Delay, that has to be my middle name or something!
Chapter Two: Lavender Malfoy
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Ginny looked at the 38 year old Draco Malfoy, he said that his daughter Lavender had just graduated from Hogwarts, which meant that they had had Lavender, when they were 2 years married.
"Draco, Lavender you said is now what… 18?" Ginny asked.
Draco stared at her, he couldn't forget those days no matter how hard he tried. He had seen Voldemort again.
"Hermione Malfoy?" The desk clerk asked.
"That's right, what room is she in?" Draco asked.
"She isn't here, Dumbledore took her to Hogwarts, and she is now with Poppy in the Hospital Wing. I don't blame Dumbledore though, Poppy is the best Mediwitch besides Hermione Granger herself."
"Thank you!"
Draco walked out the doors and into downtown London, he had felt strange going to work these past few weeks, he could sense something evil in the air. However, there was no Lucius, no Voldemort, nothing. Voldemort had been killed by Harry and Draco, both combining an Aurorae Iubaris.
"YOU!" A voice rang, a small wizard who looked at least 700 years old ran up, "You're the bastard who killed my master… Twice!"
"Dementu-us Deathus Eaterus!" Draco yelled and a Dementor appeared, and looked at the man.
The man could hear the worst moments of his life. He also saw the Dementor's mouth, the hole, the soul sucker.
"NOOO!"
The Dementor kissed the man who was later found out to be Crabbe's uncle.
"Finite Incantatum!" Draco said and the Dementor disappeared.
"HERMIONE!" Draco yelled, running through the halls of Hogwarts.
"Mr. Malfoy, be quiet, your wife is in deep pain," Poppy screamed back at him.
Draco dashed into the Wing and saw Hermione lying on a bed, "Draco, she's coming! Slowly, but she is coming! Poppy said 2 days!"
Draco held her hand and whispered encouraging things to her for the next 2 days.
It was a bright August morning, the sun shone into the Hospital Wing, Draco woke up in the Gryffindor Common Room, and he could remember nothing of the last 2 days, except seeing his baby daughter being born. He rushed into the Wing but saw nothing, he remembered seeing a cot in the Common Room, maybe he just missed Hermione.
He raced back and saw Hermione staring at him, blankly, holding a note in her bloodied hand. Draco took the note and opened it, it was from Voldemort, from both worlds.
The parchment began to glow black and Voldemort appeared in front of Draco. Draco could not defend himself, for his wand was on the table beside Lavender.
Draco yelled for help, but no one came, instead, a glimpse of the Aurora hit Voldemort in the stomach, and he flew out the window.
Draco looked over to see Lavender holding her father's wand, pointing it at where Voldemort had just been. This baby was the Malfoy in the prophesy, not Draco. They never should have assumed, although the scar was considered the 'mark', what could that mark be?
Draco looked over at Lavender and saw a phoenix feather etched in her left hand, the mark was of the phoenix, not of the Red Phoenix in legend, but of all seven: red, gold, white, blue, gold, silver, and orange.
"I don't care what it takes, the fact that Voldemort has returned must be kept from our Hermione, for the sake of everyone. If Voldemort were to find out that Lavender was the true Malfoy heir, he would kill her. Draco, I must ask you not to return to your own world until the time when Lavender is ready to defeat Voldemort, when she is 18!"
Lavender walked out of the crystal into the destroyed Hogwarts, was this what it looked like to Muggles?
Lavender walked down the barely standing up corridors and was holding her 12 inch, Mahogany, Phoenix feather wand in her left hand, the hand with the 'mark'.
"Father? Are you here? Professor Dumbledore?" Lavender yelled, forgetting about the weak walls around her.
It happened so fast that Lavender couldn't see it coming, the walls collapsed, but she was not injured. Something had been quick enough to save her. The last thing she could see before passing out, was red hair.
"Draco, Ginny has been gone a long time, I think she might have been attacked!" Dumbledore explained to the barely conscious Draco.
"I should go look for her! Albus, what has happened since I have left?"
"Voldemort returned, everything was destroyed, but every witch, wizard and Muggle are living safely in North America, Voldemort's rein doesn't go near there. Ginny, you, Poppy, Sirius and I are the only ones left in Europe, Asia, Africa, and Australia. Apart from Voldemort and his small army of Death eaters."
Ginny ran around the corner with a wand in her hand, she threw it at Draco and he examined it.
"There was a girl who almost got crushed by the walls of the seventh floor corridors. I found this in hr pocket and thought you might be able to recognize who it belonged too."
"It seems familiar, but I cannot put my finger on it. Where is the girl?"
"Just outside, I'll go get her!"
Draco examined the wand, he used spell after spell to figure out whose wand it was, it wasn't until he accidentally used a spell properly without and side-affects, that he knew who it belonged to.
"Lavender!"
Ginny came in the door with an unconscious girl over her shoulder. The girl's wavy chestnut hair kept blowing into Ginny's face. Ginny didn't notice it, but Albus did, the hair was just like her mother's.
Lavender's eyes fluttered open and Albus saw how much her eyes looked like her fathers. Lavender seemed to take more after Hermione than Draco.
"She looks almost identical to her mother, except for the eyes of course, they're yours Draco!"
Ginny stared at Albus, the widened her eyes as she looked at Lavender, Dumbledore was right, Lavender did look like her mother. They even dressed the same.
"Father! Why did you leave in such a hurry? Mother was crying her eyes out; she ran to her room and locked the door. I tried every spell I knew to try to unlock it, but it wouldn't open. Did you and mother…"
Lavender could remember few times when Draco and Hermione actually fought, when they did, it was usually small, and over something small. The only real time Draco and Hermione fought was when Draco had slept in on Hermione's Birthday and had not bought her a gift or made her breakfast, or got the house elves to make her breakfast, or even wish her a Happy Birthday. Draco slept on the couch for the next 3 weeks.
"Lavender dear, I love your mother very much, but I had to return here, this world needs my help. Your mother knows that. I would never let anything endanger you or your mother, so I left and didn't tell you where I was going. I thought you would be safe, because you see; Voldemort kills anyone with relation to me. Including you and your mother. I don't want to lose either of you. I love you both very much, that is why I left."
"Well Draconis, you should have told your poor wife where you were going, remember, she isn't as helpless as any other witch you know, she did score the highest on her OWLs and NEWTs!" a voice explained.
Hermione walked around the corner, wearing the same dress he had left her with, the one Narcissa had gotten her for their anniversary.
"Hermione!" Draco said in surprise, he never expected to see her here.
"Draco, it was not only because you wanted Voldemort dead, that you killed him the first time, it was that you had help from me and you believed in me. Now its time I believed in you to believe in me. You cannot destroy Voldemort without Lavender or me. You've known that since she was born. I just wish you had told me! I love you Draco!"
Ginny and Albus were just listening, Lavender was still crying thinking that her parents were arguing, she had not heard a word they had said, and Draco and Hermione were staring at each other, lovingly.
"Sorry to break up such a happy moment, but I have business to take care of!" Voldemort appeared behind Hermione, "You two make me sick!"
Voldemort Apparated with Hermione, no one knew where for Voldemort had muttered the place, they couldn't understand it!
"MOTHER!" Lavender screamed, tears were flowing down her cheeks at miraculous speeds.
Draco stared at where Hermione had just been. It felt like his heart had been torn out, stabbed, cut in half, put back, and left him there to die slowly.
"Her… Mio… Ne…" was all Draco could say out before falling into a horrible nightmare!
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This chapter confused me, just like all my stories…
- Kefer Malfoy