Sap warning ahead. I'll admit it's sappy, to write these scene I imagined what I'd say to my own son and hence the sap ahead. Short Chapter, only 12 pages, but posted rather fast-for me that is. Please see below for my question and review answers, please keep the reviews coming, it honestly makes me type and makes me a better writer for it.

Part 10: Mother's and their sons

Harry stood in the doorway, unable to move forward, staring at the dark haired woman on the bed. He watched as she looked to the cradle, on the other side of her, and back to him, with a warm smile. "It's true then." She said softly, her words were like music to Harry's ears and, without conscious thought; his feet moved him towards her and behind him, the door silently closed.

"Mum," the word shook and barely left his mouth. He approached her bed and into her reaching hands.

She smiled up at him and took his shaking hands. "You look like your father," she grinned, "but you do so have my eyes." She reached up, he hugged her, and the tears began to fall. She pulled back. "Oh my baby," she brushed his tears away. "Don't cry," she sniffed, "please baby don't cry. I can't stand it."

Harry sniffed back his tears, even as her long fingers wiped them away. "Lyth told me so many things," she shook her head. "I'm so sorry I won't be there for you." She wiped her own eyes. "So very sorry."

He swallowed thickly. "It's okay mum."

"No, it's not." She whispered. "Here," she pulled on his arm, "sit with me."

He sat next to her and couldn't take his eyes off her. He hugged her again and took a deep breath, committing her feel and scent to memory. He finally let her go and she brushed her fingers along his cheek. "I hear we named you Harold James Potter, Harry for short."

He nodded and she smiled impishly. "Do you like it? I could change it."

He gave her a watery smile. "I like it mum."

"I'm glad, then we'll stick with it. Thou, before I came here, we had thought to name you Neville."

Harry made a face. "Please don't."

She laughed and Harry grinned at the sound, it was, to him, the sound of perfect bells. "Then Harry it is." She stared at him, "you're perfect. Exactly what I have always dreamed of."

Harry blushed and she raised his chin with a kind finger. "Lyth has told me about you. I'm so proud of you."

He blinked. It was everything he had always wanted to hear. "Really?" He whispered, tears sliding down his face.

She nodded. "Oh yes. You're strong, brave, honest, and the things you've been through." She shook her head and wiped more of her own tears, before her eyes met his. "It's an honor to be your mother Harry Potter."

He hugged her tightly, as she said. "Your father is so proud of you. I know it and no matter where we are, we will always be watching and loving you."

"Thank you." Harry sobbed out. "I love you."

She hugged him tighter. "And we love you Harry, no matter what." He was finally able to let her go and leaned back to study her some more, his hand slipped into hers. She studied him as well, after several moments, she sighed. "I wish I could take you back with me and, well, you." She glanced to the sleeping baby in the cradle with a smile and looked back to him. "I so wish we had more time together."

"Me too." He whispered.

She smiled softly with equal measures of love and pain. "Lyth has told me something's that I must tell you before you go back." She took a deep breath. "I really wish I would remember all this when I return." She shook her head. "But it wasn't meant to be." She rubbed her fingers over Harry's hand. "You have learned that Dumbledore is far from who and what we thought."

He nodded, that was a lesson he wouldn't forget. "Yes."

"Good. Your memories aren't the only thing he moved and changed to suit his purposes. He knew of your birth, long before you were born. In fact, he has been actively plotting it for sometime." Her eyebrows drew together in thought. "It's utterly unbelievable really, all that plotting."

She shook her head and pursed her lips, while drawing her thoughts together. Harry watched her, in rapture with her every move and delighted to be with her. She finally said. "Harry, are you aware, that at one time, purebloods had prearranged marriages?" He nodded and she continued. "A young, pregnant, un-wed woman named Bravura Snape went to Dumbledore for help. She terribly afraid of what her family would do, if they found out about her pregnancy. The father of the baby was of the Black family."

Harry nodded. "Yeah mum, I heard something about that. The family found out about the affair and put her to death, but," he frowned, "no one ever mentioned a baby."

