A/N: Yes, it's been forever since I posted Chapter Nine of this story, but my life has been absolutely crazy. I've been a Disney College Program Intern since June, yaya! Anyway, this is the FINAL chapter Unto the End, Into the Beginning, which is the sequel to "A Winter's Kiss". I'm sure I'll begin work on Part 3 shortly, as I always imagined it as a three part series. Man, I'm getting emotional; I've been working on this story for so long (and it's finally somewhere I could leave it)!
Anyway, Hermione has left Varius with Mrs. Weasley, and set off to find Harry. Meanwhile, Draco's classmates are making plans of their own. Can Draco defeat Aitor? Can Harry defeat Voldemort? Will Draco and Hermione EVER be reunited? Please don't die from the suspense because then this chapter won't have reviews!
Oh, as per the usual all characters and places are property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros, but the story is mine. "Keeping Holding On" lyrics belong to Avril Lavigne, and the inscription at the end was written by "Ministry of Magic", an amazingly awesome WROCK BAND
Unto the End, Into the Beginning
Chapter Ten: The Unbreakable Vow
By Egyptian Angel
Hermione hadn't traveled by portkey in ages, and she suddenly remembered why. A flash of colors swirled before her eyes, and the longer she was spinning, the farther away she was moving from the manor. She landed hard on a cold dungeon floor. She stood up and for a moment thought she was in the Hogwarts dungeons, and then realized that would be wishful thinking. For some reason, the sight of this place scared her more than anywhere else she had ever been. She looked around slowly but saw no one, and when the flame from the candle went out, she was in complete darkness. Hermione knew this must be where Perseus Aitor was holding Draco, they had kidnapped him through a portkey, but had they meant to leave it behind for her to follow? She remembered the note; We look forward to your feeble attempt to rescue him. It would be our pleasure if Mister Potter accompanied you.
Hermione became very aware that she was alone, with no way to get word out to Harry or anyone else, and Aitor was no doubt expecting her. He was probably having a good laugh over how long it took her to find Draco. She heard a shuffle of feet and hid behind the closest wall, using the darkness as her ally.
"Why aren't they coming? They should be here to try to rescue him by now…what could be keeping them?" Aitor asked, impatience in his voice.
"There is a rumor, my lord, that Potter is gathering a team of Auror trainees." Pettigrew beamed, very pleased with himself to be the one to tell his master this.
It took all of Hermione's self control to not come out from behind the wall and kill Pettigrew where he stood for he was always there during the worst times in her life.
"Academy students? How excellent, this will be easier than I thought. What about his wife and child? Nothing was left behind at the house, was there? They must come in through the south entrance…"
"Oh, no sir. When they attack it will be the south side," Pettigrew assured him.
Hermione realized that Aitor didn't know the Portkey had been left behind, but she still had no way of letting Harry know to not come in through the south entrance, as she was sure something horrible would be there to greet them. It was all up to her know, she had to find Draco and get out of here in time to warn the others. How she was going to find Draco, however, was now her greatest challenge.
Hermione waited until she could no longer hear their footsteps before she stepped out from behind the wall.
"Lumos" she muttered softly, keeping her hand over the light so it could be distinguished quickly and not seen from a great distance. As she walked further down the hall, she realized that all the doors were made of steel. They all had black numbers and little barred windows to look into. Draco had to be in one of these rooms, but how may were there? How many prisoners was this evil man keeping?
Hermione had peered into over twenty doors before she found the vision from her nightmares. A man, tied to a chair by his hands and feet, hunched over in pain. He was blindfolded and his clothing was torn, it was Draco. Hermione had no idea how she had dreamt this all before, how she had seen into the future, when she didn't even believe in Divination. She suddenly wondered how powerful Aitor really was, if he had put those visions in her mind to torment her.
"Alohamora," she muttered, but nothing happened. Hermione knew it wouldn't be that simple, but she had to try. Then she realized that there wasn't a lock on the door at all, and it was probably password protected. She tried stroking and tickling the door like a Goblin at Gringotts, but it remained still.
Hermione cursed in frustration, and flicked the light from her wand; this was going to take longer than she had hoped. It was then she thought of Varius, and how right Harry had been. She should have stayed home and protected him, but she had selfishly gone to Draco, and now he could be orphaned.
