(A/N: Howdy folks! Sorry that I haven't posted in a while. Hectic
schedule. I went to three parties, attacked my sister with a spoon, and I
went and saw the Pirates of the Caribbean with my friends. How can Orlando
Bloom be so hot? Ah well, life is full of its own strange little
mysteries. Anyways, not much time to right considering that I'm in between
parties and such. Paintball today, Reliant K concert tomorrow. Listen for
my favorite classic, "Marilyn Manson Ain't My Girlfriend." ()
SONG OF THE DAY
i When all the toast is burnt
And all the milk has turned
And captain crunch is waving farewell!
When the judgment finds you
Let this song remind you That they don't serve breakfast in hell!
-Newsboysi
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or his friends; if I did I wouldn't have to go to the movies to listen to Orlando Bloom speak.
*~*Chapter 5*~*
The Map
When Draco reached Ginny, he was awed to see her on the floor of the baby boy's dormitory, holding a little boy about a little over a year old on her lap. The baby boy was crying slowly; not bawling like babies do, but little tears. Ginny held the boy, rocking him back and forth, calming him and crooning to him, "Puede descanse, Axel?" Draco didn't understand but could guess at what it meant. Draco cocked his head to the side, taking a little bit more in from the scene before him. "No se puede, tia Ginny." Ginny was cuddling a small boy who apparently was named Axel. But this boy did not look like the other boys. He had white blonde hair quite like Draco's own and big brown eyes characteristic of Ginny. This was NOT your average muggle baby. Not only did he look different, but also his accent when he spoke was flawless unlike all other young lisping children. Strange.
"Um. Ginny?" Draco whispered unsurely.
"Oh! Lo siento. Axel, Draco. Draco, Axel. Te adore, Axel. Hasta maƱana!" Ginny said she laid the child back in his crib and guided Draco out the door by his upper arm. "We need to leave now so we can get some rest. We're coming back here tomorrow to spend the day doing service work for these kids. It's sad really. All of them either don't have parents or they're parents don't want them. And because of their parent's pride they can't be adopted. They are prepared to love unconditionally and not get anything in return. Those wonderful kids never cease to amaze me. The Lord seeketh the outcast." She said with a contented sigh. Draco just walked along with her silently, deep in thought.
~~~*#&@&#*~~~ CHILEAN NATIONAL BANK, 12:30 p.m.
Carlos Sanrio straightened his silk tie and leaned back in his patent leather office chair. He sighed as he folded his hands across his stomach and stared wrathfully out the second story window. He was muttering to himself, but the words were drowned out by a sudden pop! coming from the opposite side of his desk. Abruptly turning around and straightening up, Carlos resumed his businesslike expression. He knew not their identities, but he could tell by the Armani suits and the Oakley's that these men were not to be trifled with. "How may I help you, gentlemen?"
"Your services that can be provided are numerous, but we require your possessions and not your skills. Where is the map?" The husky voice spoke aloud in an even tone. It was more of a command than a question.
~~~*#&@&#*~~~
The heat came in hazy waves. The work was hard and the sun was scorching, but the reward was far greater than the risk. Satisfaction. Yes that's the term. The satisfactions of knowing that you've made a difference in the lives of many children whose odds are against them. At the moment Ginny was tearing down a wall in one of the dormitories to make the room larger. BANG! She gave the dry wall another jab with the sharper end of her hammer and yanked with all her might. The wall creased and tore at her effort. She then pulled the hammer loose and made long, deep scores along the outer shell of the wall with a razor. She stuck her brightly colored nails into the gap in the dry wall and ripped off a huge chunk of heavy wall. The white chalky dust poured down on her as she attempted to carry the wall out by herself. Suddenly the wall seemed to get incredibly lighter.
"Howdy, do?" asked a masculine voice.
"Hey! Thanks for the help, Draco!" Ginny replied smiling at the perky young man. "What's up?"