She nodded sadly. "No, they never knew she had a baby. Dumbledore was the only one who ever knew, not even the father found out about it. Dumbledore took this child and exchanged it with a muggle baby, with no one the wiser."

"The child was raised as a muggle and when the time came, the child was sent to Hogwarts. Where Dumbledore knew the child was a pureblood, but told no one, as he plotted and made sure the child didn't date anyone that was closely related, or not of pureblood. There was only one person that fit the qualifications, whose blood was strong enough to give birth to the child he had been waiting for."

She paused and shook her head in disbelief. "That muggle raised pureblood was me Harry, and the child he had been plotting for, is you."

Harry pulled away from her and met her eyes. There was no doubt that he believed her, but the magnitude of it was unbelievable. He shook his head. "The bastard." He whispered and then blushed. "Sorry mum."

She laughed and hugged him. "It's alright, I agree. I do wish I knew what happened to the child he switched me with, the little muggle girl. I hope he did well by her."

Harry doubted it, but didn't say anything. He now believed Dumbledore capable of anything.

She didn't wait for him to answer, as she studied him closely. "Harry, my darling boy," she brushed her long fingers against his cheek, he turned into them, "I know everything you've learned is a lot and I know, right now, it might seem like too much."

He nodded and stared down at his lap. "Sometimes I wonder why I bother getting out of bed at all, it just goes to shite whatever I do. I get people killed."

"Harold Potter," he yanked his head up, and she shook her head with a stern expression that he had to stop himself from smiling at, just because he was seeing it. "You are not to blame for any deaths mister. Voldemort is-Dumbledore is, and don't you forget it."

He opened his mouth, but was headed off, before he could utter a word.

"Not one word about it. I won't hear it. Lyth told me and I've seen it. You are not to blame." She grabbed his hand. "Harry, the orb wouldn't have chosen you, if you weren't a good boy. It wouldn't have chosen you, if you couldn't do this."

She looked into his eyes. "I know it seems daunting and it seems like you have no control. I know you can do this. You have the power now and because of all you've been though, the wisdom to use it well."

"You think so?" He asked her, staring at the conviction on her face.

"I know so. You're my son," she smiled then grinning added, "oh and James' of course."

"Of course." He laughed.

Molly Weasley had had enough children to easily handle a sleeping infant on one side of her and a lanky teenager on the other. Even if it was the same child, which was a new one even for her, she rubbed the boys' back. "It's alright." He wasn't crying, not making a noise, and yet, she was worried.

When he came into the room, she knew at once he was one of hers, and that Lyth hadn't been lying. All he said was mum and crawled up to sit next to her. She instinctively wrapped an arm around him, offering comfort. She knew some of the things that were to come for this child, but not all, and he had obviously seen something terrible.

After this she'd have to have a word with Lyth, whatever it was, she should be given a chance to stop it.

She didn't even know what they had named this boy, but went with the name that hadn't been on their list, but Lyth had mentioned. "Ronald-Ron, honey what is it?"

He shook his head and hugged her tightly, before leaning back. "It's ok mum." He shook his head with a sad smile. "Or it will be ok."

She nodded. "Alright," she brushed back his red hair. "All my boys are strong."

He briefly thought of Darren and shruttered then pushed the thought away. He straightened. "Yep, we are."

She continued running her fingers through his hair. "Can you tell me about it?"

Ron looked at her, brushing his eyes over her features and smiled at the love and concern in her eyes. "It doesn't matter mum. It really doesn't." And it didn't, or it least it wouldn't, even if he remembered it all, like Lyth said he would. He'd just remember people loved him. His mum and his da loved him and he wouldn't let Dumbledore control and ruin them for it. They loved him enough to break the law, laws his mother lived by and laws his father worked for.

"I love you mum."

Molly smiled. "I love you to." She cupped his chin and studied his features. "You look like your grandmother, same eyes, nose," she brushed his nose, then wrinkled her own. "You're going to be a heartbreaker."

Ron blushed.

"Ah, but there's the Weasley blush." She grinned. "Now Ron, I've been told your father and I are still living when you're from."

He quickly nodded. "Very much so."

