A/n: if you haven't noticed, I've been trying to finish this story up pretty quickly. I'm thankful for the wonderful reviews though. Oh, and I don't know the difference between apparatation and disapparation. So, I just rotate them.

Also, since this issue has come up multiple times, if you're a fan of Yamiga, then note this: when I'm grounded, she's most likely grounded as well. Why is this you ask? Because, we're twins and our mother believes in fairness.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

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Family

Draco slowly ate the cold breakfast his mother had put out on the table for him. Unlike his father, his mother seemed to enjoy his company. Occasionally smiling at him and talking to him. At times, Draco felt horrible for Lucius, but, he never should've joined The Dark Lord and brought his family down with him. Maybe, just maybe, Narcissa was looking for an all-out apology, or something of the sort. But even with that evidence, what she wanted remained blurry, even dark still.

"Thank you, Mother," Draco said as he stood up and left the table, "I'll be seeing to Astoria now." Then, with a sweet good-bye from Narcissa, Draco disapparated with a loud POP, leaving the youngest Black alone to do her chores.

As she picked up the plates, she fought back the feeling of wanting to go search for Lucius just as she had many times, the feeling of wanting to get down on her knees and shout, "I'M SORRY," for the way she'd been treating him. The looks he'd been giving her had completely chilled her very insides. He seemed lost and she knew it was her fault. But every time she'd felt guilty, she'd need only remember what she'd gone through because of his arrogance and stupidity, because of his guilt.

She just couldn't forgive him, it was impossible, a wall that separated the two. With a sigh, she brought the plate to the sink and began to wash.

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Draco braced himself for Astoria as she jumped towards him, full speed and force. He staggered back, but gradually wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in. With a squeal of delight, she buried her face into his chest and had begun to say things that he couldn't understand.

"Astoria, I can hardly_" but she cut him off by grabbing his hand and leading him up to her room. As usual, it was decorated with bright elaborate pink a purple. Perhaps this is what it was like for Lucius to enter Dolores' room.

"Okay, so," Astoria began, and Draco listened on, already knowing what she was talking about, "when we get married, are we going to be getting your house?"

Draco nodded and hadn't even realized the two bright green eyes slipping into his mind. Both filled with tears and regret. He shook his head to get the image out.

"Draco, darling? Can you hear me?" Astoria asked, a bit concerned. Draco quickly nodded, hiding the fact that he was just thinking about his ex who was now pregnant with his child. "And, the money, will it go to us as well?" Astoria asked her tone still soft and sweet.

"No," Draco began as huge green eyes appeared in his thoughts again, "it only goes to us when my father dies." Astoria gave him a look, but nodded, and began to speak. Draco, however, was lost in complete thought, every single one revolving around Harry.

Perhaps Harry really was lying, and Blaise over reacted for no reason. Perhaps, but then, this only meant he contradicted himself once more. Blaise had always been straight up with Draco, he'd never lied to him, so why start now. And was it just Draco, or had Harry been a bit loony or even out of it?

These thoughts eventually drowned out Astoria's words and he felt horrible for it. Here was poor little Astoria, babbling on about a wedding that Draco was losing interest in, and a love that was never meant to be.

Draco felt horrible, but, if he'd been paying attention, he wouldn't have. If only he's paid attention to her words, the one he'd cared about would have been saved.

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It was obvious that Xenophilius wasn't the cook of the house; due to the fact that it appeared that he had no idea what it was doing. But, neither did Ginny. Luna was out and would be back shortly, therefore, Ginny and Mr. Lovegood attempted to cook a meal that was at least edible and that they could be proud of.

They accomplished none of the two.

Luckily, Luna came just as a sheet of thick smoke filled the kitchen, and she was quickly able to expel it.

Luna was positively beaming at Ginny's arrival, and had quickly started to cook a meal for her. "Have you had breakfast?" Luna asked, her voice dreamy and lost. "Yeah, it was small though," Ginny said, rather sadly, as previous events swam through her heard.

The two Lovegoods seemed to sense this drop in her voice.

"What's wrong, my Dear?" Xenophilius asked, passing her a mug freshly brewed dark plum tea. As much as Ginny wanted to tell she was okay, the words just wouldn't come out of her mouth, leaving her in a sort of baffled bewildered state.

As a resolve, she began to take eager sips of the tea in front of her, determined to keep her head in the mug and avoid the dreamy and curious gazes of the two Lovegoods. She knew that they'd already known about her injury during the war, and the great deal of suffering and pain it caused her. But, what they didn't know, was the fact that the recent uprising of the would be conversation happened to be a pregnant and unstable Harry Potter.

Luna looked at her friend. Ginny was almost too easy for Luna, she could see right through her, and she could absolutely tell something wasn't right.

"Daddy," Luna said, looking towards her father, "after Ginny's done with her food, may we go to Hogsmead with each other?"

