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Chapter One

1st August 1997

The Burrow

Harry, Ron and Hermione stood together on the edge of the dance floor smiling as they watched Bill and Fleur dancing together. The three of them were allowing themselves a moment of peace. Their children and loved ones were safe and they allowed that knowledge to calm them. Here at The Burrow it was hard to believe that dark times were brewing in the outside world.

After the dancing people milled around talking and congratulating they newlyweds. Fleur had a huge smile on her face and her younger sister looked like she was jabbering happily sitting next to her mother.

"It's so prefect isn't it?" Hermione sighed dreamily.

Harry and Ron rolled their eyes at their best friend's expression but smiled as they agreed with her.

They just hoped it stayed that way.

...

Unfortunately it wasn't to be. Everyone was still smiling and having a good time when the sky darkened and black clouds rolled in. A shocked gasp rippled through the crowd when a silvery Patronus appeared and addressed them in Kingsley Shacklebolt's voice.

"The Ministry has fallen...they are coming."

Frightened screams rent the air as Deatheaters appeared. Curses began flying back and forth in a desperate attempt to keep the Deatheaters at bay. Harry, Ron and Hermione however Apparated out of their as fast as they could after Remus Lupin shouted at them to run. Hermione grabbed Ron and Harry's hand and soon the three of them felt the unpleasant sensation that came with this form of travel.

There was a popping sound as the three of them appeared on dark corner of a London Street. They stepped out onto the pavement and joined the bustling crowds. Even though it was night time the city was still unbelievably busy. There were people everywhere they looked. They saw a young couple walking along hand in hand and felt a pang of jealousy for how simple their lives were.

As they walked down the street they could hear drunken singing coming from the pubs. They hastily moved out of the way as very pissed off bouncer shoved a drunken stumbling man into the street. There were so many different smells that it was hard to pinpoint a certain one. The smell of car fumes mixed with the smell of food and mishmash of other smells.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were all wearing dress shoes which were starting to hurt their feet. Harry noticed a small cafe and pointed it out to the others. The three of them made their way over and sat down at a table. When the waitress asked if they would like anything to drink the three of them just ordered the same thing.

...

The three teen spent a short while at the cafe quietly discussing their next move. It was agreed by all that they would go to Grimmauld Place. Sirius and Remus, as well as their children, would be there and it would be a good place to start their hunt for Horcruxes from.

...

As soon as they arrived the three of them were pulled into crushing hugs by Sirius and Remus.

"Thank Merlin, you three are alright!" Remus exclaimed.

"What about you guys?" Harry asked.

"We're all fine," Sirius assured him, "the boys are all safe too."

Harry, Ron and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

The group moved into the kitchen and sat themselves around the table.

"Now," Sirius began, "we need to talk about what happens next."

The three friends exchanged looks. They knew what was going to happen next.

Harry glanced at his godfather and cleared his throat.

"Well the thing is, I've been given a job to do by Dumbledore," he told the two elder wizards.

"What is this job?" Sirius wanted to know.

...

Somewhere in France

Draco sighed to himself as he stared out of the window. He was sitting in the nursery of the house that he and his mother were using as their hide out. They had Bastian, Harry and Draco's son and Lilyana, Harry's daughter. They also had Dianthe and Madonna with him. With so many children Draco and his mother, Narcissa, rarely got any time to themselves. However at the moment the four one year olds were asleep and the silvery blond haired teen was taking a moment to relax while his mum was out shopping.

Well maybe relaxing wasn't the right word. He was certainly trying to but there was a giant knot of worry forming in his stomach. He feared for those still in England, especially his lover Harry. Draco also felt no small amount of concern for those who would be returning to Hogwarts. Minerva McGonagall was Headmistress now. Draco knew she would protect the students. She was a strong woman.

Draco sighed again and rubbed his hands over his face. He silently cursed the Dark Lord...Voldemort... he reminded himself. Draco was sure he would attack the school. No one could stand against the dark wizard.

Well there was Harry but Draco didn't like that idea at all. He'd come to love the raven haired boy with all his heart. He didn't know what he would do if Harry fell. The stormy eyed boy shook his head as tears began to fall at that thought.

'Harry will survive. He has to...he has too.'

Draco jumped startled when a child's cry pulled him from his internal musings. Bastian had woken up and didn't seem too pleased about something. His crying woke up the other the children who began crying as well. Draco groaned but perked up when he heard the front door opening.

It seemed his mother heard the children's crying as she soon appeared in the nursery. Draco helped her prepare bottles and get the children in to clean nappies.

Draco was thankful that he had his mother there. It made everything that much more bearable.