She patted his hand. "Good." She leaned against the pillows, glanced at the infant, sleeping peacefully, and then to the boy he'd become. "I'm so proud of you."

Ron grinned. He heard it often, but every time made his chest ache with happiness.

"Lyth told me about the orb, about what you'll have to do."

Ron closed his eyes. "Mum, I know you'll be mad at me. I won't be able to help the Order."

Molly pulled the infant closer. "You're right Ron. I will be mad."

Ron frowned, hugged himself then took a deep breath, and looked to her. "I have no choice. This is what I have to do, whether you and da get mad or not."

Molly smiled at him softly. "And that, my boy, is why you'll be so good at this. That iron in your blood will see you through." She grabbed his hand, squeezing it. "Don't ever be sorry for who you are and what you have to do to put things right. Tell me," she shook her head. "The future me, why you can't help and I'll understand, but no matter how mad. We'll always love you."

"Thanks mum." Careful of the infant cradled in her left arm, he hugged her other side.

Ron had avoided looking at the infant. He just couldn't get over the fact that the infant his mum so carefully cradled was him. She saw him glance away from the blanket and looked down. "Oh Ron, you're a beautiful baby."

She angled the blanket, so he could look, instead he glanced away, "Mum stop! It's just to weird."

She smiled, but leaned back with the infant, thankfully out of his viewing. "It's all very weird Ron. I went into labor this morning, all very normal, now here I lay with both my infant and my teenage son, the same child I might add. Only to be told my son isn't even a wizard anymore, but something else. Yes, all very weird."

He remembered Lyth, or maybe Atricia, saying something similar to him. About no longer being a wizard, but figured it was just some old way of talking, or pressing the point that he had other duties. "Mum, I'm still a wizard. I just have other things I have to do now."

Her eyebrows rose in a way he recognized and knew meant trouble. "Ron, Lyth told me that the Orb of Balance chose you."

He shrugged. "I guess it did, well it had to of, if I'm here."

"Son, that means you're the orb now. The orb in a body, or bodies, as the case maybe, you and whoever you're here with, are no longer wizards at all." She rubbed his cheek as he absorbed the shock.

Blaise approached his mothers' bedside with apprehension. She looked from the cradle, to him, then back to the cradle. He didn't say anything. He just walked towards her. Then, when he was standing near enough to touch her, he couldn't quite make himself raise his hand. She looked up to him with a small smile and confusion in her eyes. "It's unbelievable." Her words were but a whisper, yet it gave Blaise the strength to reach out and touch her shoulder.

She reached up, took his hand, and using it, pulled him to sit in front of her. She studied him closely, as if he was one of her experiments. "You're that baby, my son?"

He nodded. "Yes mother."

Her eyes widened. "Then everything that woman told me and showed me was true?"

He nodded and she studied him closely. "We never thought to have children, in fact we had taken precautions against it. It's amazing." He dropped his head and studied her bedding. She tufted under her breath and shook her head. "That was terrible of me to say. I'm afraid, I've never been very good with this sort of thing."

She grasped his hand. "Look at me Blaise." He thoughtlessly followed her command. "We do want you. You're going to have to be patient with us. Please, no matter how we act, understand we do love you."

Blaise parents had often been involved with other things, however he had been told he was loved, but the physical affection threw him a little. All he could do was nod and say. "I know you do mother."

His parents had always been wizard scientists, first and foremost. His mother's world centered on magical spell experiments, his father's on magical history. They tended to get a little lost in their work, however they had treated him well, when they remembered him.

His mother burst upon his thoughts. "I hear that I have died."

"Yes." His mother was not only a scientist but, in her youth, a Slytherin and the mixture of the two made a woman with an sharp analytical mind and an even sharper, manipulating tongue. Blaise looked away from her and to the wall. "You did."

She nodded then thoughtfully said. "Your father?"

"Insane, I don't know how or why." Knowing that was what she would try to understand next.

