Disclaimer: J K Rowlings stuff not mine unless you count the hundreds of children that everyone has had......they are mine LOL
A/N: Okay. I am still home from work (sick) and my brain has been going 90mph so you get another chapter tonight. In this chapter the song that Katarina sings to Walker is from The Trans-Syberian Orchestra's Beethoven's Last Night CD. The song is a Lullaby sang by (fate) Sylvia Tosun. If you ever get the chance to listen to the CD it is GREAT. Anyway, here we go…….
The Marauders: The Next Generation 11
December 2008......
A child's cry pierces the night. Another bad dream. Katarina rises from bed.
"I have him Severus, you go back to sleep," she whispered as she kissed him softly on the lips.
She walked down the hall to her son's nursery. The room was large with floor to ceiling windows the length of the room. On full moons such as tonight, the room was bright, even with the sheer drapes that covered the windows. It used to be an old sitting room for their apartment at Malfoy manor but when Walker was born they turned it into his nursery. It still contained the piano that Katarina played to lull her children to sleep. He would be moving in with the older children soon being he was now eighteen months old. As she reached his crib he was standing there crying, his round little face streaked with tears.
"Walker, my little love, did you have a nightmare?" she asked as she gently picked him up holding him to her tightly. He nodded as he lay his head on Katarina shoulder, placing his thumb in his mouth.
"Would you like for me to sing to you?" she asked.
He nodded.
She took out her wand and mumbled a few words. As the piano started to play Katarina started singing Walker's favorite lullaby......
Lay your head down
Asleep on my shoulder
Lay your head down
And start a new dream
And for tonight
The moment is over
Drift in a lullaby
Here's where the stars reside
And angels are always seen
And lay your head down
The stars they have whispered
Hear what they say
And know that it means
The moon is your guide
The stars they have kissed her
As she goes gently by
Light as a baby's sigh
Safe on a fairy tale stream
And start a new dream
As she finished the song, Walker sighed in his sleep. She looked up to see Severus standing in the doorway listening to her as the tears streamed down his face. She knew then and there that he loved her more that moment that any other time in his life and she him.
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He entered the secret passage near the gardener's shed by stealth, to be more precise, an invisibility cloak. He slowly made his way through the catacombs pausing now and then to see if there was any noise about the house. He walked in the shadows noticing the disarray of the tunnels. He hadn't been in this house for years. Not since the incident that had sent him to Durmstrang. He had been caught having what he thought was a bit of fun with one of the neighbors little boys. This little bit of fun cost the child his life. Unlike Lucius, who loved girls at the time, he liked boys. The younger the better and this particular child was six. After the incident the child became so distraught and ashamed, he threw himself off a cliff, before it went to trial. If truth be told the child didn't jump but was pushed.
As he walked through the tunnels he realized how warm and cheery the house was. What had happened to the magnificent manor that he had grown up in? As he entered the ground floor he heard music coming from the drawing room on the second or third floor. Someone was playing the piano, singing what sounded like a lullaby and they were quite good he thought. As he continued up the stairs and down the hall, he noticed that all the pictures of his ancestors were gone. That bitch, what had she done to this house? Did she hate Lucius that much to defile his family home? He shook his head, smiling slightly and continued on. When he reached the second floor, he came upon the hall where their bedrooms had been. He walked down the hall noticing how warm the house now was. He remembered it being so cold. Always cold.
He came upon a door that had a plaque that read boys dormitory. Interesting he thought with a smile. When he opened the door he saw ten four poster beds. At the moment not all had children in them since school was out for Christmas. He licked his lips and reprimanded himself, "stay on task. No time to play right now." He backed out of the room and walked to the next door. It's plaque read girls dormitory. When he opened the door it looked a lot like the boys dormitory only there were more beds and girls for that matter. As he scanned the room, he noticed that what he was looking for wasn't there either and he backed out of the room pausing to ponder, where could she be?
