Title: Sweet November.
Disclaimer: All characters, locations and anything magical belong to the wonderful world of J.K Rowling. I own Lizzie, Poppy and the children + the plot and that's it.
Anyhoo hoped you all enjoyed reading my story so far. I'm not going to change the rating until chapter 10, so sorry all you 'pg-13 ers', just go on R anyways, you've read the story so far, so why not? In this chapter, we will be witnessing a birth! I don't go into detail; so don't worry all you squeamish people out there.
Oh Yes! Thanks to everybody who reviewed my last chapter and all the others u all ROCK so much! I always say that don't I?
This story is dedicated to ArrA aka. The mistress of frost. (I hope you got my review). Also to everybody who has been kind enough to review so far, nice one.
Oh yes, this chapter is in 2 parts! Enjoy!
Chapter 9, the first: Midwives and.
Date, November 6th 2006
"How much do these cost?" Ginny repeated slowly pointing to the Diricawl eggs.
The large grey eggs were rather spectacular, grey in colour with large gold speckles, but that wasn't the reason they were extraordinary- each was about the same size as a quaffle.
"Qué? No le entiendo." Replied the lady shaking her head.
Ginny sighed at the woman, clearly the old incompetence had to be bought into play. "Do - you - speak - English?" she asked pronouncing each word bit by bit and clearly emphasizing each carefully.
The Spanish woman smiled, crinkling her kind blue eyes and backed away from the counter in the direction of the back room.
"Espere un minuto. Iré y traer a mi hijo, él habla inglés." She said, smiling again and disappearing around the corner out of site.
"No, wait a - oh." Ginny sighed as the woman's large bulk vanished from site, leaving Ginny alone in the shop.
Whilst walking along the cobblestone path in front of the shops, she spotted a large shop with a red Dragon painted on the side. Intrigued, the young red head had wandered curiously in and taken a careful look around. Upon entering, the shrill song of the fwooper had filled her ears, answering her question for her; this was a magical menagerie.
The red head scanned the large store. She was now left alone in the foreign magical creatures shop, but she was far from bored. Next to her sat a HUMONGOUS toad that was roughly the same size as a small dog. Every so often, the amphibian would croak, and at the same time 4 large metallic orange bubbles appeared from its mouth and float up into the air. Then upon popping loudly, they'd spray sickly orange goo everywhere, which burnt if it touched you. Ginny had made a mental note of this when one of the bubbles popped near her ear, burning it slightly along with her hair.
In the corner there was a playpen holding 3 small Crup puppies. Each puppy was a different colour; a bizarre cream, inky black and iron grey. Ginny couldn't help but pick at least one of them up when she'd first entered, they were just sooooo cute!
Below the playpen was a plaque in Spanish explaining all about crups; below the Spanish there was a brief paragraph in English:
'Crup. This small wizarding dog is born with a fork tail that must be removed with a severing charm at six to eight weeks to protect it from the speculation of the muggles. This wizard dog closely resembles a Jack Russell, (a dog native to England) and can eat and scavenge anything from old tyres to rats. This wizard born dog is ferocious towards muggles and you will need a license of owner ship, which can be purchased in this shop.'
Behind the counter large counter, which was home to many more spectacular creatures, there sat a small fwooper glaring down on Ginny as though daring her to try to steal anything. Its soft plumage was a fantastic shade of lime green with little black legs that were just darling. It was sitting freely on top of a long perch keeping perfectly still, very much resembling a stuffed ornament rather than a living creature. The license for the bird was in a glass frame beside it, showing the date it was purchased and its name, Sniggles.
Unexpectedly, 2 voices could be heard and footsteps were approaching her from around the back of the counter. The older woman was back, but this time she had a young man in tow, dragging him by the arm whilst talking in very fast Spanish.
Ginny couldn't help noticing how extremely handsome he was, around 6 foot with olive skin, short black hair and big brown eyes. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans that hugged his bum rather nicely. He wore, she observed, a silver chain around his neck and sitting in the very middle was a silver dragon breathing a long flame of silver fire.
The woman, who looked the spit of her son, gave the handsome man a small shove towards Ginny, causing him to snap back at her. She laughed rowdily at his would-be-threatening glare and walked off around the back again, shaking her short black hair.
The gorgeous man shook his head at her and finally faced Ginny. He gave a small smirk and raised an eyebrow giving her a quick once over, clearly he liked what he saw. Ginny immediately recognised his scrutiny, but chose to ignore it. She was rather flattered actually that she was getting this particular attention, but tried not to show it too much.
"Um, do. you speak English?" she enquired hopefully gazing into his chocolate eyes; she didn't want to have to resort to tourist sign language - pointing and charades.
The man smiled rather cheekily, "Yes I speak English. How may I help you?" he replied leaning casually on the counter. Ginny bit her lip, trying to ignore the way his muscles were bulging under the top making her -
"Wow.. Um, I'm sorry - yes, how much are these Diricawl eggs?" she asked quickly avoiding his eyes and picking up one of the mammoth eggs.