She shook head. "What a waste, your father has," she paused and an odd shadow of sadness crossed her face, "had, quite a brilliant mind." The sadness was gone, or hidden, just as quickly as it had revealed itself. "That's why we struggled so very hard to be neutral in this war. Voldemort wanted our expertise and Dumbledore, even if less obvious in his endeavors, wanted us to side with him. If we had joined either side, the other would have killed us out right. As long as we remained neutral, they both had beliefs that we would one day join them."

She paused and sighed. "Now that I have determined that Lyth was telling the truth. I should pass on the information I have gathered, from the little she has said. The time you're from, the war is advancing, correct?"

He nodded. "Yes, Dumbledore said the orb was really the only chance for victory."

She tilted her back as she laughed. "Really? Then he has no idea what the orb does, does he my son?"

"No mother." Blaise smiled. Her laugher reminded him of when an experiment would go right. She would dance with him around the room with laughter, before returning to her work.

She picked up his hand and kissed his palm. Blaise could only watch her and exult in her attention to him. "Mother, do you think it was Voldemort that had you killed?" He didn't even realize it was a question until it left his mouth. Then again, until he had learned all that he had, it hadn't even been a question.

His mother glowed her grin was so bright. "Just as smart as your parents, always thinking." Her smile dimmed. "Blaise, look closely into the details of my death and your fathers mental lapse." She leaned in close to him. "As I'm sure I taught you. Not everything is as it appears. After everything probable has been dismissed, whatever is left, no matter how improbable, is the answer."

That lesson had indeed been drummed into his head. "Of course mother. Is there anything you can tell me? Anything, I should know?"

She nodded seriously. "There is, Lyth says you are the orb of balance." He nodded and she continued. "That's a great honor and responsibility."

"I will try to make you both proud of me." Blaise automatically answered.

She shook her head. "I'm not worried about that." She grabbed his chin. "We are always proud of you. You're the greatest work your father and I have ever conducted."

He hugged her tightly and, at first, she was stiff. Then she melted against him and returned his hug. "I love you mum."

He heard something, that sounded much like a sniffle, from beside his head, and in a voice he had never heard from his mother, one filled with emotion, she whispered. "And I love you Blaise, more than I'll ever be able to show you."

Draco entered the room easily enough, but paused mid-step, seeing his mother sitting on the bed. She was leaned up against several pillows; her face was looking down at the bundle in her arms, her long blonde hair spread around her shoulders.

"I never knew love, true love until this day."

Draco took a deep breath at her voice and willed himself not to rush her, but to slowly approach. She still didn't look up, but he knew his mother, and knew she realized he was there.

"That Lyth woman says she'll return me, so it will appear I've only been gone for moments, but right now. Somewhere, out there, Lucius is going simply mad, wondering where we are." She leaned down and kissed the bundle on the head, before turning, and placing him in the cradle at her side.

Only then did she look up at him. "Merlin," she whispered, she twisted her body, as if to stand and Draco rushed forward.

"Mum, you shouldn't be standing." Draco raised his arms to help her and she grasped his hand.

"Nonsense, I will stand and hug my son." She stood. "I may only by a Malfoy by marriage little love but, you should know, a Malfoy can do anything." She hugged him tightly.

She smelt exactly as Draco remembered her, like a crisp lilacs in bloom. He drank her in and blossomed feeling her love and closeness again. She swayed in his arms. "Mother, please sit down."

She smiled at him and patted his hand. "Just for you dear." She sat gracefully, but heavy onto the bed and looked up to him. "Beautiful," she brushed his face, "it's amazing."

He smiled at her, ready for her next words.

"If I haven't been the one with the womb, Lucius wouldn't have needed me at all. You look so much like him."

He grinned. Merlin, he had missed her. "Oh mother, you know that's not so."

She winkled her delicate nose at him. "No," she looked him over. He waited patiently and moved his hair behind his ear. She grinned. "You have my ears!" She laughed delightfully and he grinned at normality of it.

She patted the bed, beside where she sat, he quickly took it, and took up her hand. "I've so missed you mother."

She put her hand over his. "I'm so sorry."

He jumped up and away from her, pacing. His mind racing, thoughts he only felt in the back of his mind, thoughts he had buried, hummed loudly. Finally he released them, found the words and letting it go, he turned on her. "You died on me, you left me! All ALONE!"