He continued down the hall until he reached more doors on the opposite wall. Opening the first door he looked in to see a magnificent four poster bed with deep blue hangings. Lying on the bed asleep was a boy almost nine years old sleeping peacefully without a care in the world. As he looked closer he realized who it was. This must be Draco's son. He was short and stocky with a mane of thick hair. Unlike his father's silver-blonde hair, he had the golden-blonde like his uncle Jareth. He was an absolutely beautiful child. But this wasn't who he was looking for so he backed out of the room. He continued to the next door and gently eased it open. Jackpot! The yellow dream catcher was hanging over her bed. There lying on a beautiful four poster bed with yellow hangings was the object of his interest tonight. Kyleigh Ann Malfoy. He quietly walked up to the bed and gazed down at her. She had a piece of hair draped over her face covering it slightly. He reached down and gently moved the hair so he could get a better look at her face. He nearly gasped out loud. She was such a beautiful child. Pity Lucius was not around to have a go at her; he would have enjoyed that.
As he continued to survey the room he noticed her trunk sitting at the foot of her bed. He walked over to her trunk, gently lifting the lid so it wouldn't make any sound. He took something round out of his robe pocket and placed it in the trunk, slowly closing the lid. He then looked at Kyleigh's sleeping form one last time and quietly left the room.
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January 1, 2009
Last night was for the adults but today was for all the children. There would be sledding, snowball fights and any other kind of snow sport that you could possibly want to play. Well maybe it wasn't for the children after all, thought Hermione as she saw a snowball cream Draco in the face. He fell backwards laughing as Martin ducked, trying to avoid a snowball being thrown at him by Ron. Even Severus was outside throwing snowballs at Remus and Sirius. It's hard to believe that at one time the three of them were the worst of enemies. Funny how a when something happens to someone you love, it makes all the petty idiotic things in your life not worth fighting about any more. And that is what had happened with these three wonderful men. Because of what happened to Hermione and their love for her they put aside their differences to help her through the hardest time in her young life. Good things do sometimes come out of bad things. And now they have bonded into a friendship that they never dreamed possible. Just like the friendship of Ron, Harry and Draco.
As they were having their snowball fight, they weren't paying attention to Kyleigh and Neona, Remus and Luna's oldest daughter, who were sitting on the porch watching the assault of snowballs being tossed about. Little did the guys know that half of the snowballs being throw were from Kyleigh using her telekinetic powers. It wasn't until they started giggling that Harry caught on and started to throw snowballs at them on the porch. They ran in the house screaming and giggling.
They settled themselves in the sitting room discussing the various Christmas presents that they had received.
"My parents got me a new star instrument for my astronomy class next year," said a very excited Neona. "I can't wait for you to come to Hogwarts, we are going to have so much fun."
"I know, I can't wait either," said Kyleigh with a big grin.
"What did your parents get you for Christmas?" asked Neona.
"Well Mommy and Daddy got me this beautiful necklace," she said as she pulled it out of her dress to show Neona.
"Oh my that is lovely."
"And then my Daddy got me a music box. You see, a couple of months ago, I was up in the attic looking around and I saw a lot of really neat looking things so I went a got my Daddy. He came up with me and we found all kinds of really old antiques in the attic that belonged to his ancestors. Among the stuff was this really old music box that didn't work anymore. Well Daddy took it somewhere and had it fixed and then using magic, he put my favorite song in the box," said Kyleigh as she puffed up with pride over the wonderful gift her Daddy had given her.
"You have such a really sweet Daddy. Do you think I could see your music box?" she asked.
"Sure you can," said Kyleigh. "Come on."
When they got to Kyleigh's room she crossed to the trunk at the foot of her bed and opened it. On top of the stack in her trunk were her new school robes, which were folded neatly. She gently moved them so they wouldn't wrinkle and set them aside. Underneath them was her music box. But there was something else sitting on some of her robes. A beautiful round orb. It was the most interesting thing she had ever seen. It looked almost like water but solid. Another present Kyleigh thought? As she reached out and took it in her hand the room slowly started to melt away.
Suddenly Kyleigh was standing in what looked to be an old classroom. There were two people standing there kissing and they looked like her Mommy and Daddy. Then the man that she knew to be her grandfather was there and he was locking the door. He then turned on her Daddy and hit him, knocking him to the floor. This is when Kyleigh started to scream. Trying to get someone attention but no one seemed to hear her and then she saw him turn on her Mommy. Kyleigh started to scream again but still no one came.