He smiled and took the quaffle like egg off her so she had to look at his face. "You know your creatures rather well. Normally, these eggs cost 70 galleons, but for you pretty senorita, I will sell it to you at 40 galleon." He purred in a dark voice, handing the egg back to her and giving her a mysterious grin.
Ginny smiled attractively and looked down at the egg pretending to be interested in its shimmering gold freckles. Across from her, the hunk smirked knowingly; perhaps this was Spain's answer to Draco Malfoy.
"What's your name pretty lady?" asked the Spaniard, leaning forwards again and staring into her russet eyes. The red head smiled again, feeling more embarrassed this time.
"Ginny W - Erm, Ginny Bloom." She replied hurriedly, placing the egg back on the counter, "And what may I ask is yours?"
The good-looking bloke extended a hand, "Massimo Alandras. Nice to meet you Ginny Bloom." He said in a warm, welcoming voice. Ginny took his hand and smiled when he turned it upwards, planting a soft kiss on her velvety skin.
The bell on the door behind them jingled as it opened then shut again.
"Really Ginny dear, I leave you alone for 20 minutes and you've forgotten all about me." Drawled a silky voice from the doorway. Ginny rolled her eyes and let go of Massimo's hand, then turned to face the tall blonde man who was currently leaning provocatively against the door frame. She was just beginning to enjoy herself!
Draco smirked sexily and prowled in a cat like manner up to her, making Ginny blush and smile embarrassedly. He stood before her, towering above the redhead ominously and to her surprise and delight, he embraced her in a passionate kiss. However, Ginny knew though, that this was for Massimo's sake; clearly Draco didn't want him to think Ginny was available.
Draco's smooth hot tongue sort her own and she shivered involuntarily, enjoying his touch; his embrace was hungry - lusting. Then, as quickly as it had begun, Draco pulled away slowly and turned towards Massimo, grinning wildly.
Ginny pouted childishly, slightly disappointed and turned back to the brown haired man too. Massimo had a look of pure and unmistakable jealousy on his features; also he was glaring malevolently at Draco, as if urging him to explode suddenly. She glanced upwards; Draco was giving him a malicious scowl and an unpleasant sneer. Ginny felt one of his strong arms snake around her waist and pull her into him possessively.
'Men, Really.' She thought biting back a laugh at the stand off.
"So Ginny, what am I buying you?" Draco inquired lazily, looking curiously at the cages and tanks behind the counter.
"Oh, Well, I was going to buy one of these Diricawl eggs for Ron." She replied happily indicating the eggs in the basket in front of her. "I know he'd love a Diricawl, he's never seen one, not even in his line of work."
Draco shifted about restlessly, 'Well, he'll be waiting along time to get it.' He thought to himself. Ginny didn't know this, but Draco had no desire or intentions on returning to England.
"Err, good idea." He said quickly, rubbing her hip. He snapped his head back to the now surly man behind the counter. "Now, Maximo was it? I'll take one of these fine eggs, and make it snappy." He barked in his haughty Malfoy manor.
Massimo sneered nastily, a steely look in his brown eyes. "It's Massimo. And that'll be 100 galleons 'please'." He drawled glaring at the Blonde man, his lip curling upwards in dislike. Draco flashed his eyes and raised a surprised eyebrow.
Ginny watched Draco attentively as he reached into his pocket for his wallet, then turn to look at the Spanish man; clearly his dislike had reached a point where he thought it necessary to over charge the Malfoy, but when all was said and done, you couldn't blame the man. Massimo quickly glanced at Ginny and gave her a small wink before reaching into the basket before her and bringing out the largest egg.
"Now Ginny, you'll have to keep it in this box for 2 months until it hatches. When it eventually does hatch you tell 'Ron' that he must feed it raw meat until its legs turn yellow, then he may feed it small rodents and birds." Massimo purred kindly, placing the egg in a straw filled box and pushing it out towards her.
"Th - "
"How hard can it be to look after it? Here," Draco spat placing a small bag of shiny gold galleons on the counter "Come along Ginny dear, let's get some lunch." He said resuming his 'kind' voice to the red head, grabbing the box and stuffing it roughly into his B.B. Ginny smiled sweetly at the blonde before turning back to the Spaniard.
"It was nice to meet you Massimo. See you around." She said benignly ignoring the cat like glare Draco gave her. The blonde man smiled smugly and led Ginny from the shop, hugging her even closer.
"You too Ginny. Goodbye."
Once they were both outside, Draco abruptly removed his arm from Ginny's waist and stormed off up the road, his fists clenched at his side. Ginny watched him go and sighed, rolling her eyes resignedly; clearly being friendly to other men was out of the question.
"Draco wait." She called catching up with his fast pace.
Draco carried on walking and ignored her, looking surly and mardy. Why did this man make things difficult?
