"Why don't we head back? They will be worrying…" Ginny said softly, standing up and pulling Draco with her. He nodded slightly and took her hand in his.

The sun was just beginning to set now over the horizon, the clouds still present in the sky. The Burrow looked so welcoming, so comforting, sitting there, cozy between a mass of trees and gardens.

They pulled open the door and stepped inside, finding the rest of the Weasley's bustling around the kitchen and living room.

"There you are!" Ron shouted as Ginny stepped in, Draco at hand. "We were worried you two had gotten lost somewhere."

"No…just went for an extended walk." Ginny said, smiling to her brother. She walked over towards the counter where Hazel, George's wife, and Hannah, Fred's wife, were busy cutting up a cake.

A tiny boy came running past them, being chased by a little girl, both with striking red hair.

"Benjamin!" Hannah cried, her 7 year old son clinging to her dress. "Stop messing around!"

"She was chasing me!" the little boy spat, sticking his tongue out at his little cousin.

"Honey, she just wants to play." Said Hannah, smiling at her little boy. "Now be nice you two…and Lauren, don't make me call your father!"

The tiny girl's eyes got wider at the thought of being scolded by her father, Bill, when Hazel suddenly cried out.

"Oh god." She said, grabbing her stomach. Ginny's eyes flashed to her and then to the floor, where there was now a pool of water.

"Oh my god, the babies coming." Molly Weasley said, rushing to help Hazel, who was now breathing very hard.

"Oh my gosh.." Ginny said, smiling yet worried all the same. She turned to glance at Draco, who looked mortified at the very thought of a baby arriving NOW, and rushed into the living room.

"George! The babies coming!" she shouted, making a mental note of the look on George's face. All the men had been sitting in the living room, and all of them were looking at Ginny in disbelief.

Fred nudged George and the two got up, causing the others to follow their lead. Everyone rushed to the kitchen where Hazel was now standing, grasping her large belly and turning to glance at George.

A weak smile crept onto her face as she mouthed to him: "She's here."

"Come on now, we must apparate to the hospital! Take my hand, Hazel, dear, that's right." Mrs.Weasley said, taking Hazel's hand in her's. Before anyone could blink they were gone.

"Oh my…we better go." Bill said, grabbing a very shocked looking George and apparating to the hospital. The rest followed, and when they reappeared they saw Hazel being shoved into a wheelchair and being pushed towards the maternity ward.

The wizard hospital was much like a muggle one, except that it had no mechanical or technological equipment. Instead, it had many highly trained nurses equipped with nothing but gloves and their wands.

"She is going to be okay, isn't she?" George said finally, after saying nothing for quite some time as he watched his wife disapeer into a room with a crowd of Weasley women.

"Yup, except I advise you NOT to go in there…women are crazy during birth…they say a lot of things they don't mean…" Bill said, looking rather depressed at his own memory of childbirth.

George wasn't listening though, and instead was now rushing into the room. Bill, Charlie, and Fred seemed to be the only ones forewarned, and also the only ones smart enough to stay behind.

Hazel was currently lying on a white bed, her legs open and a bunch of nurses around her ushering her to breathe.

The Weasley women were all crowded around her, and the nurses kept having to tell them to step back. Draco was unfortunately connected to Ginny by her hand, which she was squeezing extremely hard.

This, of course, meant that Draco could not leave the room, much to his current dismay as seeing a woman scream in pain was not something he currently wanted to witness.

When George walked in, Draco almost felt relieved until he saw that George was in fact NOT there to save him, but was instead heading towards his wife, who took one look at him and immediately began to scream.

"Oh there you are! Look what you did to me! ARE YOU HAPPY?! Because I'm NOT!" she screamed in pain, more heavy contractions hitting her.

A nurse hurriedly ran to her side and administered some pain medication, so Hazel immediately quieted down and now looked at Fred lovingly.

"Come here and witness the beautiful birth of your baby, my love." She said.

George, however, looked extremely shocked and very taken aback and instead of rushing to his wife's side retreated towards the door, where Ron stood to push him back in.