Neona stood there watching Kyleigh's face turn to pure terror and then Kyleigh started to scream. Not knowing what was happening, Neona took off running to find the first adult that she could to help her. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she saw Draco and Hermione running towards her followed by Harry.
"Neona, what's happening?" asked Draco in a panic as he ran past her up the stairs.
"I don't know," she choked out, as she became more hysterical by the second.
"Where is she?" asked Hermione.
"In her room, clutching this silver thing."
Draco's heart sank. "Oh no."
The scene that met them was devastating. There lying on the floor in a crumpled heap was Kyleigh, still clutching the penseive, out cold.
Draco ran to her side and pried the penseive out of her hand, making sure that he used a handkerchief to grab it. As he pulled it free he handed it to Harry.
"Kyleigh? Sweetness can you hear me?" he pleaded.
But there was no answer. Kyleigh was barely breathing.
Draco lifted her frail body in his arms and placed her lovingly on her bed. As he lay her down he gently moved her hair out of her face. She was so still with tear streaks running down her pale face.
Hermione was kneeling on the other side of the bed weeping.
"Draco, how did that thing get in here?" she cried.
"I don't know Hermione. It was supposed to be locked up at Hogwarts," he said with a look of fear on his face.
Suddenly Ginny came running into the room followed by Severus and Katarina.
Draco moved out of Ginny's way as she approached the bed so she could examine her. While Ginny was doing this, Katarina took a still hysterical Neona gently by the hand and led her out of the room to a waiting Remus.
"Draco what the hell happened to her?" asked Ginny.
"That fucking penseive," snarled Draco. Ginny looked again into Kyleigh's eyes and knew that she was going to be out for quite a while.
"Is she going to be alright?" asked Hermione.
"Eventually," said Ginny. "She has been hit with some very powerful magic. This amount could knock and adult out for days. She will be out for a while."
"How long are we talking?" asked Draco.
"I'm not sure. This is the second time that this poor child has seen this particular bad memory. She may not want to come back. This is a lot for a ten-year-old to have to deal with. I do think that you and Hermione need to discuss what you are going to tell her when she wakes up. She will have many questions she will need to have answered," said Ginny gravely.
"Is there anything we can do to help her want to come back?" asked Hermione.
"Just talk to her and let her know how much you love her."
As the first week passed there was very little change in Kyleigh's condition. Draco and Hermione took turns staying with her and she was never alone.
"Draco, why won't she come back to us?" pleaded Hermione.
Taking Hermione in his arms Draco said, "I don't know sweet, I just don't know."
Although he said this he knew this wasn't really true. Draco thought that he had a pretty good idea why she wasn't back yet, It was because of him. Because he wasn't her father. And it wasn't until the end of the second week that he found out that all his fears were true.
As Kyleigh started to wake up she moaned. This brought all of Draco's attention to her.
"Kyleigh? Sweetness, can you hear me?" Draco asked.
No response.
"Kyleigh?" Hermione said as she gently brushed Kyleigh's hair back from her forehead.
Her eyes started to flutter open and she burst into tears hugging her mother tightly. As she grabbed on to Hermione, Draco reached over and started to rub circles on her back to comfort her, but she pulled away. Swallowing the increasing lump that was now forming in his throat Draco tried again.
"Kyleigh sweetness how are you feeling?" he asked.
Kyleigh slowly turned to Draco and with a dead stare she looked him straight in the eyes and asked,
"You aren't my father are you?"
It was like she had taken a knife and plunged it deep in the center of his heart. Trying to use a steady breath he said as the tears came streaming down his face,
"No." He felt like he was going to die.
She turned away from him.
He reached out to her and said, "Kyleigh, I……"
"Don't talk to me," she said quietly through clenched teeth,
"Oh god no, Kyleigh, please," he pleaded as his heart was breaking into a million pieces.
Looking at him again she said in a raised voice, "I don't want to talk to you."
"But Sweetness I need to explain some things," he sobbed.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT AGAIN AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" she yelled as she turned her head from him and buried her face in her pillow.
Draco looked at her and then at Hermione who was also crying. He then rose from his place by her bed and slowly walked out of the room wanting only one thing at that moment. He wanted to die.