"Varius…" she whispered softly, yearning to see him one last time if this were to be her last night alive. Hermione then heard several clicks, over a dozen in fact, and she suddenly became very worried that someone was going to hear and catch her before she made it into the room to Draco.
Forty-two men stood before Harry. His eyes passed over every single one of them before he spoke. Over half of them were the classmates he had been training with, and the other men had spent their years defending their freedom in the Order of the Phoenix.
"Draco is missing, but this isn't just about him anymore. What if this was your loved one? Your husband or wife? Your brother or sister? What if it was your child, or your best friend? Voldemort and his Death Eaters come in the night, attacking and taking people as they please. It's us whose got to stop them, or we'll never be free. Our loved ones will never be safe until his followers are gone. Jacob and Oliver have worked up a pretty good plan based on the little information we've got. The ministry thinks that Voldemort has been hiding out in the old Slytherin castle in Rome... so that's where we're headed. Coming in from the south side is going to be our best shot, because that's where…"
"You'll meet your death if approach the south blind," a harsh voice informed Harry, sending chills down most of his classmates' spines. However, the voice was all too familiar to Harry.
"Snape," he said, Harry's eyes narrowed as he turned to face his former Professor.
"I suppose you know a better approach then, do you?"
"A blueprint of the Slytherin Castle is utterly useless," he said, throwing the plans from the table, "the staircases change more often that the ones at Hogwarts. The paintings will cry out the instant they spot an intruder and the enchanted knights will gladly kill you for a thrill. The rooms change floors every year or so, and sometimes a hallway can change destinations before you reach the end."
The Order members were unafraid of Snape, but some of Harry's friends shifted uncomfortably where they stood.
"We're not in Potions anymore, Snape, so we don't need your lectures."
"Have it your way, Potter. But enter Slytherin castle from the south side, and it'll be the last mistake you'll ever make," said Snape calmly as he turned his back to the room and headed to the door.
"Wait!" Jacob called as he moved to the front of the crowd, "what do you know about the castle?"
"I know that you're best bet is to enter from the North. I've been to this castle before. Sure, the south entrance looks inviting from far away. There are large decorative glass windows without curtains, lights beckoning you in. But as you come closer, something pulls you through the glass, and it doesn't even break. You'll be trapped in mazes and rooms until you've been driven crazy with frustration and yearn for death…"
"And from the north?" Seamus asked.
The north will provide you the only shelter possible. Land on the roof and climb down to the ledge. Alohamora the windows, and you're in…"
"That seems a little too simple," Harry said.
"Precisely, it's the guest entrance. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an errand to attend to…" Snape was gone as quickly as he had come, with a twirl of his black cape and the click of his boots.
"Draco?" she whispered softly, approaching the man slumped over in his chair with caution. His head rose immediately after hearing her voice, and after she removed his blindfold, he looked at her in confusion.
"No," he said firmly, "it's a trick."
"Draco, its really me. I don't know what they've done to you here, but I've got to get you out…"
"You're not really Hermione." He said stubbornly.
She looked into his eyes for a brief moment, how she had missed looking into those eyes, and then kissed him forcefully. Within seconds his body relaxed and he ached to be free, to be with Hermione.
"You shouldn't have come," he said, as soon as their lips had broken apart.
" I know," she said, "Now let's get you out of these chains." Hermione lifted her wand to free him when it flew out of her hands. Confused, Hermione turned around and came face to face with a man she could only assume was Perseus Aitor.
"I don't think you or Draco will be going anywhere, ever again. Perhaps I over estimated you, what a feeble rescue attempt. Did you even have a plan of escape?" he asked Hermione.
"What are you talking about? Who are you?" Hermione asked, already knowing the answer.
Aitor decided to ignore Hermione's question and turn his attention to Draco, "You must know Draco, that when I kill you, you won't be coming back from the dead this time. " Aitor's piercing laugh echoed throughout the chamber. Hermione's look of confusion and horror only made his laugh deepen.
"What do you mean, 'this time'?" Hermione said louder.
