Author's Note: I'll have to change quite a bit here too. But, it is the last chapter. Hooray.

Chapter 10: Let You Down

It had been eleven years since the fall of Voldemort. The entire wizarding world was thrown into shock upon hearing the news. The shock was short lived because of the trials. Many of the Death Eaters had become permanent fixtures in Azkaban prison. Cordelia was only interested in one of the trials. Lucius Malfoy was surprised at her presence and had tried to appeal to her. It was a losing battle. She was only interested in seeing him suffer. Harry became the Even-More-Famous Harry Potter. Upon leaving Hogwarts, both went on to work at the Ministry of Magic. Harry still worked there; Cordelia became a professor at Hogwarts. She had been the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for about seven years. It was surely a record for that position.

The dynamic duo also married the same year Voldemort was defeated and she gave birth to a blond haired, blue-eyed boy. Cordelia had insisted that they name the boy, Draco. So, their eldest child was Draco Osiris Potter. The very next year they had boy number two. He was a spitfire image of his father. They named him James Ronald Potter. It was sort of a dedication to the father that Harry never knew. Their marriage flourished for four years, but the same problems kept popping up. No matter how much each wanted to ignore it, Cordelia was still more in love with Draco Malfoy. The divorce wasn't bitter; in fact, the two had decided to continue living in the same house for their children. They remained best friends throughout all the years.

Little Draco was getting ready to go to Hogwarts. It would be his first year, and everyone was excited. Cordelia would be leaving the next day for Hogwarts. The professors were required to live in the castle throughout the school year. The odd, little family was used to this by now. She visited home almost every day while she was gone. This time around Draco would be able to spend more time with his mother than he was used to and he was excited about that also.

Cordelia had fallen asleep on the couch. The boys were playing wizarding chess in their room. Harry was reading the latest letter from Ron and Hermione. Since their marriage, they had traveled all around the planet and always made sure to write to their best friends every week. Harry smiled at how odd everything turned out to be.

Draco Malfoy was in Spain. Before that he was in Russia, before that Australia, Germany, Romania, the United States, Canada, Brazil . . . the list goes on and on. He had received notice of graduation from Hogwarts a few short weeks after he went into hiding. He figured that Cordelia had something to do with that. He smiled at the thought of her. He had also heard that she was the main reason her father was sent to prison. He also gave a smile at the idea. His father wasn't dead, like he thought. Instead, he was going crazy in Azkaban. It seemed justified.

Cordelia had been on his mind a lot these days. Every girl he met on his travels was nothing in comparison to her. A tear started to slowly fall down his cheek. He had really blown it with her. He was sure that she had moved on. Wishing that he could go back in time to teach his younger self what he knew now, Draco sat down on a bench. He would do anything to go back. And with that thought, he disappeared and reappeared in a strange house. It was a nice house and there was Harry Potter…

"How did you get in here?" Harry questioned as he rose from his seat.

"I don't know." Draco was confused. What was he doing in Harry Potter's house?

Before Harry could ask any other questions, his two sons came stampeding down the hallway causing their mother to wake-up. "Boys! How many times do I have to tell you?" She rose from the couch. The boys were about to mumble a sorry, but were taken aback by the new figure in the home.

"Who are you?" James questioned. Draco noticed this boy looked like Harry did at that age and then it dawned on him. He was Harry and Cordelia's son! That meant that the blond had to have been too. The question caused Cordelia to turn to the object the boys were gawking at.

"Draco?" She got up in her trademark swift and gentle movement and went toward him.

"What mom?" The blond asked.

"Sorry honey. I was referring to this man here." She got closer to him. Her heart beating faster and went to touch his face.

All of this was too much for Draco to handle. He backed away from her touch. "So, I finally get all the parts of that crazy spell, I come back and you are a Potter? You named one of your sons after me?" His head was spinning. This was far too much to handle. He was finally the man she deserved and she had moved on a long time ago. This was the thing he feared would happen.

"No. Draco. I was married to Harry until I realized that I loved you too much." She took a deep breath and looked to Harry for permission to say the next thing. He nodded. Instead of addressing the man before her, she turned to her oldest boy. "Do you remember how I kept telling you that you and James have different fathers?" The blond nodded. "Honey. This is your father." She turned back to her love. "Harry and I married so I could give birth to him under wedlock."

"You were pregnant that whole time?"

"The whole time. That's why it was so hard for me to be away from you. It was also why I fought so hard and also why I needed to make sure your father was never going to be released. He saw me with the baby and he knew that the child was his grandson. I'm actually surprised you hadn't heard anything."

It took a few minutes for the whole thing to settle into Draco's mind. He went over to his eleven-year-old son and gave him a hug. He would have to spend some time getting to know him. Then he went back to the love of his life and kissed her. "I love you." He reached down and felt a ring on her finger. "You still wear it?"

"I've never taken it off." She smiled at him for a moment. "I love you." They then embraced each other and felt the power of love flow through their bodies. It was the one true unspoken force that had existed since the beginning of time. Unspoken forces rule over all our lives, we just have to open our eyes (or hearts) to see them.

Author's Note: Yep. That's it.