"Of course," Xeno replied, his voice silky and hazy, "I'll just be going upstairs now." The two watched him go upstairs and listened for the , "thump" of a closing door. Then Luna turned towards Ginny and extended her hand.

"We can talk all about it once we get there," and with a tearful smile, Ginny took Luna's hand and felt the all too normal feeling of apparation.

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Lucius' reflects were fast as usual. At the sound of the thud, Lucius spun around, removed his wand from his cane and pointed it at the source of the commotion which unfortunately was Harry. Blaise was quick to grab Lucius' arm and attempted to pull him down and prevent him from hurting Harry.

But, none of the two happened.

Yes, his wand was still pointing at Harry, but, he remained still, cold blue eyes staring at Harry as if he were an enemy. Blaise recognized the symptoms.

Trauma, and it was most expected , especially since this was Lucius Malfoy standing before them. With a swift movement, Blaise hit the back of Lucius' neck with a measured force and allowed him to slowly slip onto the ground.

Harry, aware of the fact that the danger was over, slowly got up and made his way to the older Malfoy. "What was that about?" Harry asked, staring at the figure on the floor.

"Trauma," Blaise said as he helped the unconscious Malfoy up to his shoulders.

"Let me," Harry said quickly, for a while, completely unaware of what he'd said. Blaise gave a quizzical look to Harry, but allowed him to aid him in carrying Lucius to his office.

Surprisingly, he was very lite.

"Doesn't his wife feed him?" Harry asked, allowing himself to feel the slender body that leaned on the side of him.

"Dunno," Blaise said, heaving Lucius onto his chair, "really don't know. I assume, though, that the war was tough on the Malfoys, so, naturally, things could be going on."

Harry took a step back and scanned Lucius with is eyes.

He was thin, and pale, deathly pale. His hair was no longer golden, but a worn out kind of blond and even graying in some areas. Dark rings formed around his eyes, and in addition to all of this, he looked sick.

Harry reached out to touch him on the face, but stopped midway when a few things happened all at once.

It hit Harry like a rock. This was the grandchild of the baby growing inside of Harry, the father of the man he despised, the father of Draco Malfoy. Not only was he the father of Draco, he was the now waking father of Draco Malfoy. And as soon as his eyes shot open, Harry was immediately pushed hard in the stomach by Lucius, and thrown into Blaise who hit the wall with incredible force.

And to make things worse, Neville had walked in, and as usual, Barty was trailing behind him. But, he wasn't alone. As Harry adjusted himself from on top of Blaise to get a good look at the door, he needed only to look at Lucius shocked face to see if the figure standing in the door was actually who he thought it was.

It was clearly evident, though, that Lucius hadn't let the small bulge on Harry's stomach escape him. There was no doubt that he felt it, and it was only a matter of time before he said something to Harry.

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Neville wasn't Barty's only friend, though he may have been one of the closest. Occasionally, when Neville was called away on a mission, it would be necasary for Barty to have company that actually wanted him, therefore, Blaise was not an option. Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom happily accepted his company though. Neville was glad that he could actually speak with them, due to the fact they went blank only a few times a month.

Mr. Longbottom had always called Neville Tom, he'd never been able to memorize his name, but Neville hadn't cared too much. His mother just called Neville Wrapper, something that had been special to her. And Barty, he was their friend, yet, they taught him even better then Neville had. So, in a way, they were his brother and sister.

But, the Longbottoms weren't the only members of Barty's adopted family.

Neville usually only took her to him when Barty became unusually sad or depressed. Despite her dark demeanor, she usually got the job done. They, the healers and the staff of St. Mungos, had really made her look beautiful. No longer was her hair wild and her eyes malicious, her hair had been straightened, washed and cut, and she wore only a curios expression. She absolutely loved it when Neville came down and brought her sweet muggle snacks, the kind that didn't attack you when you tried to eat them. And what she loved most of all was the young man who came with Neville.

He, just like her, wore the same curious mark on his left arm. The skull and the snake, or, to her, the circle and the line. She didn't like it, not one bit; she had tried to get the mark off of her, but so far, all attempts failed. But, he had it, and yet he was still happy. Not only that, but, because he had the mark, he must hold some secrets of her past, some she really wanted to know.

And this is why a curious Bellatrix Black Lestrange followed the two men out of her room. She followed them because she loved both of them dearly, and wanted to find out who she was. So, certainly, with the expression the blond man was wearing on his face, she certainly must have been getting somewhere.

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Yes, Lucius knows Harry's pregnant. Do you like how I brought Bella back? Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter, I'm terribly sorry for any spelling mistakes and hope you can forgive me and pm me with questions.

I finally finished reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Sadness. But, now I'll be looking into second generation fics. I honestly think Astoria is for us to interpret, I think we are meant to do what we want with her. Anyway, check out my twin sister, Yamiga's stories, they're pretty awesome, and I'm sure most of you already read them.

Have a nice week and God bless.