DISCLAIMER; HP belongs to JKR. The story line and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.

A/n the end has come, at least for this incarnation of the story. This is 1-2.

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11 Years Later

Take 2 of Chapter 1

Anniversary preparations, 11 years ahead-

2010- A day of Thanksgiving- Time line Changes

Several tents and a giant weather controlled heated bubble, had just been erected on Borrow grounds. A large coach carried the Cuban salsa group, and the strings quartet had arrived a few minutes before. Sadly, all these Muggles would have to be Obliviated. No loss to them, they would be paid beyond their expectations after their gig and would be richer.

A palace stood in place of the Burrows. Several other buildings were built around a large semi-forested park. During this particular day, there were many crows sitting all over the place. Nobody looked at them any more, they were common place. Neither did they look at the cloaked guards who seem to be everywhere, they didn't look because only a few saw them.

Bill sat outside looking at all the preparations and at Molly, their miracle baby. He remember the fat little male fairy carrying a bubble, "Your baby, almost right on time, sorry it has been a long nap, like 9 and some years since that day in the tent..." He flew above Hermione's belly, kissed a small clear ball, whispered "Papa Do will miss you," he 'dropped' the ball on her lower belly. He did a couple pirouettes, giggled, did an air curtsy and was gone.

Both looked in amazement at how the ball dissapeared into her body. Whereupon, Hermione was more than a bit upset, rightly so. She was angry at Bill for hiding the truth of her pregnancy and miscarriage. After a while, they figured out that her baby had been safely kept somewhere and was back again. Although Hermione wasn't ready, she was beyond happy.

"What was the racket, beautiful?" Viktor had just entered the room, he had been training the future Quidditch league and was exhausted. All his men, former Quidditch players worked at compound, guarding their futures.

"I'm crashing, cannot believe that I am saying this when I have been gone for five days. Here give me a kiss," He stretched his arms.

They heard, Arga's, "Harumph." She didn't like Viktor because he teased her constantly. He flirted with her, called her vain, and made fun of her penchant for curly hair, still the rage with her kin.

Hermione laughed and went to him, she had hardly kissed him when he was asleep.

Bill laughed, "Old man, so many years old, no wonder, plus having to always be pretending to grow up; it must stink. A good thing that is over; cannot say that our lives have been boring. You know that we will miss it when we go back, but now that we remember it all, I miss it even more. Our people along with Viktor's, are getting everything together. Anyway, he is a good friend and ally. To think that we lost our world because the hordes blocked the yellow eyes' portal. They lost their world and we lost ours. Sad times, nah, no time to be sad, time to rejoice."

She agreed. Life was good, and nobody was ever the wiser about Viktor, as it always had been. They had always lived and ruled together, the yellow eyes had no females at present, and to have one of them, it was always with the Blue Wolves mates, always.

Viktor wasn't in a hurry, besides getting it all in place 70 years went fast. For now life was good, the palace was bursting with children, between the Elm, Greybacks, and the Weasley, and add the Malfoy after Draco married into the Elm family, there were pups everywhere. And the Malfoy had their own secret which was fine.

"Yes, just remembering. There are really children everywhere, we aren't alone, and you are just trouble. How many times a day does it take to keep you satisfied?" his voice a bit husky, his eyes gleamed with joyful lust.

He loved the way she smelled, maybe if she settled down to the right, oh yes, move a little back, perfect, not even paying attention of how he was pressing against her. He wondered if they could find just a short while to be alone? This day was making him very emotional, eleven years and three months from the realization; and ten to the day when they had their hand-fasting.

She sighted and settled down. She was upsetting both of them, and the day was going to be very long. She laid her head on his chest, rested her hands over his, and looked at the army of helpers, house-elves, guards, children, and pets. Both sat there contented. Viktor was waving his hand, shaking his head with frustration, he had been gone for days and wanted to 'play.'

Then she whispered, "I have the solution, do you want to join me at the large bathroom? It is ours alone for the next days, and the children are staying with their grandparents, Viktor can meet us there." His chest rumbled with delight. Both Lobo and he liked to watch the show, same went for Viktor.

He looked at the sea of heads. It was a veritable human quilt, a children quilt, the most beautiful kind. Ahem, a pup quilt, almost everyone of them.

Keeping the young from switching into pups would be difficult, so there were automatic concealments in place.

They might all look a little different, but they all shared a commonality; they all must have drunk some sort of invigorating potion, judging by their fast running and loud screams, all over the place. He hoped for them to settle down before everyone came.

Other dogs, some giant, some that had to be wolves, not a type of Siberian husky, just white wolves, also smaller breeds, and a few Kneazles were joining the fun. Rose, with her curly ginger hair, tall, pretty and sure of herself, came out pulling a cart with balls, many small brooms, and some soft toys. The boys, and a couple of the girls, one of them Rose, grabbed brooms and started climbing on them.