Tears ran down his face, but he was too angry to pay them any mind. "Why didn't you both leave with me? Why did you both have to make some grand gesture? Oh it was grand mother, everyone was very impressed, but you and father were both dead!"

"Little one," she reached out to him, but he didn't step close enough to allow her hands purchase.

He shook, he was so angry. He had buried it for so long in the guilt of being angry with his parents, who were gone. Buried it all in the numbness that had taken him over, and that he had held onto so tightly. Now it burst out of him. "You were supposed to help me figure out who I am. You were supposed to be here." He shook his head. "I mean you're supposed to be alive!"

Narcissa dropped her hand. "What do you mean, help you figure out who you are? Darling, I know about the acting we had to ask you to do, but you're the same little boy you always were. Lyth has shown me much of your life," she smiled, "how you have your father and myself gladly wrapped around your little fingers."

She sat up straighter. "You're the same person, as the one that spelled his fathers cane to the floor. The same boy who let the hellhounds in on my tea party, just to see that fat Parkinson woman jump and run. The same boy who enjoys learning potions, who loves his uncle Severus, you love to learn, and hate to be told no."

He came close enough to her, drawn by her words, and she grabbed his hand. "Darling, be the boy you've always shown us. Be him! Don't try to separate the act from you. Don't feel that's all you were, because you've always been more. Take what you will and lose the rest."

He slumped down beside her. "I don't know if I can."

She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close enough to hug. "Of course you can. You're Lucius Malfoy's son." She patted his hair. "I don't know what happened. Lyth showed me very little of that, but know, we love you more than anything or one. I hope you can see it in your heart to forgive us for leaving you as we did."

He nodded. He had always known his parents loved him, no matter anything else, but it was nice to hear it again. "I'm trying." He looked up to her. "I will."

She nodded and wiped at his wet face, leaving her own tears unchecked. She sniffed and said. "I'm going to name you Draconis Nicolae Alexander Lucius Malfoy. I hope you like it, but I'm afraid I won't be moved much if you don't."

He smiled through his pain. "I know. You saw a dragon on the day you found out about me, and Father proposed on a starry night, right under the constellation Draconis. You call me Draco though. It's a damn awful name, long and strange, but I got used to it. "

She cuffed his arm. "I'm glad you tolerate it so well. I think it's a perfectly beautiful name." She sniffed with a smile and glanced to the cradle. "Well at least he won't know all my stories yet." She looked back to him. "I'm so glad to see Lucius and I made someone so wonderful and beautiful, inside and out. You're the best thing we ever did with our forsaken lives."

He grabbed her hand. "Don't say that mother."

She smiled. "No, it's true and I'm happy with it, if it gets me you."

"You'll always have me." He hugged her tightly.

She brushed a kiss across his forehead and took his hands. "There's something I've got to tell you. Something Lyth told me and while she implied I wasn't to say anything. There wasn't a reason to tell me, if I couldn't tell you, as she has made sure I know that I will not remember any of this."

Her voice was so serious that he quickly looked to her. "What is it?"

She looked down at their joined hands. "Lyth tells me that where I am, in your time, that I am happy, at peace."

Draco blinked back the tears, but rather than pull his hands away, from where his mother studied them, he let the tears that escaped run down his face. "I'm happy to hear that mother."

She nodded and played with his ring finger. "Draco," she looked up to him and sighed. "I don't how to say this." She straightened and pulled herself into a regal poise that Draco knew was her way to find strength. "From, what I understand, your father was with me."

Draco nodded. "He died soon after you."

She nodded and looked to him. "But he's not with me there now."

He frowned and shook his head. "Mother he's dead, there aren't many places he could be."

She shook her head. "Oh bother, I knew I wouldn't be able to explain something I barely understand." She sighed. "Draco, darling, I don't know how it was done," her eyes darkened in rage, and Draco knew it wasn't directed at him, "but I think I know why." She hissed.

Only one being could invoke this type of wrath in his mother. "What did Voldemort do? What's it got to do with my father?"