Ginny sighed again in agitation, though much louder this time and stood in front of him causing Draco to screech to an abrupt halt. He stared blankly over her head at nothing before looking into her brown orbs. She stared back, giving him an intense look - brown clashing with silver.
The auburn haired woman bought one of her hands up to his pale face and stroked his cheek gently, taking a step closer so she was leaning against his chest, her generous bosom resting on his. This action caused the blonde to pout slightly before returning to the morose Draco state.
"Don't be like this Draco. Back there, at the shop. I wasn't flirting with him, I was just being kind." Ginny said simply, really she didn't see the need to explain herself. Draco gave her a sceptical look.
"Didn't look like it from where - " but he didn't have time to finish, Ginny cut him off with a hot-blooded kiss, surprising him completely. Draco tried not to react, he wasn't that easy, but all of a sudden he shuddered; his spine was tingling insanely because of Ginny's fingertips stroking his nape, making him shiver with pleasure. Giving in - resistance was futile in this situation - Draco closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her into his body, intensifying the embrace.
Ginny smiled into his mouth and slowly pulled away, smirking slightly herself. At least now she knew how to shut him up and change his mood when he went off on one. "Come on, lets go get that lunch you mentioned." She purred taking his hand, ignoring the pout he gave her and leading the way up the road.
Draco smiled complacently and dropped her hand, placing it protectively around her waist instead as he'd done so before. He made a mental note to go get infuriated more often, that way he'd receive a heated snog fest from the red head.
Ginny grinned, placing her right arm around him holding him tightly, leaning on his shoulder feeling relaxed. This always felt right somehow, when they held each other like this, she always felt safe and cared for. Nevertheless, when you were in the company of Draco Malfoy, he made you feel you were luckiest girl in the world.
Above her head, Draco gave a-lop sided grin and leant his head on hers, getting a pleasing aroma of her vanilla shampoo.
The blonde and the red head walked up the cobbled road, head on head, travelling higher up the mountain. However, they were blissfully unaware that from the shadows, they were being watched by a hooded figure.
*
"You're joking dad! They exploded right there and then?" asked Ron in awe, handing his father a cup of tea and brandy, sitting down opposite him. The eldest Weasley gave him a pensive look.
"No I'm not joking Ron, they - well - they sort of self destructed, you know, before we could get any information out of them." Arthur replied taking a sip of his drink.
"Well that's a trial you'll never forget." Fred concluded, the slightest bit of amusement in his voice. "Exploding deatheaters, what will they think of next? Levitating Aurors? Super goblins?"
Everybody in the kitchen laughed, shaking their heads at the Weasley twin; trust Fred or George to considerably lighten a serious situation.
Meanwhile in the lounge, the Weasley Women: Molly, Hermione, Penelope, Angelina, Alicia and Poppy - were all comforting Molly, reassuring her in soothing tones that Ginny was safe. Ginny and Charlie's wife, Lizzie were the only Weasley women missing.
"Don't worry Mollie," purred Poppy, her deep voice finding some of its native Irish. The shiny black haired woman placed a delicate reassuring hand on hers, "Everything Will' be 'alright."
Molly smiled wearily and glanced up at the window sadly, and then to the beautiful woman sat before her. "I hope you're right Poppy. I only hope that where ever Ginny is right now, that she is safe and happy."
Everybody except Hermione nodded their long silky haired heads in agreement and smiled. The youngest of the women just gave a small smile and looked away, feeling truly remorseful. A terrible quilt was aching in her chest. She knew - or at least hoped - that she was right, that Ginny was unharmed; she was with Draco after all. Nevertheless, even that thought alone made her sick with worry.
However, how could she tell that to everyone else? What was she supposed to say?
"Don't worry Molly, your daughters fine, she's just run off with a wanted deatheater, who happens to be the son of a lunatic, and your own sons arch nemesis. So she'll be gone for a couple of days, that okay with you." Yes that'd go down well wouldn't it? Molly and Arthur would probably disown her as their daughter-in-law - they'd hate her. Not Ron though, Ron would stick by her, he always did through thick and thin.
"Poppy's right Molly, Ginny will be fine. She is, after all a Weasley." Penelope said, biting back a laugh. All the women this time nodded their heads in agreement; contently- amused looks on their faces.
All of the Weasley children were now married, or nearly - Ginny was the only one left.
(A/N: this part is an explanation of when and how many children each couple met/have, so if you don't want to read it that's cool.)
Penelope, 25 and Percy, 26 had been happily married ever since Ginny's fourth year. Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Harry had been allowed to go home early from Hogwarts, so they could attend their wedding, which took place 2 weeks before the Christmas holidays. Both Penelope and Percy like Hermione and Ron, had married in the early stages of their adult life. Percy being 19 and Penelope still 18. They now had a son named peter who was 5 and a younger son named Thomas, who was 3. Thomas had his fathers blue eyes and Penelope's hair, however Peter had his fathers red hair and mothers green eyes.