She looked around for her little brothers and sighed, they were surely doing something bad with the Potters, she knew it; those twin boys were nothing but trouble. Probably running like pups, although they been told no pups today, they could escape any charms.

They were such a pain, hopefully they wouldn't be covered with ticks. And not covered with magic ticks which had disastrous effects and made them sick. Two more caretakers came out to help with the bunch, and she sighed with relief.

Bill turned his head around and looked at the Burrow, not the one where he grew up, that one had burned down; it did not look like the first one, not exactly.

The palace or the Blue Grass Residence sat on its place. It exuded the same air of prosperity and elegance of the garden prepared for the party. The name was displayed at the entrance but invisible to Muggle eyes. Amazing what eleven and one half years could do.

Their unconventional families all united by their love for each other, were unbreakable thus their strength. The Weasley Manor was located on the same park and connected with a bridge. It was really a large luxury apartment's compound, the bottom floor had large meeting rooms, and hotel sized kitchen, a large nursery for daycare. There were libraries in each building that would compete with the Malfoys.

The palace was needed because all the guests they hosted, many not from around —this world— and they expected a prince to live in a palace, so they did.

During a family meeting they were discussing the repeated threats, and they arrived to an unanimous decision to reside by each other. Although a somewhat medieval living arrangement, the park had been built in way to afford great privacy. The Elm Manor had also been moved to the park. It was not only Unplotted but in a continuos space, in the same plane than the Greyback castle. But this was only known to them.

At the Elm and Weasley Manors, each individual living (house) area had its own Floo connection and its own entrance to the outside world, and each fostered privacy.

There was also a 'bridge' to the Malfoy Manor so the Malfoy pups could be educated with their cousins.

It was good that Fred had 'come' back, and that Hermione only had to sit by Volker and know who he was. She got along with Fenrir and now she had two brothers and one sister. Her mother still missed Regulus once in a while, and Hermione wished she could tell her that both Regulus and Robert were her sons. They knew theirselves, and although no longer loved their 'wife,' they were mommy's pups. She couldn't tell her Mom, if she tried to tell her she'd forget for good, and she liked knowing.

Bill couldn't be happier, he kissed his love, his witch, his friend and mate, his reason for breathing and living.

However, his heart ached at the thought of losing her, a possibility that was never far. The danger was still there. It was the reason why the area was protected with state of the art Muggle security and with the strongest of wards, plus the area was guarded by the crows, the yellow eyes guards, and the cloaked guardians, thus he felt nearly safe. If only he didn't have to worry about powerful beings always trying to abduct either Hermione or their children, things would be perfect.

Hermione attracted them like honey, he remembered that it was just like that, long, long ago. These days they had strange visitors wanting to have contracts with each of his children, or to buy Hermione right out; some others wanted to 'take her on loan' to birth powerful heirs. She would growl at the idiots. As for Viktor, he would turn into a full height 'yellow eye,' and would stare at them until they left in a hurry.

All friends, family, and allies were welcome; after all, everyone's blood was red or blue, or purple, or green, or whatever. They laughed at all the secrets running around, one of the best was the Malfoy; and Lucius had secret designs of his own, a way to end their 'secret.'

And if the family groups-were now a reckoning financial and political power, it was as because their tolerance, their love for the new, their growing acceptance of the Muggle world and other less known realities, but mostly because of their tightly knitted allegiance.

All the Weasley children worked together, along with the Elm, Greyback, Potter, everyone but Arthur. He was still at the Ministry in charge of the new Ministry for Muggle affairs.

Their unconventional families all united by their love for each other, were unbreakable thus their strength.

Kissing her husband's cheek, she held on to him tighter, and she rested her head on his chest. The moment was perfect, a feeling of completion suffused his very being and filled him entirely.

Not everyone was in such state of bliss. Ron was very happy with Hermione's cousin but once in a while the green eye monster would take a hold of him. During those episodes, Arga, who had figured out his fears, knew that she was his biggest heebie jeebie (as his wife educated in US would say) would come and scare the bejesus out of him. He couldn't get used to Arga's kin who now lived amongst them; and their velvet carrying pouches always made his stomach a bit queazy.

Remus, who loved Lucrezia was also infected by the green bug, albeit mostly cured, and was mostly happy. But Moony still wanted the princess. If Bill shared with that demon thing why not with us? Dulcinea is a fine bitch, but she isn't the Princess. Moony would whisper softly, well knowing that he would get both Remus and himself in trouble.

"You said Lucrezia was our Mate." Remus always grumbled, already falling into the trap. I said she smelled fine, and I was confused. Remus kinda of knew that Moony was right, but he was happy enough. It never ended there, Remus was resigned, "What do you propose we do, have you seen that thing inside Viktor?"