"Allow me to introduce myself properly, Mrs. Malfoy. My name is Perseus Aitor, and you should fear me worse than you're silly muggle devil."
"Draco's made some kind of deal with you, hasn't he?"
"The Dark Lord is very smart to eliminate you, you truly are a bright witch."
"Say anything else and I'll kill you, Aitor!"
Hermione jumped when she heard Draco's hoarse voice, it was the first time he had spoken since Aitor had entered the room, and she had almost forgotten he was there.
"I did always admire your determination, Draco. Not many men would dare to threaten me, let alone while they're in chains. But I'll respect your wishes, I'd much rather have you tell your wife about our little arrangement."
"Draco, what is he talking about?"
"I broke a deal, that's all. I can fix this Hermione."
"Ha! You stupid boy, this fate has been written for years…"
It was then Hermione thought of the prophecy, and what Snape has said to her in their seventh year,
"The fact that you and Draco, a muggle born and a pureblood, were chosen as Head Boy and Head Girl this year, is not a coincidence, Miss Granger."
"You're referring to the prophecy," she said.
"There are some wizards who are powerful enough to control even the founders' minds." Snape replied.
"You mean there's someone greater than the founders?"
"I didn't say that you have to be greater. All that's necessary is a different kind of power."
"It was you!" Hermione screamed in shock and rage, " You made the Sorting Hat choose Draco and I for Head Boy and Head Girl, you made it sing that song about the prophecy. The blood, on the wall…"
"Yes, yes, all my work, thank you. But that was just merely the beginning, you see…I had a much bigger purpose for the two of you."
"You'll never touch Varius!" Draco shouted, struggling in his chains as Aitor hit him with the cruciatus curse.
"Stop! Stop now!" Hermione begged. Aitor smiled and lowered his hand as Draco slumped over in his chair. Hermione checked his pulse to make sure he was still breathing.
"What do you want with my son?" Hermione demanded.
"I wasn't making up the prophecy, it does exist and it will be fulfilled. Your heir will have the knowledge, strength and bravery to force this world into submission. With the right training, he will be more powerful than the Dark Lord himself…"
"I still don't see how Draco is in your debt. You can't have our child!"
"Patience, Hermione. Now I'm getting to the good part," Aitor said as he flicked his wand and raised Draco's head, "I want you coherent for this, Malfoy," Aitor hissed.
"I'm sure you remember the night in the chamber…No, Hermione, it wasn't a dream. You see, I cursed Draco when he was just an infant, condemning him to death when he found his true love, unless he submitted to a life of service. When he refused to be marked, I had to be sure to get his heir first. He thought he was so clever, trying to lengthen your pregnancy to hide it from us. He couldn't fool me, and Lucius murdered him…"
"I remember," Hermione admitted, no longer being able to deny it, "I had my son in the forest. I named him Remus and raised him with Harry. Lucius escaped from Azkaban and killed Harry and my son."
"Yes, a most unfortunate turn of events. I had been quite content with Potter raising your son, he would teach him how to fly and other great skills until I came to take him. But then Lucius went and messed everything up, and I was forced to fix it. You see, Hermione, I am what your kind would call the devil. I have the power to take life and reverse death as I see fit. So, I made a deal with young Draco, here…"
"Hermione, I…" Draco began.
"Silence!" Aitor bellowed, his voice again filling the chamber, "You had your chance, so it's my turn to tell this story…"
"I don't believe you, how did you pull all of this off?"
"I am a very powerful being, Mrs. Malfoy. But I agree, all those memory charms were time consuming, turning back time a few years is a very tricky and tiring task…much more complicated than a flew clicks of a time turner…"
Hermione shifted uncomfortably at his mention of a time turner, had long had he been watching her?
"That's why in exchange for Draco's happy little life with you, he would become my servant and hand over Varius when he was of Hogwarts age."
"I had to Hermione, to be with you again! I never had any intentions of giving our son to this man; I just needed some time to make a plan! Lucius had killed Potter and our son, I had to make things right!"
"By making an unbreakable vow? And promising our son to this…monster?" Hermione's voice quivered as she fought back her tears.