Hermione and Ron, both 21, had married soon after Hogwarts when Ron and Hermione had both turned 18. 3 months after the glorious day - which took place in the winter - Hermione announced that she was pregnant, and 9 months later, gave birth to Toby Michael Arthur Weasley. Toby looked identical to Ron, down to the last dimple, the only resemblance to his mother was the wavy and bushiness of her youth hair.
Fred, 24 and Angelina who was 23, married earlier this year in the hot summer month of June. However, Angelina had become pregnant when she and Fred were living together in Diagon Alley. He courted her for five years before popping the big question last Christmas.
George who was 24, and his girlfriend since seventh year, Alicia Spinnett 24, became another Weasley couple in Ginny's seventh year - the wedding also in the winter. The gathering had been small with only the closest family members present. They now had a daughter named Leanne who was 4 years old. Leanne or 'Lea' looked exactly like her mother, long brown hair and a straight nose. However, she had her fathers brown eyes and Weasley freckles - not to mention Weasley temper.
Bill, 30 and Poppy ledger, 29 had married 8 years ago, however, a fling they had 4 years before hand resulted in their first child. Poppy was tall and very elegant in appearance. She had long black hair that flowed down her back stopping just above her hips; it was layered around the front emphasizing her oval face. Her eyes were an amazing shade of blue, and were cat like. Her skin was tanned beautifully; there wasn't a pale patch on her. The reason she was so stunning was that she was part Egyptian and part Irish. Her mother and father met in Egypt, Her father was working for the Egyptian ministry and her mother had just finished at Hogwarts.
Poppy and Bill had dated through their seventh year and split after graduation. They got back together though, when Poppy appeared 5 years later with their child John. They had two children, John, 12, who was currently attending Hogwarts and Tyren, 6, who was a complete pain in the ass. Like his father, he was a bit of a rebel and loved to run away from his mother when they were out.
Charlie, 29 and Lizzie Brunson, 28, had been married for 6 years, in the summer of 2000. The wedding had taken place at the burrow in the back garden. The couple chose to have the wedding on Charlie's birthday so he wouldn't forget their future anniversaries. Lizzie was short with flicky blonde hair and muddy blue eyes, she had a petite frame even though she had given birth to twins. The twins, named Joel and Stuart, were born in 2003, and Lizzie had nearly died through childbirth because of her size. Stuart and Joel both had blonde hair with brown eyes and freckles.
(A/N: here we are if you skipped.)
Molly giggled, that was true; you didn't grow up with 6 other boys to become a mouse.
"Hermione... didn't you see Ginny yesterday?" asked Alicia thoughtfully. "Don't the two of you meet in the 3 broomsticks for coffee on Sundays?"
The other 4 heads turned to look at the brown haired woman. Hermione stared at them all awkwardly; nobody up to this point had mentioned this, not even Ron who hadn't stopped questioning his father and mother all day.
She chewed on her bottom lip uncomfortably. "Well, y-yes I did, but she didn't mention anything to me. All we were talking about was the disturbance on the house." Hermione said quickly, taking a sip of tea. Around the room the women were giving her suspicious looks, their woman's intuition was playing up. Molly bit her lip and opened her mouth to ask her something, but Hermione cut her off.
"Honestly Molly, Ginny didn't tell me anything. She never mentioned going away or anything. All we talked about was the deatheaters and D-Leo."
"Leo? Who's Leo?" asked Penelope curiously, leaning forwards on her elbows, so she didn't miss a detail.
"Oh, he's Ginny's friend. Apparently she's known him for over a year now." Replied Hermione, taking another sip of her tea.
"Maybe Leo knows where she is, what ever happened to him anyway. He must have been there if the deatheaters did come." Alicia said thoughtfully, frowning at the fireplace. Across from her Hermione widened her eyes slightly in shock, clearly she hadn't thought about that particular detail.
Suddenly, a sharp tapping on the window made them all jump, Hermione especially who dropped her teacup on the carpet causing the hot liquid to soak into the floor. She cursed herself for being startled at something as simple as the post, and cleared it away with the flick of her wand.
"Get that for me Alicia dear." Molly said coolly, rubbing her temples. The mousy haired brunette got up and opened the window. A large barn owl flew in and dropped a letter into Molly's lap, circled once around the room and disappeared out the window into the darkening sky.
The older woman glanced at the letter in her lap and raised a curious eyebrow. She picked it up carefully and looked at the handwriting scrawled on the front. Her eyes widened in realisation when she saw the handwriting. It was Ginny's.
"ARTHUR! Arthur come here quickly! It's a letter from Ginny!" Molly cried shrilly tearing open the envelope and unfolding the parchment. Immediately the kitchen door burst open and the Weasley men came rushing into the room, curious and anxious looks on their faces.
"Read it dear, read it out to us." Arthur ordered sitting down next to his wife. Molly grinned excitedly and cleared her throat.