"I came to deliver a message from His Highness. I think I'm getting the hang of this Spanish thing because Axel threw his baby food at Potter and I understood what the kid was screaming. He wants you. I can't blame him. If Potter tried to make me eat a spoonful of crap I'd do the same thing. Anyways, Potter's going ballistic because he can't figure out what's wrong and he's angry because the kid just soiled his new Armani loafers which are apparently 'Worth more than the stupid kid's life!'" Draco babbled, pitching his voice into a high, squeaky mimic.
"I'll see what I can do," Ginny giggled, pitching the drywall into the dumpster on the other side of the complex. She dusted off her shirt and pants absent mindedly as she half-jogged to the cafeteria. When she was up the stairs and through screen door, she slowed down, taking a good look at those present in the room. The ditzy twins from Tulsa, Tammy and Taffy were giggling and flirting with bewildered 18-year-old Cino (he works there and was doing the laundry) who wasn't catching a word of it. Travis and Angel were in the back kitchen cooking what smelled like chicken noodle soup and talking animatedly. Here eyes roamed around a couple of groups of people playing with children from ages 1-14. There! In the corner of the room was Axel sitting in his high chair pounding his chubby baby fists on the spotless tray table in glee as he watched Harry try to shake baby food out of his hair.
"Having trouble, Mr. Potter?" Ginny smirked as she picked a heavily bruised banana out of a bowl of fruit on a shelf. She tossed it to him and made her way over to one of the old sinks that lined the front wall. She turned on the tap and rinsed the powder off her hands and then scrubbed with the bar soap she found on the sink ledge. Turning around, she shut off the tap and shook the water from her fingers. Looking at Harry, she met his incredulous stare with a raised eyebrow. Leaning against the ceramic sink, she folded her arms across her stomach and waited for Harry to speak.
"Is this for me?" Harry looked at the banana with disgust, "I hate bananas."
"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn" Ginny quoted with a smirk and nodded towards the smiling baby boy, "and the banana is for Axel. It's his favorite. I gave it to you to help Axel eat it." Harry looked ashamed at his own stupidity. He looked down at Axel and saw that the child was pointing happily at the fruit and then started snapping his skinny and undernourished fingers.
"Como se dice." he mumbled under his breath. Ginny walked over to Axel, gently but effectively pulling the banana out of Harry's grasp. Axel looked up and made eye contact with Ginny. Doe brown met doe brown. With her foot, she dragged a stool from the nearest table without breaking eye contact. Sitting down, she looked at the banana and began peeling. Slowly, she took a small piece of the mush inside and handed it to Axel, who put it in his mouth and starting gumming it.
"Banana." Ginny replied sweetly. And smiled at him. He gave a cute; smile back in return although his two front teeth hadn't grown in yet.
"Si! Banana!" Axel squealed in perfect English. Ginny smiled wider and continued giving him small pieces of banana. Harry was standing behind her awkwardly with his hands in his back jeans pockets.
"So. Uh. Axel huh? He's got your eyes. Is he yours?" He sounded nervous. Ginny on the other hand couldn't decide whether he was flattered or appalled. She ended up with a cross between the two; annoyed.
"No, Potter Axel is not my son. We are not related in any way." Harry nodded his head and mouthed 'Oh' looking slightly relieved.
"He looks kind of familiar. Do you know any thing about his parents?" Harry asked, attempting to sound conversational. Ginny thought that it sounded strangely like he was insinuating something. Ginny thought, but said nothing. "I mean is it anyone that we might know?" Finally Ginny decided to speak. Inconspicuously, Harry took a pen and notepad out of his pocket and scribbled her word down furiously.
"I don't know either parents names. All I know is that the mother was a very young French woman who died at childbirth. I have no idea how young or what she looked like. It's probably in Axel's file though. I only know that much because I picked Axel up from the hospital as a favor to Maria. He was such a sweet baby." Ginny sighed, handing Axel yet another banana piece. He gummed it happily, ignoring the conversing adults. Ginny smiled at him fondly.
Harry looked up and saw Draco standing in the shadows with a glass of lemonade. Draco was in a trance, staring at the baby and Ginny. Harry looked quickly from the baby to Draco and back again. A small smirk played on his face. "I see. Interesting." Harry mumbled as his pen moved with lightening speed across his note pad. His head bowed low and continued, mumbling incoherent thoughts under his breath.
