A/N: Hi all! I'm sorry it has been so long. This story is kinda obsolete after the sixth book. Please let me know if you want me to continue it. I don't want to keep writing if no one is reading! So, how many people think Snape is still good? I'm interested to know so leave me a review and tell me! Also, while I was waiting for the 6th book to come out, I had to find another series to begin and I found a really good one. It's called Leven Thumps and the Gateway to Foo. Thats the first of 5 books, yet to come out. So give it a try...I really enjoyed it. Let me know how you like it if you do read it.
Ok, on with the story. Sorry this chapter is so short!
Chapter Twelve: Scarred Again…
All four babies were sleeping peacefully in a playpen in the center of the sitting room while three sets of parents looked on, silent and worried. Luna's face was hidden in Harry's shoulder as he stroked her hair repeatedly. Ginny held Draco's hand tighter than ever. Ron had since given up on voicing his opinion of his only sister's relationship. Despite the fact that no one seemed to care about it as much as he did, he felt that there were more important things going on at the moment. Besides, Draco was the only one who had thought to contact Dumbledore about little James' scar. For that small sense of security, he was grateful.
At that moment there was a quiet knock that awoke everyone from their stupor. Draco stood and opened the front door. Dumbledore stood tall and noble with a disturbed look upon his face. He strode past Draco quickly and approached the sleeping children. "Let me see him." He motioned towards Luna and Harry. Luna rose and gently picked up her precious bundle and handed him to Dumbledore. He unraveled the blanket from James' small body and examined him carefully.
After several minutes, Harry spoke up. "So…do you think he was really here?"
Dumbledore looked perplexed. "I believe he was. That is the only way to explain the scar. What I don't understand is why James is still alive. With you, Harry, you had the protection of your mother's love. Voldemort was in this room before you and Luna had even seen James so I don't think he could have possibly been protected by your love…." He paused and looked back down at the now smiling James. "Unless it is in your blood. You're mother's blood protected him." He proclaimed.
"But Professor Dumbledore Sir, why would Voldemort try to kill James when he isn't even my real child. I mean, it's just a school assignment." Harry was confused.
"Ah, yes Harry. I see your point. But Voldemort doesn't know that James is not a real child. He was probably looking for a way to get to you. And what better way than to try to kill your first born?" He looked down at Harry over his half-moon glasses. Just then, Professor Snape entered the room.
"Professor Dumbledore, it seems the Dark Lord has been once again rendered powerless. He is but a spirit again, as he was when he attacked the Potters seventeen years ago." He glared towards Harry.
"Yes, Severus. I figured as much. You see, Voldemort must have thought that Harry had actually conceived a child. He came for his son and was dealt the same fate." The headmaster explained once more. "I think it is safe for you all to return to your own rooms. Just keep me informed of anything you might find out of the ordinary." He scanned the room, making eye contact with each and every one of them until he felt they had an understanding. "Well then, you should be getting off to bed. I shall see you all tomorrow in the Great Hall." And with that, he and Professor Snape strode out of the room, cloaks billowing behind them.
You could feel the release of tension from the room. Everyone was relieved and exhausted. Luna was now kissing and playing with James. Hermione had picked up Madeline, as she and Ron stood to leave.
"Well, Harry, I'm glad that everything is okay for the moment. At least you've managed to postpone his strength once again." She smiled weakly as she yawned.
"Yeah, mate. I guess we'll you in the morning." Ron waved at Harry as he led Hermione and their baby out of the apartment.
Ginny rose and stood directly in front of Harry. "Oh, Harry, I was so frightened for you. I'm glad everything is all right." And with that, she embraced him. "Good night, Luna!"
"Goodnight, Ginny and Draco. Thanks for being here with us through all of this." She smiled as she took James into his room to lay him down for the night.
"Well I guess we'll get going too, huh Draco. Grab Leo, will you?" She motioned towards the last baby left in the play pen. When they reached the door she turned back towards Harry. "Oh, Harry, I named my daughter Lily, after your mother. I just thought you should know." She smiled shyly.
Harry stiffened for a moment and held her gaze. "Thanks, Gin. That means a lot to me----goodnight." He locked the door behind them and joined Luna in their room.
Ginny and Draco put their twins in their own cribs and then crawled into bed together, laying in silence. Ginny cuddled up to her husband but got no response from him. "Draco, are you awake?" She asked, nudging him.
She heard him sigh. "Yes, Gin."
Ginny sat up, knowing there was something bothering him. She turned on the light on her small nightstand. "What's wrong?" She asked sweetly as she pushed a few straggling hairs from his eyes.
"I didn't know you named our daughter after Potter's mother." He said accusingly, not meeting her eyes.
"Oh, Draco. What does it matter? You like the name, right?" He nodded. "So what is the problem?" She asked, taking his hand in hers.
"I don't know. I just can't help but feel that you two have some kind of connection. Something that we don't have. I just don't want to lose you to him, Gin." He spoke in a whisper.
Ginny grabbed her pendant and stared him in the eye. Draco, WE have a connection that I will never have with anyone else. You have been able to change my life for the better. You continue to surprise me day after day with how sweet and caring you are. I LOVE YOU DRACO MALFOY. No one else will ever be able to charm their way into my heart.
Draco stared into her dark brown eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Then he cupped her cheeks softly and pulled her into him, kissing her first tenderly and then more passionately. Ginny rolled over on top of him, kissing him back with all of her strength. She didn't want him to doubt for one minute that she was his. That night, she gave herself to him completely. It was a night that neither would ever forget. A night with no boundaries and no secrets. A night devoted entirely to two people in love.
A/N: So let me know what you think...continue or don't?