"I was very generous in allowing him to witness his son's birth," Varius said, recapturing Hermione's attention, "I even let him marry you and have a little honeymoon. But when the time came for him to serve me, he refused…"
"What was his task?" Hermione demanded.
"Hermione, no, please!"
"What was his task?" Hermione asked again.
"To deliver Potter to the Dark Lord!"
Hermione knew in that moment, her husband truly had become an honorable man, and nothing would ever push him to the dark side. No one could deny that now, once they knew the truth. He enrolled in the Auror Academy and refused to hand over Harry Potter to Voldemort, even if it resulted in his own death.
For the first time since Hermione had entered Draco's cell, she thought of Harry and his planned attack. She hoped against all odds that they would come in any entrance but the south side and surprise the Death Eaters waiting for them. Something in the pit of her stomach told her they were engaged in a fierce battle.
"And so for his failure, he will die. Your son will be raised by the Dark Lord and you will be left to rot with Potter and Weasley."
"You'll never find Varius!" Hermione screamed.
"If you honestly thought the Burrow was a safe place to keep him, you're loosing your wits. I've sent one of my best to collect the child and kill everyone else."
"No!" Hermione shouted, internally cursing herself for how selfish she had been to leave Varius with Molly and Ginny.
"Expelliarmus!" someone shouted from outside the door, and loud thud could be heard as someone's wand hit the floor. It made Hermione very aware that her own wand was safely tucked away in Aitor's robes, and she had no way of getting it back. Hermione could see a small twinkle of fear in Aitor's eyes as more shouting could be heard.
"Impossible," he muttered. Not waiting for the hallway intruders to make their way inside. He grabbed Hermione and Draco's wrists and with a pop, they were gone.
Draco landed on the floor with a thud; Hermione was shocked to see that he had been apparated while still tied to his chair.
"Your friends will never find us here," Aitor said with a smirk, "and Varius should be joining us soon."
"You'll never win, Aitor."
"I already have, Hermione. Your heir will be mine, and you and that pathetic Order of yours will be too. Yes, the Dark Lord will be most pleased.
"You're pathetic, Aitor! You can reverse death and take life and you're still serving Voldemort!"
"How dare you say his name, Mudblood! I don't answer to him, we're partners. Believe me, our dealings are always mutually beneficial!"
"He has a following you'll never have…"
"And what would you know about followings and power? Your order has failed you! They let your husband be kidnapped, didn't bother to come with you to save him, and did so little to protect your child, he's been taken as well.
Hermione swallowed hard. The last thing she wanted was to let Aitor know he was right.
Harry sighed a breath of relief, as Neville was the forty-second person to land beside him on the roof, they had all made the journey safely. They had the darkness as their ally, but Harry was positive the Death Eaters would know this castle extremely well, which put their group at a large disadvantage. He signaled for Sirius to lead the team down the pipes, onto the ledge, and through the large windows where they would enter the Castle and begin their attack. Harry was the last to enter the castle; the other's waiting for him in silence. They made it safely through the hallway and down the stairs. Harry's experience told him that everyone was always in the basement, or the dungeons, or whatever the lowest part of the dwelling was.
"Intruders!" a man in a black cloak shouted before sending red sparks in their direction. With one flick of Sirius' wand, he was on the ground in a full body bind. Unfortunately, the damage had already been done. They heard a thunderous stampede making its way up the stairs towards them, the darkness masking whatever was approaching them.
"Formations!" Harry cried as they reached the first landing, "Stand your ground!"
You're not alone
Together we stand
I'll be by your side; you know I'll take your hand
When it gets cold
And it feels like the end
There's no place to go
You know I won't give in
No I won't give in
Spells and curses off every color passed throughout the room in every direction, hooded figures dodging everything they could. Harry wanted to get through them quickly, for Voldemort to show himself so Harry could destroy him and this would all be over. He thought of Hermione, and hoped she was safe wherever she was. He couldn't let the last time he saw have ended in a fight. Harry's thoughts were interrupted as a trail of green brushed his ear and hit a hooded figure in the chest, sending him to the floor. Harry only stayed long enough to make sure he didn't get back up. Jacob stopped a death eater dead in his tracks just before he attacked Ron from behind. Ron nodded thanks to him and pushed forward to find Harry.
Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Hermione jumped as part of the wall opened up, only offering a temporary reprieve from the darkness Aitor had left them in. She could hear two sets of footsteps now, and she squeezed Draco's hand gently.
"Lumos!" Aitor yelled. He flicked his wand at several torches, and light flooded the room. Hermione had to keep herself from screaming when she saw Snape standing beside Aitor, but a small gasp escaped her lips before she could stop herself.
"Yes, Hermione. Your former Professor is actually a very loyal servant of the Dark Lord, and he has brought me the greatest gift of all." Aitor said.
Hermione noticed the small bundle Snape had been holding as he unwrapped the folds to reveal her son, sleeping peacefully in Snape's arms. She wanted to rip him from Snape's arms and comfort him, to kill Aitor and Snape and end this torture. If only she could get to her wand…
Draco struggled at the sight of Varius, but he was too weak to speak. Hermione couldn't even begin to imagine the torture he had endured the past week, beaten and tortured without food or water, bound by tight chains and left in darkness.
So far away
I wish you were here
Before it's too late, this could all disappear
Before the doors close
And it comes to an end
With you by my side I will fight and defend
I'll fight and defend
Yeah, yeah
"I suppose I should thank you for leaving him with the Weasleys. They weren't a challenge to kill, but it's something I've been wanting to do for such a long time…" Snape spat, looking directly into Hermione's eyes as he spoke.
"No!" Hermione shouted, no longer being able to hold back her tears. He had to be lying, Snape couldn't have murdered the Weasleys, he was in the Order! This had to be part of his double agent role. He told Aitor he'd killed the Weasleys, brought Varius to Draco and Hermione, and now he was going to help them escape, wasn't he? And where were Harry and Ron?
Varius gave a high-pitched squeal when Aitor took him into his arms and cradled him.
"You will make a fine heir, when you are old enough. Say goodbye to your birth parents, Varius," he said, raising the infant's hand and making a small wave, which only caused Varius to scream louder, "I'm going to be your father now!"
Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
"Push forward!" Harry shouted to no one in particular, "you know what must be done!"
"AVADA KEDRAVA!" Remus shouted at a Death Eater that had just blasted Sirius with a cruciatus curse. Sirius rose from the floor, gripping his side, and breathed a "thanks" to Remus.
Harry knew that his friends had never killed anyone, and using an unforgivable curse on a person was hard enough, even if it was on a death eater. If Voldemort had taught him anything, it was that you had to mean your curses. Harry just hoped his friends could find the strength to survive through the night. Without warning, someone has lifted Harry and thrust him into a wall, so hard Harry thought he was going to loose consciousness. His vision began to blue with pain, and he heard that high shrill of a laugh he had always feared.
"Harry Potter," Voldemort said just above a whisper, "you've come to me at last."
"I'm here for Draco," Harry said, grinding his teeth in pain.
"Well, then you'll be happy to know Draco is having a happy little reunion with his wife and son two stories below us as we speak.
"Downstairs!" Seamus screamed to Jacob, who then fired his way to the staircase with a dozen other men.
"You've come for your mudblood friend, Harry Potter, and I'm disappointed in you. You honestly think you could defeat me with your ragtag Order?"
"I'll kill you myself, Voldemort. Call off your Death Eaters, and let us duel together, no seconds."
Hear me when I say, when I say I believe
Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny
Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly
"Perhaps I should take the boy, Perseus." Snape suggested, looking rather displeased with the noises the infant was making.
"What? Oh, yes, very well Severus…" Aitor responded, handing the baby to him. Severus mumbled something and a cradle appeared next to him, where he placed Varius.
"Now, Draco, I'm going to let you watch me murder your wife, take your son, and leave you with nothing. Perhaps when you've been driven crazy enough to beg for death, I'll be kind enough to grant your final wish.
"Perseus," Snape said through pursed lips, "the mudblood has been a thorn in my side for much longer than she's been your problem. Please, let me have the pleasure…"
"Of course, Severus. After all, you've earned it."
"Any last words, Granger?" Snape asked, glaring intently into her eyes.
"No," Hermione replied, a lot more commonly than Aitor had expected.