Dear All.
I hope everybody is safe and well and that nothing else regarding the deatheaters has presented itself. I'm sorry I didn't drop the spare key around, but Leo and I left for his in such a rush, I didn't get a chance to do anything, you know how men are. Well, as I just said, or should I say wrote, I'm staying at Leo's house and can I tell you - you have to listen it's a letter - his house is amazing!
Leo showed me around earlier, this house, or should I say, MANOR. Is stunning. It has; 8 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, 4 studies, a library, weapons room (I quickly moved on from that room) 1 huge lounge, 2 dining halls, a humungous kitchen, indoor swimming pool and green house full of exotic passion flowers, a grand staircase and did I mention a ball room. This house could rival Harry on exquisiteness, oh mum you'd just love it here, and I feel like such a princess. Then after the tour inside, he took me outside, which was even more spectacular then the inside!
"Wow that does sound lovely!" Molly interrupted happily, congratulating her daughter's knowingness of her; she was her daughter after all.
There is a giant lake that takes up half of the estate, stables (I'm going riding tomorrow, Leo promised). And - get this dad - he has a tennis court! I'm still unsure as to what you have to do but Leo said he'd teach me; it can't be that hard really. The court looks rather tiny though; I wonder how you'll use your brooms in that amount of space?
Arthur laughed, joyfully. "Oh Gin, you don't use brooms!" He said to the letter shaking his head. "Hang on, I think we have a tennis raquel somewhere, but I think it's broken from hitting all those genomes over the hedge."
Oh yes before I finish, tell Fred and George that'll I'll make the time from work up to them when I get home, I promise.
On Sunday I spoke to Hermione in detail about the events from the day before, I still can't believe it, what if dad would of there.... This is awful, the worlds supposed to be safer not even more dangerous, I hope they don't go too far. Tell dad to be extra careful, you can't trust anyone these days.
I'd better wrap this up now; the swans are getting more adventurous, they've already nicked off with 3 of the tuna & sweetcorn sandwiches. (I'm sitting by the lake at this very moment, writing this.) Give my love to Angelina; how far gone is she now? 39 weeks wasn't it? I can't wait for another niece or nephew to cuddle!
I don't quite know when'll be back, but I will send crofter as soon as I know.
Take care everybody! Owl me straight away if anything suspicious happens. By the way, Leo says "Hi!".
See you all soon!
Love Ginny (& Leo)
xXx
Everybody leapt into conversation after Molly had finished.
"Wow! A ball room, that reminds me of our Hogwarts graduation ball." Penelope sighed taking Percy's hand, and stoking it softly with the other.
"Sitting by the lake, how romantic." Poppy purred, her amazing blue sea eyes glazing over.
"Who's Leo?" demanded Bill, who had always been very protective of the young redhead.
"Dad, what's tennis?" asked Ron, wrinkling his nose sourly at the muggle sport. He remembered Dean Thomas, a fellow Gryffindor, who used to have a poster of West Ham football team pinned up in the dorm.
"Oh shit!" whispered Angelina, looking down into her lap.
"That really isn't very responsible of her." Whinged Percy frowning in disagreement, but looking genuinely happy all the same.
"Oh shut up Perce, I don't blame Ginny at all, she needed to get away!" Snapped Ron, sitting down on the chair arm Hermione was sitting in, placing an arm around her shoulders.
Across from Hermione, Molly was staring at the fireplace, a dreamy, floaty expression on her face. "Stables, a picnic by the lake, a ball room, it all sounds very - "
"SHIT!!!!" screamed Angelina grabbing her lump. Around the living room, everybody stopped to stare at her, their eyes widened in shock. The ex Gryffindor beater began to take deep, sharp breaths through her mouth, leaning back onto the sofa. Next to her Fred grimaced as he felt something wet dampen his bum.
"Urgh," he grumbled getting up off the sofa. But as soon as he got up, everybody in the room gasped loudly, staring at the spot he'd just been sitting in.
"Fred really!" Shouted George, looking both horrified and amused. Fred threw his twin an unpleasant glare.
"My - my - waters - ha - have - broken - " Angelina managed to pant through breaths. "The - baby - it's - coming - right now!" she wheezed gripping her knees.
"OH MY GOODNESS! WE HAVE TO GET YOU TO ST MUNGOS!" shouted Fred, dancing about on the spot, shaking his hands around uncertain as what to do with them. Molly gasped loudly; she leapt from her chair and sat down - in the puddle - next to Angelina.
"It's okay Angie, just breathe deeply." The older woman said soothingly stroking her hand. She faced the other shocked adult faces and frowned.
"RIGHT! ALL YOU MEN OUT NOW! Hermione, fetch me some clean towels, Poppy, will you fetch me a big bowl of salt water now please! COME ON YOU MEN GET OUT OF HERE! Ron - " she snapped grabbing her son by the arm on his way past. "Floo St. Mungos, tell them to send, oh what were they called.... oh yes, tell them to send Freya and Navie over, we'll need their help!"
