Second chapter today! I'm so proud of myself!!! ^_^ So, how is it so far? Love it? Hate it? Let me know!!! Prepare yourself for the longest Chapter yet!!!

Don't let the title of this chapter fool you. No babies die. :)

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Chapter 4: Baby, Killing, and Another Baby

Two months later, (A/N: I'd say she's 5 ½ months along now.) Transfiguration was interrupted by Madam Pomfrey.

"May I please see Ms. Rebecca Marsden? That's a good girl, leave Oliver here with Draco, dear." Rebecca got up and handed Oliver to Draco, who accepted the child. Then she disappeared out the door with Madam Pomfrey.

Later, Rebecca came back looking extremely happy.

"Guess what, Draco!"

"What?"

"It's another boy!"

"That's wonderful! Do you know what you'll call him?"

"I don't know yet. Any suggestions?"

"Name him after a relative. That's what my family always does if they can't think of something off the top of their heads. My brother was named after my father."

"You have a brother?"

"Yeah, but he died a long time ago. He didn't want to be a Death Eater, so my father killed him."

"That's probably the fate that awaits my brother Andrew. If the disease doesn't get him first."

"What is it?"

"Nobody knows. He's been to every wizard hospital in the country and they don't know what it is."

"I'm sure they'll find out soon."

"Well, on a more cheerful note, I know what I'll name the baby."

"What?"

"I can't tell you. It'll ruin the surprise!"

Draco argued for awhile, but Rebecca always just answered, "You'll see." Somehow, Draco didn't think he could wait 4 more months, but he gave up and let her go to write to her father and Michael to tell them the good news.

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At Hogwarts, talk of Rebecca's second son spread like fungus in a locker room. Most people wished her luck, while offering to baby-sit. Nobody could wait for him to be born. Least of all Rebecca, who had taken to writing "love letters" to her unborn child. To this day, Draco still says her happiest days were while she was pregnant.

While these were in fact, her happiest days, they were also the scariest. Who's to say Kalabar wouldn't have come and taken the baby? She had several months to picture all the terrible things that could have happened.

Anyway, everything went smoothly. That is, until she went into labor. A month early. Of course, after the initial shock of the baby coming early, everything was fine. Labor didn't last long, so she was less tired than after Oliver's birth nearly two years before. After Madam Pomfrey said it was alright, Draco brought Oliver in to meet his new brother. Oliver ran over to his mother, anxious to see his brother. He took one look at the tiny pink face poking out of the bundle in Rebecca's arms and yelled, "Bwuvver!" which was meant to be, "Brother!"

"Yes," Rebecca said gently, "And his name is Drake," looking up at Draco she said, "I wanted to name him after you, but I didn't want to confuse myself. His middle name is Andrew."

Just then, a familiar smiling face walked in the door. "Andrew!" Rebecca cried.

Andrew was fairly tall with red hair that matched Rebecca's. He was sickly pale and his eyes had dark circles under them. He was extremely thin and he wasn't what one would call handsome, but he looked friendly. He walked over and gave Rebecca a hug and asked to hold the new baby. She let him, rather reluctantly.

"You're even thinner than last time, Andrew." She said sadly.

"Yeah. I don't think I have much time left. It's got to be only a matter of minutes. I wanted to spend my last moments with you. My older sister. You've taught me so much over the years. I wanted to give you this." Here, he handed Draco the baby and he went outside the room dragging with great effort, a large trunk.

"What's this?" Rebecca asked.

"Just some old stuff that meant a lot to me. It's my way of saying thank you for being such a great sister." Here, he sat down and started choking. He began coughing up blood and he could barely breathe. Then he leaned back and was dead.

They were silent for awhile, before-

"Did your father torture him as much as he does you?"

"No. They had a different mother."

"They?"

"I have a younger sister too. She's only 11. She's just as sick as he was. The doctors say she won't live much longer than he did. They've been saying that since she was born. Her name's Elisabeth." She wiped away the tears rolling down her cheek and said, "Enough about that. At least father hasn't come yet."

And then he did.

"I'm here to take what's mine. Please hand over the child Draco."

Of course, Draco didn't comply, so he turned to Rebecca. "I know how you think and I don't want these children raised like you, so I'll be taking them home with me." Kalabar reached for Oliver's hand and Oliver cowered behind Draco. This further angered Kalabar, who yelled, "Come here, you stupid brat!"

Oliver reached up for Draco's free hand and yelled, "No, you toopit def eater!" (No, you stupid Death Eater!) Amazing, isn't it, what a two year old knows?