"Go on, go be with your loving wife George." Ron said, grinning at his brother. George gulped and stepped over to his wife, who took his hand and gently squeezed it.

One look in Hazel's eyes reminded George of the love they shared, and seemed to make him feel completely at ease, at least until…

"I can see a head!" one of the nurses screamed loudly, causing all of the women to rush forward to see. George felt his head go woozy and almost fainted, until Hazel squeezed his hand tighter and began to push harder.

A loud cry suddenly rang out through the hospital room, and George knew it was over. The nurse held the baby girl high up into the air, showing her to everyone.

All of the women ooed and awed, and all of the men looked disgusted. "Is that a baby? It's all…purple and…small…" they all whispered to eachother.

The baby, on the other hand, was very healthy and very beautiful once she was cleaned up. She was placed lovingly into Hazel's arms and George ogled at her for a moment.

His family, his baby, his wife…the world was definitely a beautiful place.

"What should we call her, George?" Hazel said quietly, stroking her babies face softly.

"Liana…" he muttered, his eyes wide and his smile big.

Hazel looked up at her husband, and smiled. "Liana is perfect."

Ginny looked over at Draco, who's eyes were deathly large and who was standing very still. He looked completely awe struck.

She nudged him gently in the shoulder and he turned to her, and as he did she crushed her mouth up on his, wrapping him in a warm kiss that made him forget about everything else.

"I want a baby." Ginny said quietly, looking sincerely into Draco's eyes. He paused for a moment, his face full of unbelievable shock.

"Not yet, I don't think I could handle another childbirth for another couple years or so." He said, glancing nervously at the new parents and mentally making his decision final.

Ginny pouted playfully. "Aww…did the childbirth scare my Drakykins?"

He looked at her suddenly, his face serious and yet not at the same time. "Never, ever, call me that again." He said, a smile creeping up on his face.

"I can't promise that honey." Ginny kissed him again lightly before stepping out into the hallway, Draco's hand still in hers.

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Darkness...pitch black darkness. The outline of a mans face comes closer, and closer; edging towards the crest of light emitted from a single spotlight.

The man comes nearer, nearer, and nearer still, stepping heavily upon the cold stone floor. Though she couldn't see the stone, she knew it was there and could feel the chill of it upon her bare feet. His breath rattled, heavy and deep sighs and breaths emitted themselves from that slit of a mouth which was open just slightly, curved into a malicious grin.

The light began to fall over his face, accentuating the features that rested themselves amidst his pale skin. Eyes deep within their sockets, it was black beneath the shade of his brow. The nose, long but flat, lying above that brutal grin.

"Who are you?" Ginny heard herself speak, only her voice was distant and quiet, echoing in the back of her mind. Suddenly the man looked up, and all she could do was silently scream.

Her eyes flipped open and she found herself lying heavily on the white cotton sheeted bed.

Draco lay soundly asleep beside her, and the moonlight shone dimly through the see through curtains, which were blowing gently in the midnight breeze.

Ginny's breath was ragged, and her mind distraught. She had had another dream, only this time she saw her enemies face...the face she had grown to fear since her first year...she had seen Voldemort.

Only this Voldemort was not shrivled and small, he was healthy and strong and...whole. His eyes held that rage, that rage that drove killers to extinction. Her worst fears had come true: Tom Riddle was the man who haunted her dreams and who haunted the unicorns violet eyes.

Tom Riddle was the reason the unicorn was frightened...the reason she needed help.

Ginny felt her soul calling to her, telling her to go to the forest...and she knew that she must.

She looked beside her at Draco, lying peacefully on his back with his head resting on one arm. His bare chest could be seen in the moonlight, and the sheets barely covered below his pale skinned waist.

His eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly open, emitting soft breaths that warmed the chilly room. He looks so handsome...so perfect...Ginny thought to herself, feeling a warm tear spill down her cheek. If I never return, at least I know this is the last thing I saw before my death, she thought again, climbing out of bed and pulling on a cloak, heading out of the door.

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