Ron cast Angelina an extremely frightened look, then his mother but did as he was told. He grabbed the red floo powder pot and ran into the kitchen, where the other men were demanding to know what was happening.
"Molly can't we just take Ang to St Mungos now? We don't know what we're doing!" Alicia cried going very pale.
"No Alicia, it's best to leave her where she is, asking Angie to get up now would be agony on her part." Molly shouted over the growing volume of Angelina's wheezes.
Alicia nodded quickly, she and Penelope began rushing about in the living room, making the coffee table and other chairs turn into cushions. When the last chair was gone, the panicked pair began to Transfigure more objects into large soft cushions and began laying them on the floor in the middle of the room.
"Now Angie," Molly said gently, making the now sweaty woman look at her. "We're going to have to move you onto the floor okay? You'll be more comfortable on these cushions."
Hermione and Poppy came bursting into the room, with huge beach towels and a bowl of salt water, which was sloshing over the side down Poppy's very expensive looking cloak. They deposited them quickly on the floor next to the cushions, looks of the utmost excitement and fear on their faces.
"Right girls, two of you either side of her - that's it, now, one. Two. Three lift!" The five Weasley women picked Angelina up very securely and positioned her on the cushions, placing towels underneath her waist. Angelina screamed in pain and grabbed Poppy's hair, pulling it towards her. Poppy screeched in pain and anger and let go of her shoulder, a murderous glare on her features.
BOOM, BOOM. "Mum, what's going on in there!" demanded Bill, hammering on the door, his wife's scream worrying him.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK IS GOING ON!" The eldest Weasley screamed back at the oak door to her son.
Suddenly the door she was screaming at broke open and 2 women came bursting into the room, one old woman and one young. They were carrying leather doctor's bags with big red crosses on the side, which were currently flashing fro red to blue.
"Right then! Hello again Angelina, how far gone are you?" asked the older women, whilst opening her bag, bringing out her stethoscope and measuring her heart rate. Behind her the younger woman placed her bag on the floor and kicked open the clasp with her boot. Immediately, a large trolley covered in potions and different varieties and sizes of medical tongs popped up out of the small bag.
"She's 39 weeks and a day." Molly snapped, taking Angelina's hand. The Black haired woman gripped it tightly making the older woman's eyes bulge in pain. "Do. Something. Quick." Molly whispered through gritted.
Freya reached under Angelina's skirt and pulled off her soggy pants, then took a quick peek. "Okay Navie, fetch me the Obtorpesco Potion, quickly now, she's dilated." The grey haired woman said quickly to the young woman, Navie. Navie nodded and began scanning through the colourful potions laid out before her. She spotted it between a sickly yellow potion and a baby pink.
"Here it is Freya, I'm pouring 3 mouthfuls worth." She said hurriedly, pouring a pleasant smelling blue liquid into a goblet.
"AAAARRRGGGHHH! HURRY IT UP WILL YOU!!" screamed Angelina, performing another death grip on Molly's hand. The redhead cried out in pain and tried to pull her hand free, but Angelina was like a leech, she wasn't letting go without a fight.
"No! No Molly, stay with me, I'm scared." Angelina whimpered, tears of pain and fright pouring down her face.
"Okay Angie, I will, but you'll have to loosen your grip." Molly said through clenched teeth, holding out the other hand. Angelina took it gently and bought it to her side.
"Drink this Angelina, it w - "
"GIVE IT TO ME!" Screamed Angelina, snatching the goblet from Freya and drinking down the blue substance; within quick 3 gulps it was gone. Everybody watched her apprehensively, and at once Angelina began to calm her breathing down, her bright red cheeks began to cool down losing that hot coal look.
"Ahhhh, that's better." She sighed leaning her head back on the sofa. Molly breathed a long sigh of relief too and positioned herself next to her.
Freya smiled at the women's relief and prepared herself for helping the baby when it decided to make an appearance.
In the other room Fred was hopping about like a maniac, rushing room one side of the kitchen to the other, occasionally listening at the door before rushing about again. Angelina's pants could be heard over Fred's pacing, she was that loud. The other men were sat at the table; each had a glass of Ogden's fire Whisky. Arthur, Percy and Bill were watching Fred bounce around the kitchen anxiously, excited looks on their faces.
Charlie, Ron and George were re-reading Ginny's letter, talking excitedly about the prospect of living in a home like that, with indoor pool to relax in and a grand ballroom.
Upon hearing the room next door fall silent, Fred stopped pacing and stared at the door, suddenly going very pale. Charlie, Ron and George fell silent and they too watched the door. 2 minutes of deadly silence followed, all the men concentrating hard on the door.
BANG! The door burst open and Penelope ran in with a bowl of red salt water, scaring the group of male redheads. Penelope rushed to the sink and tipped away the foggy red water, once empty, she began filling it up with hot water again, grabbing the salt pot on the side and pouring in the little crystals.
