Draco hadn't been the same since his father was killed.
He was spending most of his free time training with anyone who would train with him, even Grindelwald had spent some time training with him.
Ron would never admit it but he was scared of Draco and his newfound attitude towards training.
It had been two weeks since his Father was killed and March was nearly over. In that time there had been no sightings of Voldemort, it seemed that his wandering had ended, though what had stopped him was yet to be discovered.
Draco had received a letter from him Father, detailing how proud he was of his son, and telling him that he loved him, before apologising for getting involved with Voldemort in the first place. He finished the letter off with details on how Draco could reclaim the family treasures and didn't even manage to sign his name or finish the letter properly. There had been a few house-elfs in the vicinity when Lucius had died, they reported hours of torture, throughout which Draco's father didn't scream once.
Everyone was both impressed and saddened by Lucius' end, with Harry joining Draco for training as much as he could.
The Vipers and the Order of the Phoenix would stand together.
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"Those filthy blood-traitors and Mudblood filth have defiled my cave, I knew that I wasn't mistaken in feeling two of my Horcruxes being destroyed. SILENCE!" He shouted at nobody, being the only living being in the cave.
He would figure out how to uncover the pool of light soon, in the meantime Voldemort tried to regain control of his burning anger.
He would have his inferi army with him soon.
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"Hey Blaise Honey, I need to talk to you." Hermione said after entering the planning room, bringing the boy with her back to her room.
A minute later they were in Hermione's bedroom, with Blaise pulling her into a hug and parting with a kiss.
"What's up Hermione?"
"I'm pregnant." She whispered.
"What was that?"
"I'm pregnant." She said louder, unsure as to how Blaise would react. He pulled her into another hug, his face split in half with a smile.
"That's fucking amazing. We have to tell the others." He said once their hug ended. Blaise was literally bouncing with excitement.
"I would like to wait a while first, just until we are able to ensure they are growing normally."
"If it makes you feel better, we can wait." Blaise assured her, kissing her hand and smiling at her. "I love you so much Hermione, you are my life."
"I love you too, imagine if you hadn't been able to get over your prejudices from your earlier years." She replied with a matching smile.
"I'm just glad I grew up."
The two spent ages talking about what they would name their child, what house they thought they would be in, and all sorts of hypothetical questions about the future of their child.
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"You're planning a trip to Godric's Hollow?" Gellert asked Harry after overhearing his conversation with Daphne.
"Yeah, I think I'm ready to see the place my parents died in." Harry answered the old man, who had become much more pleasant over time.
"I shall accompany you, I have family in Godric's Hollow so don't think I'm only coming to supervise you."
"I didn't know you had family in the UK, who is it if you don't mind me asking?" Daphne questioned the former dark wizard.
"My Aunt Bathilda Bagshot."
"The famed magical historian?" Harry asked, shocked by the news.
"The very same, I shall ensure that Godric's Hollow is safe for you and then make my way to her house. When do you plan to leave?"
"In an hour or so." Harry supplied, earning a nod from the older man.
"I shall grab my coat."
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"Draco dear, we are holding a ceremony for your father, can you stop this training for a few hours please?" Narcissa asked her son, who hasn't said more than two words to her since she had arrived.
"I'll never be strong enough to kill Voldemort if I go with you." Draco responded, not breaking his flow with his movement sequences. "I will get my revenge."
"You'll never be strong enough to kill him anyway, you're not fated to do that, you'll be no help to anyone if you exhaust yourself constantly and push everyone away. You're not the only one here to lose someone to Voldemort, look at Harry, he has lost his parents, and your boyfriend lost his sister when she was eleven, that's no age to die." Narcissa had walked up to Draco, placing a hand on his shoulder and finally breaking his focus on his training. "It could have been you who died in your second year, or even at Malfoy Manor with your father. Lucius had made peace with the fact that his life was forfeit from the moment he began feeding information on Voldemort to the Daily Prophet."
"He was one of the anonymous sources?" Draco asked, shocked that his father would do something like that.
"Yes Draco, your father changed his path in life so that he wouldn't lose you or me. He loved you, more than he ever loved me. You were his greatest achievement."
"It's not fair that Voldemort has gotten away with it. He should face justice." Draco complained sadly, with Narcissa pulling him into a hug.
"Come with me to the ceremony, you know you'll regret not being there." She pleaded with her son, who nodded and followed behind as his mother led him to the funeral.
They quickly stopped so that Draco could put on some attire that was more suitable for a funeral, though he elected to keep on his training gear underneath the formal robes.
The pair left for the private ceremony, with Harry and Sirius meeting them there as they were Narcissa's cousins. It would be the first time that Harry had seen Petunia since he had left to fight in the war against Voldemort, it was a rather tearful reunion but the sorrow of not seeing each other for ages was nothing next to the grief hanging in the air around the passing of Lucius Malfoy.