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None of it made sense.

Harry pored over the results of the forensic tests one more time, but nothing was clear. There was no foreign hair, no footprints or fingerprints left at the scene save those of Mr. McTavish, who was still missing. DNA evidence was nonexistent, leading Harry to believe that the killer was a professional. Anything else about the killer remained shrouded in mystery.

Harry exhaled and shook his head. Perhaps the murder was an isolated event. Maybe the killer had a personal vendetta, and now that it was fulfilled he would fade back into obscurity. This seemed highly unlikely to Harry. Why kidnap a child in order to kill a professor and burn down a greenhouse? If the killer only needed McTavish's hair for a Polyjuice potion, then why not release him? Why attack during the school year? In theory, there should've been better security, if only to keep students in their rooms at night. Then again, how many times had he escaped from his room for some misadventure?

No, something told him that this murder was politically motivated. Someone was trying to send a message by attacking and killing Hogwarts staff, but who? All the Death-Eaters were dead or in Azkaban. All of the prisoners had been rechecked for DNA, but the DNA matched the people they claimed to be. None of it made sense.

Harry stood, stretched, and began rummaging around the kitchen for something to eat. A full stomach might help him think. He had a gnawing fear that the case would grow cold or worse, the murderers would attack again. It was a thought that made him physically ill.

A soft tapping at the door interrupted his thoughts. He spun around and smiled, recognizing the snow white owl as the one belonging to the Malfoys. He rushed to the window and opened it. The owl fluttered inside and perched itself on Harry's coffee table, where his notes lay. "No," Harry muttered as he shooed it away. "I'll get you a treat in a moment."

He ran to the kitchen, pulled out some bread crumbs, and scattered them on the floor. The owl hooted in delight, racing to peck up each of the crumbs in turn. As the owl ate, Harry untied the letter from its foot. The exotic scent of Ginny's perfume permeated the note. Oh how he missed that smell.

He suppressed those thoughts and opened the letter.

Dear Harry,

I appreciate your apology, and I forgive you for what happened. I know how alcohol can affect you, and I probably should have asked the bartender to cut you off. It doesn't matter now I suppose; what's done is done. Draco forgives you as well.

You may wonder why it took so long for me to write and subsequently deliver this letter. I was debating on telling you something, and finally decided to do so in order for you to be prepared when it is announced to the media. I am pregnant, Harry. Judging from the tests, I am roughly four weeks along. I don't expect you to say or do anything, but I thought it would be only fair to warn you.

I hope you can find someone to make you happy and give you the family you've always wanted. I hope you can find happiness as well.

Sincerely,

Ginny Malfoy

Harry choked back his tears as he imagined what his child with Ginny would have looked like. He could almost see a baby who looked exactly like him reaching up to him, cooing softly. The image was soon replaced with another image; a child with strawberry blond hair and Draco's smirk. A tear trickled down Harry's cheek as he imagined Draco and Ginny together, holding the baby. Even in his fantasies, they were happy together.

Harry inhaled sharply and steadied his breath. He needed dinner. Then, perhaps he'd feel well enough to take another stab at finding a lead on the Hogwarts murderer.

"Draco," Ginny purred as Draco entered the bedroom.

"Yes," he drawled with a soft smile before lying down beside her.

"Do you remember when we talked about children?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered before capturing her lips. "We agreed to wait until you were ready."

"What if I told you that I was ready now?" she asked, laying soft kisses on his neck.

His eyes lit up in anticipation. "Well I'd say that we should start trying now."

"What if I told you we didn't have to?" Ginevra whispered.

His face fell as he tried to comprehend what she was saying. "Ginevra, you can't have a baby without trying, and isn't trying the best part?"

"It was," she answered.

Draco's eyes suddenly lit up in understanding. "You mean…?"

She nodded. "The doctor confirmed it a few days ago. He says I'm four weeks along."

"Oh Merlin!" Draco exclaimed before crashing his lips into hers. Then, he backed away. "Oh Merlin I'm going to be a parent."

"I know," Ginevra replied with a gleam in her eyes. "You'll be a great father. I wouldn't have married you if I thought otherwise."

"I suppose so, but I don't know anything about children. I've always wanted a child, but I never really thought about what it would be like to raise one," Draco confessed.

Ginevra took hold of his hand. "We'll figure it out together then."

He nodded before leaning in to plant a passionate kiss on her lips.

Snape and Hermione will return in the next chapter!