"PENELOPE! What's happening? Is Ang all right? What's going on?" demanded Fred taking Penelope's shoulders and shaking her roughly.
"FRED! LET GO OF HER! IF YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW ANGIE IS GO IN AND SEE FOR YOURSELF!" Bellowed Percy, pulling Fred away form his wife. Fred nodded quickly and rushed into the lounge.
"Angie!" he cried, ignoring the blood and baby's head sticking out of his wife. He nudged his mother out the way and took Angelina's hand, whispering in soothing tones.
"Don't worry Ang, I'm here, everything will be okay, just keep breathing."
Molly stood up and observed the scene, she was about to get yet another grandchild, another name to add to the Weasley clan.
"Come on." She said to the other 4 women steering them towards the kitchen door. Hermione, Poppy, Penelope and Alicia cast Angelina one last cheerful glance and went through the kitchen door out of sight.
* 2 hours later.... *
"Awwwww isn't she adorable!" cooed Alicia, placing a delicate hand on Angelina's shoulder. Angelina smiled proudly at the brown haired woman until Alicia walked back to George. Angelina examined, for the 18th time, her daughter that lay asleep in her arms.
In Angelina's eyes, she was gorgeous. Chubby little cheeks that were rosy and fresh looking, a little black tuft of hair was poking out the top of the blanket. Her mother's silky dark skin and her fathers creamy pale colouring had combined, giving the baby girl a beautiful shade of saccharine, truly she was beautiful. Her eyes though, were a mystery, as they had not yet been seen.
Angelina looked up from her daughter and gazed at the couples sat around her. Hermione and Ron were sitting on one quarter of the now clean sofa across from Angelina's armchair. Hermione was leaning on Ron happily, gazing back at her through hooded eyes. Bill and Poppy were taking up the next quarter; Poppy too was leaning on Bill, a blissful look on her face.
Percy and Penelope were next; Penelope was sitting in Percy's lap, her head resting on his, pleased smiles on their faces. Molly was sitting in the armchair by the fire, giving a proud grandmotherly poise; Arthur was sitting on the chair arm, his arm around Molly rubbing her shoulder. Alicia and George were standing next to Molly and Arthur, Alicia had her eyes shut and she was leaning into George whilst the redhead held her in his arms. They all looked so peaceful. Charlie was sitting in the other armchair opposite her, a proud I-can't-believe-I'm-an-uncle-again look on his face.
Everybody was still and silent, this had been a very 'very' long day for everyone. She looked up to her right into the deep ocean blue eyes of her husband. They were bloodshot and swollen from all the crying he'd done, her eyes too were bloodshot from the tears of joy, shock and slight pain that had poured down her face from the last 2 hours.
"Well, I think we should go Navie, these people need to rest, they have been through a lot this afternoon." Freya said quietly, placing a gentle hand on her associates shoulder.
"Thank you, thank you for all your help." Croaked Fred quietly, getting up slowly so not to wake his daughter. He extended a wobbly hand and shook the hands of the midwives vigorously. Freya smiled kindly as she released his hand, 40 years of being a midwife meant that she was immuned to the emotional attachment felt with each couple, but glancing around the room again, she couldn't help but let out a small tear.
"You're Welcome Mr Weasley, you take care now, take care of your wife and child too." She said quietly watching Angelina take another proud look at her daughter.
"Have you thought of a name?" Navie enquired, also watching mother and child fondly.
Fred went back to his family and looked at his new daughter. God she was so beautiful. He glanced into Angelina's chocolaty brown eyes, those wonderful kind eyes.
"What do you think love? What shall we name her?" He asked gently, stroking the side of her face with his finger, tenderly.
Angelina gazed at her daughter for a moment, as if staring into some picturesque dream. She looked back to her husband, back into his devoted, compassionate blue eyes.
"Kaitlyn." The new mother whispered, smiling proudly and gazing back to her daughter through satisfied hooded eyes. She was so proud, so proud of what she and her husband had accomplished, what they'd made. All their love, character, obligation and dreams had gone into this child; they couldn't of asked for more.
"Kaitlyn, Poppy Hermione Penelope Alicia Molly Weasley, after all the remarkable mothers in the family, and all the illustrious mothers who helped me bring this little ray of light into my world."
Molly sniffed loudly as tears of elation rolled down her face. Arthur rubbed her shoulder soothingly and allowed her to weep joyfully into his arm. Hermione, Penelope, Alicia and Poppy too were crying with happiness, their spouses smiling knowingly, comforting them.
Freya and Navie smiled widely, and drew out their wands. Freya walked slowly up to Fred, Angelina and baby kaitlyn and looked down at the tiny newborn through pleased hooded eyes. "Goodbye, Kaitlyn Poppy Hermione Penelope Alicia Molly Weasley. May god shine down his love upon you. Take care Fred. Take care Angelina, I hope to see you again soon."