During his plotting times, Lucrezia's wolf, Dulcinea, would bite his rump. Of course it didn't help so he continued his forever plotting. He had tried to trick Bill today with a re-enactment of his failed wedding day, well knowing that his witch would be very mad. He had everyone bamboozled, until Fenrir had figured it out, and had just talked Bill out of it; just a couple hours before, after convincing Bill that it would only bring him

The council's guests were early; were arriving dressed as 'a la Malfoy' wizards, or nearly more ostentatious, like Lear or for that matter Fenrir. They were counting on Bill and his lady to invite many of them to live in a real world, in one of the blue grass worlds. They often liked to remind him of all the favors, every time that it was possible.

Of course, he would invite them, for a price, he wanted a deal for all his earthly extended family. As for a couple of the council members, they had come to scout the place with plans of their own. They were all being ushered into the palace, to show them their rooms where they would stay during the two day celebration.

One of the guests was Vortex, a prince and a renegade. He had a deal for Hermione, the return of an old friend, Sirius. Not a free offering, the eccentric being had his eye on Rose and wanted a contract with her. She seemed a good choice and looked much like her mother. With Vortex's mother back, she wanted grandchildren; now that she was returned to them thanks to Viktor, who had figured a way to fool time.

"Lady Malfoy, I apologize for my early arrival, but I have an old friend who missed his ward. He shared a decade of dreams with her." A rounded male fairy came out his satchel. He beelined for Molly who was riding piggy back on Teddy. He didn't add that the fairy visited their daughter's dreams nearly daily, they wouldn't have like that.

"Down, down," she hollered, "now, Telli, now." She had seen the fairy.

"I'll be," Hermione said. "How does she know him? Is that even possible?"

"Ouch, " Teddy yelped, "Missy that is rude, you don't zap anyone. You shouldn't do it. You're being naughty and it is rude. Molly, just say please, and I will let you down."

Teddy wasn't happy when the little witch just jumped anyway with the help of a little fairy, who took her hand and then swept her up in the air. "Papa Doo loves you." They all heard as he twirled around, up in the air; making Molly giggle with delight and exclaimed, "Papa Doo."

When Teddy tried to reach her, they flew higher. Others had noticed, and Lord Elm who had just arrived had a major fit to see little Molly at least four meters up, doing a merry go around with a small winged man. The crows were all in alert and tried to fly near, only to find out the Doer had formed a barrier around him. His powers were legendary.

"Young lass down, right now." Bill ordered, Hermione wasn't looking, what if the darn creature let go of her hand. Nothing, because the crows were there plus several wands were pointed at her. Granted that the crows might no be able to stop a fall, but the wands would, they hoped.

The crows were cawing at the the old renegade with powers beyond many. He had never formed any attachments, to anyone, but the chubby princess called him Papa Doo, so they had something going. They hoped that he was gone before the stuffy council members came out. They were warning him because he was something of a folk hero. They were unhappy thinking that he would be caught, so they started to fly again, coming from under the short pair, hoping to grab Molly.

The crows' wishes came thru because whe was gone all right; right in front of everyone's eyes Molly and the Fairy Doer vanished.

Hermione turned to Vortex, not a favorite of hers. "Where is my baby, I hope that you know since you brought the short menace."

He didn't, he looked down. Vortex had a secret, while he liked Rose, he also was very, very sweet on Hermione, but he knew better, the Blue Prince was the key for thousands of beings to 'go back.'

Teddy was running around looking, the day had turned into a parents' nightmare. Teddy wanted to howl, he was very, very upset. She was his mate, he had no doubt. He had nearly drowned when he was a tot, and Lear had made him into a shifter, later he told him he was Molly's mate, but he already knew it. He couldn't stand never to see Molly. His hair was drab green, the color of desperation, I hate the fairy, since right now he is my biggest enemy. He suspected this wouldn't be the only time the bloody Papa Do would take Molly.

Viktor came towards them. "Princess, let me try to find them. I think I can follow their trace." He was just saying because the creature's trace ended at the point where had vanished, very unusual.

Bill turned to Vortex, "Where did he take Molly, you are about to ruin the celebration."

Vortex said calmly, "I am sure that he just took her for a short outing." Ha, he didn't look confident.

"Where?"

Vortex threw his hands up on the air. "Exactly," Bill said, "you haven't the faintest."

"Where is Arga? Her relatives can go into space-pockets." She knew her other kin disliked gatherings but she could enlist their help, Hermione kept asking. Guests were arriving, and everyone pretended that all was well.

Arga was no where to be found, last that anyone had seen her she was inside Molly's small backpack.

Hermione sat on Bill's lap, Lobo was peeved. Are you all crazy, letting that mad fairy get close to my pup. Quit sitting around, do something. Bill growled he didn't need this. Viktor was pacing, not happy at all.

A/n expect the second part in a couple of days. Thanks to all those who have supported this story. Better late than never, I am ending all that I started.