She looked into his eyes, her rage burning. "That bastard." She shook her head and buried her rage. "Draco, your father is alive in your time. Somehow Voldemort has him."

He knew all the blood left his face. "What?"

She nodded. "It's true. Lucius is alive and that bastard has him. Voldemort has somehow done the impossible, has brought him back from the dead."

"Are you sure?" His mind screaming all the while, wishing-hoping that it was true, that somewhere his father was alive.

"Very." She answered. She leaned forward. "I don't want to ask this of you, but,"

He patted her hand. "No worries mother. I will get my father away from that bastard."

She kissed his hand. "Thank you son. I know that you are Balance now and cannot face Voldemort in combat. You have your own war, but,"

Draco tilted his head, his eyes colder than they'd been in sometime, since a certain Yule break. "I will not let him hurt my family anymore mother, of that I can promise you. I may not be able to step between Dumbledore and Voldemort and their petty bickering, but I will not allow them to use my uncle or my father as their toys. I will stop that with extreme prejudice."

She nodded. "That's all I ask." She grasped his hand. "My little prince, I'm so proud of you. Put the Malfoy name in the books son, as a name marked with honor and bravery."

He nodded. "I'll do my best to make you proud mother."

She kissed his brow and lifted her own eyebrow in an elegant gesture of high breeding. "No worries darling, the best of a Malfoy is above approach."

Draco barely had time to say goodbye to his mother, before she grabbed the infant him, and disappeared. Honestly he knew if he had a choice, he would have never let her go. So perhaps a quick cut was the best way, but knowing that, didn't stop it from hurting.

Draco moved into the hall. Harry was there, wiping his face, but instead of looking defeated, he looked determined. Ron and Blaise were there as well. Neither was crying, but they looked. Draco paused. They too looked different, stronger. He walked towards them.

Ron glanced up. It was only Draco. He tilted his head. No, it wasn't Draco. The boy stalking towards them bared little resemblance to the recanting insane boy he'd come to know. This boy looked and moved like Malfoy, graceful, determined, and nasty. Ron groaned. He had grown to almost like insane Draco.

Hearing Ron groan, Draco stopped in front of them. Blaise was now smiling, though Draco couldn't image why, and Ron looked pained. He ignored Blaise and looked to Ron. "You okay?"

Ron blinked and then he too was smiling. "I'm fine Draco."

Draco rolled his eyes and walked from them, towards Harry.

Blaise nudged Ron. "Did he pass the test?"

Ron nodded. "So far so good." Ron leaned against Blaise's comforting form. Blaise's smile widened and he wrapped an arm around Ron's waist.

Harry wiped the last of his tears onto his sleeve, as Draco stopped in front of him. Harry glanced up and then couldn't look away. "There's something different about you."

Draco shrugged. "My mother beat some sense into me." He looked down at his feet, for a scant second, before raising his head proudly. "I think you'll like me."

Harry smiled. "I know I will."

Draco nodded and smiled back, before his smile slipped into something darker.

Harry watched as Draco's face filled with pain and rage, even his eyes turned dark silver with his thoughts. "What's is it?" He asked.

Blaise and Ron perked up at the sound of Harry's concerned voice. Draco twisted his hands for a moment before clasping them tightly. He looked from Harry, to Ron and Blaise. "I know we can't fight Voldemort, but he's got my father. We have to get him away from that monster."

Harry blinked and looked to Ron and Blaise, who looked just as shocked. They all knew how much Lucius meant to Draco, but Blaise was the one who found his voice first. "Draco, are you sure?"

Draco nodded. "Yes." He closed his eyes tightly and then opened them unwavering. "Please help me."

Harry found himself nodding. "Of course, we'll help." He didn't look away from Draco. Harry could see how hard it had been for him to ask for help and wasn't about ready to turn him down. "Ron, Blaise?"

Unlike Harry, Draco turned towards them and Blaise said. "We'll get him back."

Ron agreed. "Yeah, I wouldn't leave my worst," he shook his head, with a sheepish grin, "well, I wouldn't leave anyone stuck with that monster."

Draco smiled. "I know you mean well Weasley, it's just your mouth gets in the way."