(A/N: I'd like to thank Kridel, kneh13, One-Sexy-Slytherin, and butterfly kisses for their reviews. It means a whole lot. And as for your questions. well, you'll just have to read and find out!)
SONG OF THE DAY
i When all the toast is burnt
And all the milk has turned
And captain crunch is waving farewell!
When the judgment finds you
Let this song remind you That they don't serve breakfast in hell!
-Newsboysi
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or his friends; if I did I wouldn't have to go to the movies to listen to Orlando Bloom speak.
*~*Chapter 5*~*
The Map
When Draco reached Ginny, he was awed to see her on the floor of the baby boy's dormitory, holding a little boy about a little over a year old on her lap. The baby boy was crying slowly; not bawling like babies do, but little tears. Ginny held the boy, rocking him back and forth, calming him and crooning to him, "Puede descanse, Axel?" Draco didn't understand but could guess at what it meant. Draco cocked his head to the side, taking a little bit more in from the scene before him. "No se puede, tia Ginny." Ginny was cuddling a small boy who apparently was named Axel. But this boy did not look like the other boys. He had white blonde hair quite like Draco's own and big brown eyes characteristic of Ginny. This was NOT your average muggle baby. Not only did he look different, but also his accent when he spoke was flawless unlike all other young lisping children. Strange.
"Um. Ginny?" Draco whispered unsurely.
"Oh! Lo siento. Axel, Draco. Draco, Axel. Te adore, Axel. Hasta maƱana!" Ginny said she laid the child back in his crib and guided Draco out the door by his upper arm. "We need to leave now so we can get some rest. We're coming back here tomorrow to spend the day doing service work for these kids. It's sad really. All of them either don't have parents or they're parents don't want them. And because of their parent's pride they can't be adopted. They are prepared to love unconditionally and not get anything in return. Those wonderful kids never cease to amaze me. The Lord seeketh the outcast." She said with a contented sigh. Draco just walked along with her silently, deep in thought.
~~~*#&@&#*~~~ CHILEAN NATIONAL BANK, 12:30 p.m.
Carlos Sanrio straightened his silk tie and leaned back in his patent leather office chair. He sighed as he folded his hands across his stomach and stared wrathfully out the second story window. He was muttering to himself, but the words were drowned out by a sudden pop! coming from the opposite side of his desk. Abruptly turning around and straightening up, Carlos resumed his businesslike expression. He knew not their identities, but he could tell by the Armani suits and the Oakley's that these men were not to be trifled with. "How may I help you, gentlemen?"
"Your services that can be provided are numerous, but we require your possessions and not your skills. Where is the map?" The husky voice spoke aloud in an even tone. It was more of a command than a question.
~~~*#&@&#*~~~
The heat came in hazy waves. The work was hard and the sun was scorching, but the reward was far greater than the risk. Satisfaction. Yes that's the term. The satisfactions of knowing that you've made a difference in the lives of many children whose odds are against them. At the moment Ginny was tearing down a wall in one of the dormitories to make the room larger. BANG! She gave the dry wall another jab with the sharper end of her hammer and yanked with all her might. The wall creased and tore at her effort. She then pulled the hammer loose and made long, deep scores along the outer shell of the wall with a razor. She stuck her brightly colored nails into the gap in the dry wall and ripped off a huge chunk of heavy wall. The white chalky dust poured down on her as she attempted to carry the wall out by herself. Suddenly the wall seemed to get incredibly lighter.
"Howdy, do?" asked a masculine voice.
"Hey! Thanks for the help, Draco!" Ginny replied smiling at the perky young man. "What's up?"
"I came to deliver a message from His Highness. I think I'm getting the hang of this Spanish thing because Axel threw his baby food at Potter and I understood what the kid was screaming. He wants you. I can't blame him. If Potter tried to make me eat a spoonful of crap I'd do the same thing. Anyways, Potter's going ballistic because he can't figure out what's wrong and he's angry because the kid just soiled his new Armani loafers which are apparently 'Worth more than the stupid kid's life!'" Draco babbled, pitching his voice into a high, squeaky mimic.