"Perhaps I will choose them for you then," he said,
"A muggle born and a pureblood,
Sworn enemies turned lovers,
Leaders of this great fight,
Will prevail when it all comes down
To that one, victorious night,
And redeem or condemn
All those who show their true colors".
"AVADA KEDRAVA!" Snape bellowed, his voice strong. Hermione held her eyes shut tight, but could still make out a flash of green. She opened her eyes to invite death, and saw Perseus Aitor lifeless on the floor. Hermione gasped in shock as Snape knelt before Aitor and withdrew Hermione's wand from his pocket.
"Free him, and fulfill the prophecy," he said to her simply, as if instructing her to brew a potion.
Obediently, she freed Draco from his chains, and he fell from the chair. Hermione knelt before him and Draco pulled her into a deep kiss. Hermione and Draco had almost forgotten Snape was there, until the castle began to shake violently.
Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
"Impossible!" Snape shouted.
"What now?" Hermione screamed.
"Potter couldn't have, not yet…"
"Are you saying he destroyed Voldemort?"
The castle shook so hard that large pieces of the ceiling were dropping around them, and Hermione moved quickly to rescue Varius from his cradle. Snape pushed Hermione and Draco from the room as soon as he heard a low rumble rising from the ground, which would soon be cracking open. They climbed the stairs as quickly as they could, reaching the landing where an intense battle was taking place. Hermione screamed as Draco pulled her back, narrowly missing a green spark.
"Harry!" Hermione screamed, making her way towards him and throwing her arms around him, "did you really…?"
"I didn't have a choice, now let's get out of here…"
Harry threw Malfoy a broom, and mounted Hermione and Varius on his own firebolt. Draco didn't argue. Harry had been the youngest seeker in a century for a reason. Hermione looked back at the Castle, which seemed to be sinking into the ground as it collapsed into a large pile of brick and stone.
Keep holding on
Keep holding on
Hermione sought comfort in one of the small tents that had been pitched at the rendezvous point that night. Seamus touched down by the fire hours later, the twenty-seventh refugee of the great battle. Others were already mourning those who hadn't returned yet, wondering if they'd ever see their friends again.
"Hermione," Draco said softly, "there is someone I'd like you to meet." Hermione rose from her bed of blankets and wrapped Varius up tight; she wasn't going to let him out of her sight for a long time.
"This is Jacob, my friend from the Academy. He helped save my life tonight."
"Thank you," Hermione said, hugging him tightly.
Color rushed to Jacob's cheeks quickly, "I just did what Draco would do for any of us," said Jacob.
"Draco, I never got to thank Snape, where do you think he is?"
"He never came back, Hermione. I don't think he feels he belongs here…"
Hermione sat on her knees as she held Varius' hands. She guided him as he made him first attempts at footsteps, and then tumbled down. His bottom lip quivered, but he didn't cry. Without wasting anymore time, he crawled toward Draco, who was eating an apple.
"Here you go, Varius," said Draco, handing him a small piece of cheese, which Varius took with both hands. Moments with his son are what made Draco dread returning to the office every Monday. The weekend meant picnics and walks on the estate, breakfast in bed and watching his son taking his first steps in growing up. He was already dangerously curious, stubborn, resilient, and absolutely gorgeous. He swelled with pride every time he pushed his sons blonde locks from his face and looked into his hazel eyes.
I† was hard to believe that just a year ago he was fighting for his life against Aitor, a man who had come close to taking away everything that mattered. His gaze drifted to the small graveyard beyond the oak trees. He couldn't make out the inscriptions from here, but he knew which grave was his mother's, and which were a tribute to those who had died in battle that night. He still remembered carving the inscription into Severus' tombstone:
Living in disguise,
A true wizard on the inside,
Not afraid of what he had to do,
He was the bravest man I ever knew.
So the prophecy has been fulfilled, a muggleborn and pureblood fell in love against all odds, produced a child whom they love, and has the power to restore order and balance back to the Wizarding World. Perseus Aitor and Lord Voldemort have been destroyed, and all can rejoice. So Hermione and Draco can live happily ever after with their son, right?
Hear me when I say, when I say I believe
Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny
Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly …