On Saturday morning, the Great Hall was filled with cheery voices and the banging of utensils. Wafts of steam from the food was pleasantly overwhelming, and for some, nauseating. Hermione and Harry looked at their rather large plates of food from their significant others and groaned aloud.

Ron said with a mouthful of plain muffins, "Come on you guys, you have to eat some kind of food or you'll get sick."

Hermione moaned, clutching her stomach, "No, please, don't mention the word food... ever again."

Draco argued gently, "Really, you should. The babies need to eat."

"Yeah, but then we'll just throw it up again," Harry muttered, shoving away his plateful. On cue, he and Hermione turned green and ran out of the Hall.

Ron turned to Draco. "Should we go after them?" He raised an blond eyebrow.

"I think they both know how vomit. They don't need help with that." Ron's ears went red from either anger or embarrassment but chose to ignore Draco's comment.

xxx

Harry emerged from the bathroom and wiped his brow.

Something in his head wavered.

The hairs on the back of his arms rose and Harry prepared himself for vision as his scar inflared with pain -

- The halls were dark, and the torches went out like someone had blew out candles with a great deal if force. There was someone, or something, going to into a chamber door, a very peculiar chamber door with a tiny engraving under the door handle. It looked like a bird of some kind. The someone or something couldn't get in because of it. But it had alliances with hooded and mask figures that were bent on destruction. They reached for the door and there was a large flash, blinding

-His eyes opened and Harry sat against the wall, his knees curled up to his chest.

After a moment, he got up unsteadily and saw Hermione exit from the other bathroom, her face a little less pale. She saw him stagger and asked, "Harry, are you ok?"

Another throb of pain jolted his head and he cupped his forehead. Her brown eyes widened in a familiar fear. "It's Him, isn't it?" He nodded.

"I saw the torches were out in a corridor and something was trying to get into a door..."

She took his arm and they began walking to the Great Hall as fast as they could. A scream rang out just down the way. They glanced at each other and began running towards it, pulling out their wands. It was Heather Thomas who had screamed as Deatheaters swarmed. Deatheaters. The children were defenseless but Lavender wasn't. But she couldn't handle all four of them on her own. Harry and Hermione came onto the scene and fought alongaide her, colorful sparks of spells flew everywhere. Shouts of help on the way. Harry turned just in time to see the final Deatheater retreat and that person murdered Lavender Thomas.

Her luminous, dark eyes fluttered as the blinding green spell hit her and her body dropped with a thud onto the marble floor. Harry would forever remember her children's screams ringing in his ears and her fluttering eyes. Hermione tried her best to calm Emery and Heather, shushing them and keeping them hugged to her chest, but they were hysterical in tears. A rock sank in Harry's heart. I should have stopped it.

The forgotten memories came back to him and his mind reeled with them. What brought him back was the crowd of people surrounding them. Draco and Ron emerged from the mass. Draco embraced a weak kneed Harry and whispered, "Are you okay?"

Harry said truthfully, "No." Draco looked at him with anxious gray eyes, with those blue flecks so deep in them and Harry shook his head. "No, the baby's fine but..." Draco looked at the crying children in Hermione's arms, the woman's corpse at their feet, and Dean's shocked face as he pushed through the crowd of onlookers.

He understood.

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Hogwarts was issued on high alert. All able Aurors or older wizards would check the castle for any clues. Harry wanted to go but Draco refused to let him leave. Draco told him to go get Katrina from the daycare center if he wanted. Harry said it was alright. She was possibly safer there then with them.

Draco left him to go searching with the Aurors heading towards the West side of Hogwarts when a small amount of chaos ensued. He spotted Hermione fighting off several Deatheaters. Draco went into the battle and knocked them out with cursesd. Hermione leaned against the wall, panting. He went over to her. "Alright?" She nodded breathless and Draco continued, "Does Weas- ...does Ron know you're out here?"

Hermione's eyes went a bit shifty. "Not...exactly." He raised his eyebrows and she got up. "Come on, I saw a few running around the other side." They took off and passed the old Slytherin Common Room. A figure appeared out of nowhere around the corner and Hermione screamed in fright.

Draco whipped out his wand and stepped back as Harry held up his hands. The blond man shouted, "What the bloody hell are you doing out here! You're suppose to be-"

"Never mind that, I saw Lucius pass by." Harry's voice shook. "He's after Katrina, Draco."

Draco's mouth set into a straight line.

"He's not getting his hands on her. She's at the daycare, right?"

Harry nodded and the three of them ran straight for the children's daycare center. A large group of people ran screaming from the corridor and they entered the large room, Deatheaters infested it like swarming bugs. Draco and Hermione fought as Harry looked for his daughter. He found Lucius cornering her in the playroom. The terrified look on her face was enough to make Harry want to murder the man right then and there.

Harry pulled out his wand and snarled, "Get away from her Malfoy or I swear I'll kill you."

Lucius chuckled easily. "Manners, Potter, manners. I'm just doing what I was sent out to do, and that is to take away your precious child."

Harry's anger flared.

"If you did anything to her..."

"No, you caught me Potter. If you had been a several minutes late-"

Harry's fist connected to Malfoy's face and the blond man stumbled back, eyes widening. Katrina made a break for it and ran into her father's arms, shaking. Harry hoisted her up, still pointing his wand at him. "I hope you rot in hell." Blood ran out of Lucius's mouth.

"I will see you there, Potter."

The Aurors finally appeared and took the sullen Deatheater away. Draco and Hermione did a good job of handling the rest of them, tying up the unconscious ones. Katrina squirmed from Harry's arms to race into Draco's open ones and he buried his face into her sweet-smelling hair. "Darling..."

"I'm okay, Dray." Draco kissed her forehead, reaching out for Harry's wrist and tugging him down to a family embrace. Harry touched his face to Draco's thankful. The little girl murmured, "...Was that my grandpa" Both men tensed. Harry swung her onto his shoulder without a word, and they left the area with Hermione.

Katrina got to sleep around ten that evening. Harry met Draco in the front room as the blond men stood to greet him. Their arms slipped around each other.

"I thought the worst today," Harry admitted, eyeing Draco's face glowing alit by the wash of firelight.

"What was that?"

Harry looked away. "I can't even say it. I can't even believe Deatheaters got into the grounds."

Draco frowned. "As troubling as that is, also, how did Katrina recognize my father? Appearance wise I suppose it is not hard to figure out..."

"Same way she knew my mother was a nature lover." Harry sighed, smiling and nudging his face to Draco's shoulder. "We got one bizarre kid."

"She's got bizarre parents. Especially you, wanker."

Harry rolled his eyes mildly. "Shut up and kiss me already." Draco grinned, obliging.