." I said dejectedly.

She ran over and hugged me. I hadn't discussed anything really with her ir anyone. I suppose that she thought I was going to keep it, but how could I?

"We will have a bedroom/nursery set up right away."

"Ginny, I'm not keeping him."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to put him up for adoption. I can't raise a child that every time I look at I would be reminded of the worst year of my life. Being abused. I couldn't handle it."

"Oh."

That was all she said. She just stared blankly. I was unsure of what to do. I didn't realize she expected me to keep him.

"Mione, you know we would help. I know how desperately you want to be a mom someday. So this boy is unplanned, but why give up the chance at motherhood?"

"Because, Ginny, I couldn't look at my son without horror most likely. Did you know children are more likely to look like their fathers in the early stages of life. Could you imagine not being able to hold your son without crying out in horror or wishing he never existed?"

"I suppose you're right, but promise me you will think about it."

"Ginny, I-"

"Just think about it, Mione."

"I'll think about it. I probably won't though. I-"

"Just think. Weigh all sides of the equation. Would it be more painful to see a bit of Malfoy in your son or to never know what he ends up like. Maybe he will be intelligent or handsome or exactly like you. You will never know if you give him up."

"Gin, stop with the guilt trip! Okay. Just stop! You don't know what this is like." I began to cry. She ran over and hugged me.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "You're right. I don't know what it's like. I just can't imagine-" She stopped when it made me cry louder and harder. I just couldn't hold anything in anymore.

The last year's torture. The events with Ron form before that. Everything that ever caused me pain I cried about that night.

Nothing was hidden. I told Ginny everything through my sobs. For a year, I had had not one to talk to or cry to about my problems whether new or old. I never had healed form the problems with Ron.

Something as simple as crying was the beginning to healing.

So there you go! An actual real chapter completed! Cheers everyone! So next chapter will have the trial in it. Thoughts anyone?