Another chapter here! I hope you like it. I'm trying to write the story in little episodes, so I write faster than before, and it doesn't discourage me. You might notice some expressions I've got from A Serie of Unfortunate Events, and if you see anything wrong with the English, please tell me. I'm still looking for a beta so any comment will be welcome.

On the other hand, I'm thankful for every follower this story has. Last time I checked there were 23. It might be not a lot, but for me was an incredible number. 23 people who want to know what happens to these kids and their stories. And I have already got the summary of every chapter so I can say that we are getting nearer to Draco Malfoy dearest secret! I'm excited, and I already know what it's going to happen!


A Lesson

Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall had reunited with her headmasters to suffocate the fights that were happening at the school. Students from every house where both in the infirmary and punished. McGonagall had not seen houses' colors so mixed since the day after she announced Filch was not a caretaker anymore. After talking with her team, she could not help but notice that Lily Luna Potter was in every gossip the teachers replayed. If she would send an owl, the end of this story might be happier, but she chose a flu call, and Harry and Ginny Potter found themselves in the Headmaster office before Hogwarts domestic elves began to cook lunch.

The office had little changed as it still got the previous Headmaster's portraits holding on walls. Instead of a Fenix, there was a prominent and brown owl, with colorless feathers and tired eyes. Harry wondered if all the Headmasters' pets showed the tiredness of their owners' position.

"I do not call you to talk about your elder son, not this time; but to let you have a chat with Lily in person." She stopped, and Ginny rose her eyebrow "Well, you should talk to James too."

It seemed a good idea until they could not find the girl. She had vanished, and the panic got more significant when they realized Albus was neither at gaze.

"I swear I don't know anything" James almost shouted at his parents.

He kept the distance between himself and his parents and tried to avert their eyes. What could happen? Was it his fault? He could say something when Lily was chosen, couldn't he? Just a greeting or a what's up… But he did not. He now replayed all the situations he found himself into during the last week, and most of them were fights. He answered with punches and kicks to defend his family honor, or at least, that was what he thought he was doing. He sighed. If Teddy was still there… He was an altar boy in every aspect, but his bits of advice used to work. He tried to hold himself together, but when his eyes meet his mothers', he could not help but showed a pained expression on his face and stared at his own feet.

"Could you wait for us outside, James, please?" McGonagall asked him politely. She needed to talk with the Potter as soon as possible, but she did not want any rumors to be spread. Also, she suspected that if Albus had already disappeared, there would be another student who ran away from Hogwarts.

"I thought you knew she was here," Harry said with a strained voice.

"It's not exactly like that" Ginny replied; she understood Harry's frustration, but she was not going to feel that the guilt was only hers. "I sent an owl this very morning when we finally got ridden of the other owls, and then, we got the flue message. There was not time enough to get her answer, so I don't know whether she got it".

The three adults looked garbled at each other. Harry felt now the worry Mr., And Mrs. Weasley could feel every time he or his misadventures pushed his friends into danger. The good thing was that, with Voldemort gone, it did not seem like a deathly danger. The wrong side, however, was that after ten peaceful years, some security measure had been stopping use.

"Do you still have the magic detector for minors? "Harry asked remembering the unfair trial he had to face once.

"It's not ours, but the Ministry. And if we used it the seriousness of the issue would scale more that we want. I rather the new director of the Daily Prophet doesn't know anything about this".

Ginny and Harry looked at their former teacher, and she realized they do not know what she was talking about.

"I thought you knew..." she slippered

"I stop reading the Daily Prophet when I was still here " Ginny confessed.

"Who is…? "Harry asked but somehow his brain already knew it.

To be honest, he had never been a fan of that newspaper because on the contrary one could expect after discovering the rich culture wizard world had, they seemed really unprofessional on how to deliver the news. More than an independent newspaper, the Daily Prophet seemed to be the Daily Ministry Voice. It worked like that until recently, he realized, when the Daily Prophet journalist stopped writing about the virtues, original families had and began to address to the most naughty details of both popular and unpopular people's lives. Now that Harry thought about that, some words were even familiar…

Also, it was a Daily Prophet journalist who published the Hogwarts Selection Ceremony of this year, with every rumor and gossip, not confirmed but acclaim as reliable sources, or with expressions as "clues that made us believe...". Neither Harry nor Ginny had read the newspaper that week, but they had to fight against every reporter that had appeared in their house looking for an exclusive interview.

"She was Rita Skeeter" McGonagall sighed "Am I right if I believe you still remember her?"

Ginny gasped, and Harry closed his eyes. Of course, he remembered her and his useless and frustrating efforts to not being in her spot at all costs. Hermione had helped with that, partly because the girl was tired of having a stalker who loved to gossip about her and her private life. During a while, she was calm and then she reached the greatest reward thanks to the article she had written about Dumbledore. Now she had become the director of the most read wizard's newspaper, and Harry knew she was the leat person he wanted to be aware of his children running away.

"And how will do it? We can't wait until they come back or being caught?" He asked.

"We might wait for the owl, at least" Ginny answered. "The good thing about owls is that they find you wherever you are."