Ron quickly nodded. "Yeah, I," he frowned and lightly punched Draco's arm, "prat," but he smiled as he said it.

Blaise saw the stately women walking towards them and called out to them. "I think it's time for the orb to leave."

Hermione glanced around the room. Poppy was dealing with a potions mishap, in which two students were stuck to their desks, in the dungeons. Dumbledore was eating dinner in the Great Hall. Molly had escorted Remus and Sirius to some speech Arthur was giving, in his efforts to become minister.

There would be no other time. This was her perfect and, most likely, only chance. She set her book aside and stood. No one showed up to ask her questions and she briskly went to the door.

She had closely observed Dumbledore open the door several times and tried to copy what he had done. She took a deep breath of hope and tried the door. She bounced in happiness and excitement, as it opened beneath her hand.

She stepped into the doorway and froze. Her face went sheet white in shock, her wand dropped with a clank to the ground. "Oh My God!" Her tight throat squeezed out, as her wide and disbelieving eyes tried to comprehend what she was seeing.

TBC

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Keither Serenity: Honestly is a good thing in my book, from what I got you liked a lot and I'm glad you did, but you had problems with some of what I've done. I'll be honest I'm way to old to be writing this stuff much less get offended when someone says what they like and gives honest criticism of what they don't. Let me address it. This story was started a year before the half-blood hit the shelves and no one really knew what Blaise looked like and it's to late to change it now, or is it? We'll see. As of right now yes Harry and Draco are ofc but there is a reason for it and when it snaps back I hope you'll be surprised and like it. I always thought it odd that the Weasley's put all their children roughly two years apart and had such a gap between Percy and Charlie. It gave me the space to stick Darren in, I'm glad you liked the idea. From what I've gotten everyone wants Dumbledore to get his- more than Voldemort. LOL

Hi people: Thank you, through I can't promise not to 'drop' things off in the future, see above lol, but I promise to try and get the next part out as soon as possible.

Serena: Thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoyed and hope you continue to.

C.Dark: LOL thank you, I'm glad you liked the characterization and I really hope you like what's to come. Hermione is her own girl and she sometimes scares me to, lol.

Lis: It's people like you that keep it coming. Thank you, I hope you continue to like and I'm very glad you didn't find it a waste of time. I love to hear original.

FairyQilan: Bummer huh, yep they did, erase him that is. However let me point out, have you ever tried to erase pen and no matter how you tried there was something still left underneath, well. Thank you for the review.

Kem: LOL thank you, I hope you liked 10 as much.

Heather: LOL, you are not the only one to say you hoped Dumbledore gets his. I glad you like and I'll see what I can do about Dumbledore.

Ms. Dependent: Thank you kindly. It will work out one way or another.

Kt: Always a pleasure, I'm glad you liked and I'm proud to be your supplier. I'm glad you still like the characters and I'm thrilled you read this story to make your day. Its makes mine to hear it. Thank you.

Dairygirl: Thank you, I'm really thrilled you like. Yep Lucius is back. If Joss can do it, why can't I, lol.

SkyeLight2x1: LOL thank you, I hope this part didn't disappoint. I'm really glad you like Blaise. It's been kind of hard for me to write him and I hope to flesh him out more in the future and I really hope you like that.

Dragenphly: Unbelievable is my middle name lol, I'm so glad you like. I hope you continue to. Thank you. Yeah, I think waking up is going to be interesting. But honestly, I'd leer after Lucius any day of the week.

AngelOfPastPresentAndFuture: Thank you. LOL, hon it's Lucius. I figured if Joss could do it all the time and get away with it, heck why not give it a try. I adore Lucius, evil or good.

DestinyEntwinements: Thank you, I hope you liked this one to.

Sparkley-tangerine: Torn between emotions, I like that. Thank you.

Sheree: Thank you, I hope this is soon enough.

Redmeadow: Hi and Thank you so much, it's good to be back. It had been so long that I had to have them send me the password, because I had forgotten. I hope this was soon enough.

Icie: Thank you. It's good to be back. I hope this was soon enough.