Chapter Ten

Sour Ending

It was a sea of red and blonde that stood before the grave. Harry stood at the head, holding an infant in his arms as he looked at the grave of his late wife. His daughter held one of his hands and Terrence held Yvette's hand. The infant, Bonnie, shifted in her father's arms.

Draco bundled his children away as his wife went to Harry's side. He wanted to go as well, but they both agreed that he wasn't Harry's favorite person.

Ginny hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder. Harry looked back at her then returned his gaze to the grave.

"I miss her."'

"I know you do."

"I want her back."

"I know."

"She was my everything."

Ginny bit her lip. "Not everything, Harry. You still have your kids."

Harry looked at the bundle in his arms with disgust. "They took my Collette."

"Harry, don't do this." Ginny insisted.

"Do what, Ginny? Accept the truth?" He looked at his children.

"Don't blame them for God's decision."

Harry eyed her scornfully. "You still believe that God protects us all?"

"Of course I do."

"You would. God abandoned us during the war. Why would he bother coming back now?"

Ginny slapped Harry. "Fuck you, Potter. You want to ruin your life? Go ahead. You want to drown yourself in self fucking pity? Be my guest. But these children are still my god children. I will be damned if I let you destroy them."

She took Bonnie from his arms, taking Yvette's hand as well.

"Come get them when you grow up."

With a crack, Ginny disapperated, leaving Harry staring at the grave of his wife.

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Ginny was sobbing when she reached the Malfoy Manor. Draco rushed to her, taking Bonnie and sending Yvette gently off to play with her not-quite-cousins.

"Darling? What is it?"

"That idiot!" Ginny sobbed. "That bloody idiot! He just can't stand it!"

Draco wrapped his arms around Ginny. "It's not over, is it?"

Ginny shook her head. "With any luck Harry will figure out he still loves his kids before long and be back for them. He may never speak to us again, but as long as he takes care of those kids, I don't give a damn."

Draco kissed his wife. Their baby, a boy, they had found out, kicked in her stomach. Somehow, Draco knew everything would work out.

(A/N: soooo should I do another sequel? I'd like to focus on the kids if I do. Let me know!