"I'll see what I can do," Ginny giggled, pitching the drywall into the dumpster on the other side of the complex. She dusted off her shirt and pants absent mindedly as she half-jogged to the cafeteria. When she was up the stairs and through screen door, she slowed down, taking a good look at those present in the room. The ditzy twins from Tulsa, Tammy and Taffy were giggling and flirting with bewildered 18-year-old Cino (he works there and was doing the laundry) who wasn't catching a word of it. Travis and Angel were in the back kitchen cooking what smelled like chicken noodle soup and talking animatedly. Here eyes roamed around a couple of groups of people playing with children from ages 1-14. There! In the corner of the room was Axel sitting in his high chair pounding his chubby baby fists on the spotless tray table in glee as he watched Harry try to shake baby food out of his hair.
"Having trouble, Mr. Potter?" Ginny smirked as she picked a heavily bruised banana out of a bowl of fruit on a shelf. She tossed it to him and made her way over to one of the old sinks that lined the front wall. She turned on the tap and rinsed the powder off her hands and then scrubbed with the bar soap she found on the sink ledge. Turning around, she shut off the tap and shook the water from her fingers. Looking at Harry, she met his incredulous stare with a raised eyebrow. Leaning against the ceramic sink, she folded her arms across her stomach and waited for Harry to speak.
"Is this for me?" Harry looked at the banana with disgust, "I hate bananas."
"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn" Ginny quoted with a smirk and nodded towards the smiling baby boy, "and the banana is for Axel. It's his favorite. I gave it to you to help Axel eat it." Harry looked ashamed at his own stupidity. He looked down at Axel and saw that the child was pointing happily at the fruit and then started snapping his skinny and undernourished fingers.
"Como se dice." he mumbled under his breath. Ginny walked over to Axel, gently but effectively pulling the banana out of Harry's grasp. Axel looked up and made eye contact with Ginny. Doe brown met doe brown. With her foot, she dragged a stool from the nearest table without breaking eye contact. Sitting down, she looked at the banana and began peeling. Slowly, she took a small piece of the mush inside and handed it to Axel, who put it in his mouth and starting gumming it.
"Banana." Ginny replied sweetly. And smiled at him. He gave a cute; smile back in return although his two front teeth hadn't grown in yet.
"Si! Banana!" Axel squealed in perfect English. Ginny smiled wider and continued giving him small pieces of banana. Harry was standing behind her awkwardly with his hands in his back jeans pockets.
"So. Uh. Axel huh? He's got your eyes. Is he yours?" He sounded nervous. Ginny on the other hand couldn't decide whether he was flattered or appalled. She ended up with a cross between the two; annoyed.
"No, Potter Axel is not my son. We are not related in any way." Harry nodded his head and mouthed 'Oh' looking slightly relieved.
"He looks kind of familiar. Do you know any thing about his parents?" Harry asked, attempting to sound conversational. Ginny thought that it sounded strangely like he was insinuating something. Ginny thought, but said nothing. "I mean is it anyone that we might know?" Finally Ginny decided to speak. Inconspicuously, Harry took a pen and notepad out of his pocket and scribbled her word down furiously.
"I don't know either parents names. All I know is that the mother was a very young French woman who died at childbirth. I have no idea how young or what she looked like. It's probably in Axel's file though. I only know that much because I picked Axel up from the hospital as a favor to Maria. He was such a sweet baby." Ginny sighed, handing Axel yet another banana piece. He gummed it happily, ignoring the conversing adults. Ginny smiled at him fondly.
Harry looked up and saw Draco standing in the shadows with a glass of lemonade. Draco was in a trance, staring at the baby and Ginny. Harry looked quickly from the baby to Draco and back again. A small smirk played on his face. "I see. Interesting." Harry mumbled as his pen moved with lightening speed across his note pad. His head bowed low and continued, mumbling incoherent thoughts under his breath.
(A/N: I'd like to thank Kridel, kneh13, One-Sexy-Slytherin, and butterfly kisses for their reviews. It means a whole lot. And as for your questions. well, you'll just have to read and find out!)