"Fine!!!" Kalabar turned to walk away, but before he left, he yelled, "I'm leaving tomorrow and they WILL be with me!"

Once Kalabar was gone, Rebecca said, "I'll kill that, man! I swear it, I will!"

"Do you want me to go put Oliver to bed?"

"Would you? I'd appreciate it. You never know what he'll pick up, listening to me rant. I don't want him alone, though. Take him up there for now and stay with him, but if you do come back later, bring him with you."

So Draco took the yawning child by the hand and walked away, but on his way out, he handed Rebecca the knife she had given him for Christmas. "This may come in handy later," he whispered.

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That night, everything was ready. Rebecca, knife in hand, crept silently into the room of her father. Draco, having left the children with Madam Pomfrey, stood in the doorway, ready to protect if trouble should arise.

Silently, she held the knife. As it hovered over the slowly rising and sinking chest of her father, she thought of the blood that would pour forth from the heart of her father and couldn't do it for the sick feeling in her stomach. It wasn't guilt. The sight of blood just made her slightly queasy. So she dropped the knife and scampered.

Equally angry at Kalabar and having expected this, Draco ran in, grabbed his knife and plunged it into Kalabar's heart and ran off himself.

When he caught up with Rebecca, she had gone back to the hospital wing to retrieve her children. "I couldn't do it, Draco. I want you to."

"I did."

"Thank you." And for the first time since Kalabar arrived, she smiled.

Stupid Draco couldn't help himself. He kissed her. More passionately than she'd ever known. (A/N: This is where the side story picks up.)

Apparently, this was the standard for everything, because that night she made the most passionate love in her life to one she loved most passionately. For once it was because she wanted to not because she had to. All night, she didn't see the sneering face that was Michael, but the fiery love burning in the eyes of Draco.

After their night of fiery love-making, Rebecca and Draco seemed rather awkward toward each other. Rebecca seemed rather tetchy and this made Draco nervous. Was she mad at him? If so, what could he have done?

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Three weeks after the fact, Rebecca was talking to Hermione, who had long since become her best female friend.

"Hermione, I'm pregnant again," she said looking terrified.

"Well, why are you so scared? After this one, Michael will leave you alone."

"You don't understand. It isn't Michaels."

"It isn't?"

"No, I haven't seen him in nearly a year."

"You know who's is it, don't you?"

"Of course. I just don't know what he'll do. I know Michael, and he'll stop at nothing to get revenge on Draco."

"It's Draco's?"

"Of course. He's not as bad as they say." Then she said, more to herself than anyone, "How could he not have seen this coming? I swear, God gave men a brain and a dick but not enough blood to run them both at the same time."

"You can't just blame it all on Draco. You had sex with him, you're smarter than he is, and you should have seen it coming." They were silent for a moment before Hermione asked, "Does he know?"

"No."

"How long has it been?"

"Three Weeks."

"How long have you known?"

"Three Weeks."

"He needs to know. I think he'll be thrilled and he'd make a wonderful father. He'd want to be there for you and his baby."

"I hope you're right," Rebecca said doubtfully.

"Trust me. I am."

So Rebecca stressed and stressed. How to tell him? Finally she went with the most obvious way.

"Draco, I'm pregnant."

"Well, that's great! Michael will leave you alone now!"

"Draco, you know perfectly well I haven't seen him in nearly a year."

She watched as realization dawned on his face.

He ran. He didn't know or care where to. He ran up several flights of stairs before he stopped to catch his breath. It was here that Hermione caught up to him.

"What the HELL was that?" she yelled.

"She's pregnant. With MY baby!"

"I know. Have you any idea how terrified she was to tell you? And you run off like that?"

"She told you before she told me?"

"She was scared, Draco. What can you expect?"

"If she was so scared, she should have come to me."

"She thought if she didn't tell you, she could keep Michael from coming after you! She could say it wasn't your fault!"

"But it was!"

"She only wanted to protect you!"

Draco sat down on a nearby bench; his head in his hands. "How the hell am I going to take care of a baby?" he asked himself.

"You'll figure it out. I know you will. If your marks in potions are catching up to mine, you must be pretty smart."

"Thanks, Hermione. I'm sorry for how I've treated you in the past. You're smarter than I give you credit for. You've been a lot of help," He stood up and said, "Now, If you'll excuse me, I have a baby to take care of." And he ran back down the stairs to find Rebecca. When he found her, she was sobbing profusely. He ran to her and wrapped her in his arms and said, "Don't worry now. It'll all be alright."

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~TBC~

Booya! 6 pages! Go me!!!!!! Yeah right.