Harry opened his eyes: that was it!

"Or we could send another one and follow her. What? Is a bad idea?" He asked.

"No… it's a good one" McGonagall said. "A bit rudimentary, but it doesn't mean it won't work."

They chose two owls more since they did not want to call attention to them. In a minute, Ginny came back to Grimmauld Place and took the invisibility cloak. For a moment, she felt like the old times, when they had to save people against everyone knowledge. This time, the difference will be that McGonagall will not take points off Gryffindor since none of the kids were from that House.

The plan seemed perfect in its simplicity. However, one thing is that two owls got inside a crowded building looking for a specific person and alighted in her arms (an event that could arouse in hundreds of questions about falconry and a cosplay show contest). Another thing is that an average woman with a domestic elf at her back could ride a broom below a ceiling full of cables, bolts, and wires holding screens, posters and even colorful Chinese lanterns. When the Keeper of the Holyhead Harpers dodged every obstacle that kept the Potter siblings from their punishment and found them playing a dancing game opposite of a screen with lots of arrows here and there, big and small, in different colours, popping and disappearing, she could not help but stop her hunt and stared at them.

They were having fun.

Lily had taken her cousin's hands and was jumping on a platform that had four arrows, one in each direction. From her spot, Ginny could distinguish the upturned face of Lily; her raised cheekbones and her rapid dialogue as she talked with her brother. There he was, between Lily and the son of Draco Malfoy. Ginny had only seen Malfoy dancing once, and it was in the Christmas Ball during the Three Wizards Torn. He had been gracious and elegant, sober and meticulous in every step as if he was preparing a potion instead of dancing. His son, however, looked like he did not know what he was doing and, more important, he did not even care. He moved with fluid movements, spontaneously and relaxed. The four of them wore Hogwarts ropes, but nobody gave them stranged stares. All over the place, there were costumes of all kinds, and the kids seemed to mix with them flawlessly. She landed near them but did not take the invisibility cloak off.

"I need to stop!" Matilda claimed after raising her hand as a surrender.

"That means we win..." Albus sang

"Come on..." Lily played her poppy eyes for her

"I'm sorry, I can't… You guys are insatiable."

"You are the one who showed us this place" Scorpius reply "I bet you're now regretting it."

"That'll never happen. Even if we got punished for this" Matilda said.

"I agree with you. It's the best day since Hogwarts began." Lily confessed, and Ginny's heart jumps in her chest.

She decided it was the moment to step closer and covered her broom with her husband cloak.

"In that case, it is the moment to come back."

"Oh my!" Matilda exclaimed with wide eyes.

The children faces were red, but Ginny could not say if it were because she caught them or because they were tired. She rather not having a conversation there, so she commanded the domestic-elf to take care of Scorpius and Matilda first. It happened in a blink. Both kids were gone, and she stood alone in front of her son and daughter.

"I'm sorry."She spoke softly.

Lily wanted to answer with anger, with shouts and rage, but the time she spent jumping, playing and dancing (apart of flying from the very morning) got her exhausted. She nodded.

"It's okay" She reply although it was not okay.

"No, it's not." Ginny smiled with comprehension "But I hope you could forgive me, us, to not be as brave as you were."

She patted her head, and after a second, Lily found herself in her mother's arms, crying like a baby. Albus, in front of them, looked at her.

"Are you not mad?" He asked.

"Should I?"His mother asked as an answer.

"I don't know. We run away… but we just… wanted to help."

"Have you learned something from this? I assure you I have."

Albus took a moment to respond to that. Now that he stopped moving, he could notice that his breaths were slow and calm as if everything was just as it should be. For a day, he did not want to be in any other place; he did neither think about past or future issues; he just enjoyed the day with his sister, his best friend, and his cousin. He enjoyed a day full of games where it did not matter if you were a muggle born who had been defeated by an old wizard family descendant at a muggle game because they were friends and friendship was over blood and status. Whether he learned it that day or he already knew it, Albus did not know.

"I think I've done it..." He answered.

Lily stepped back, dried up her tears and looked at her mom. There was still something important to discuss.

"Are you not going to punish us?"

"No, I don't think so. We had to come back to school flying, however, and tomorrow you two will go to class even if you are tired because of this." She explained to them without a smile.

"Why?" Lily asked and checked herself as quickly as she could "Not the class part."

"Because you were at school when you did it and I think McGonagall has already thought of a punishment for you all. I think one punishment is enough for today" Ginny explained.

"And what about Scorpius and Matilda? "Albus inquired

"I don't know, honey," Ginny said while she and the kids left the recreation center and got nearer the little forest that was behind it. "McGonagall has to call Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Dursley to talk with them."

With a kick, she jumped on her broom and went high in the sky. Albus and Lily followed her, as they always did in her pieces of training. They knew how to keep their mother's track in the middle of the night, even when the only light they had were the stars or the moonlight. The only clouds were in Albus mind. He was right and convinced about what he learned: that friendship was over blood or status, but he did not know what Matilda and Scorpius could think about that, not when none of them shared the other type of blood. At least, that he knew.