The proud parents nodded their heads in gratitude at the midwife. Freya smiled humanely, and went back over to Navie.
"Goodbye." She said merrily, before waving her wand and disapparating.
"Goodbye, Good luck." Navie said casting another happy glance at Kaitlyn before disapparating into thin air.
After the midwives departed, all the Weasley's sat in stillness appreciating and welcoming their latest member of their vast kin into the Weasley family tree. Beyond doubt today had been eventful for them, 2 lives were taken today, but another one was received, welcomed into the world.
The family bond created here today would be strong, and many more would be created for many generations, as the saying goes: Blood is thicker then water.
*
The sun was just setting over the Mediterranean Sea, the big bright hot ball sinking slowly into the cool refreshing marine. There were countless couples on the beach, sitting on rocks or big beach towels watching another day dissolve from their lives.
Further along the shore, and 20 metres up the jagged cliff face, a blonde and a redhead were sitting at a table made for 2. A candle in a glass holder was flickering slightly in the playful soft breeze, a bottle of vintage wine was open and 2 glasses were half empty, or were they half full?
Draco sighed agitatedly as he watched the sun set. He'd only ever seen the sun set like this once before, when he was 17. It was his last day at Hogwarts; he'd snuck upstairs to the astronomy tower to watch the sun sink into the mountains. Never before had he taken the time from his hectic, messed up life to appreciate how the world works, how each day ends and another begins.
As he sat there, watching the light and the troubles of his life vanish before him, a great deal of peace washed over him, clearing his mind of thoughts and questions. As the tip of the scorching sun disappeared from view, his memories, life and tribulations at Hogwarts and before that disappeared too, for now it was the darkness, always the darkness and forever more would it be so. His future, hopes and dreams, everything he wanted, were shrouded in darkness.
Nevermore would he be a bully of the weak, now he would be a killer of the innocent. Nevermore would he have independence of psyche, now he would be a servant, a mindless goldfish. Nevermore would he experience superiority as he walked the stone halls, now he would feel remorse and sorrow as he walked the dark alleys.
And nevermore, would he feel the love, the empathy, the passion and lust of a special moment with a special someone. For now the only passion he would get, would be from cheap whores and prostitutes.
He hated it; he hated the fact that - that moment - that special, life- changing moment belonged to the darkness, the darkness that had surrounded them, the darkness of his future, and soul closing in all around them. The happier he'd got with each passing second, the more the profound hunger of the darkness took him.
But, alas there was one savoir, the moon - the moon had been watching, the suns sister was haunting her forbidden realm, watching over those of the light. That sweet moment, when 2 became 1, belonged to the light, the light that he needed, wanted and yearned for everyday since that sunset on the astronomy tower. When everything he was and wanted to be became dark.
That moment, that carefree, ecstasy filled moment in the darkness belonging to the light, that he could never have again.
Across from him the redhead sighed longingly, her features content and at peace.
"Its beautiful isn't it?" she said in almost a whisper.
Draco turned to face her, appreciating her, his light that he would never have.
"Yes, Yes it is." He whispered slowly, causing her to glance across at him. Ginny stared into his eyes, they were different somehow, brighter - more kinder, loving. Draco noted straight away that she was scrutinising him. She knew that something was different, she had seen 'him' the inner him, the carefree boy that died long ago deep down inside.
"Draco, are you okay?" she asked placing a gentle had on his.
'So innocent, so protected. She never saw it, the darkness, the misery.'
"Yes, I'm fine." He replied looking into her deep eyes before turning away to stare at the tip of the warm sun - the light sink into the darkness.
Ginny frowned at him curiously; something was going on inside that mysterious mind of his. How she wished she could explore it, see inside him, into his soul.
"Well, well, Draco Malfoy. I've been looking for you all day, you left this." A silky feminine voice from above them drawled slowly.
Draco widened his eyes at the voice and turned around to look at those dark hazel eyes. Ginny looked from him to the woman and gasped at what she had held in her hand.
But then again, sometimes you have to brave the darkness to see the light.
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A/N: Dun Dun Dun! Hmmmm, what did the woman have in her hand? Yo! Thank goodness I finished that chapter, it's taken me ages! And that's just the first part. I know that chapter sorta sucked a bit, but I have some big plans for chapter 9 part B. I'm going to have something that Nobody has had so far. REVIEW ME about how the story is progressing so far, I need your reviews, otherwise I don't know if I'm writing a load of shit. Reviews are needed with me - I need your reassurance. R & R. Ill be back soon with the second part.
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Chapter 9, the first: Midwives and.
Date, November 6th 2006
"How much do these cost?" Ginny repeated slowly pointing to the Diricawl eggs.
The large grey eggs were rather spectacular, grey in colour with large gold speckles, but that wasn't the reason they were extraordinary- each was about the same size as a quaffle.
"Qué? No le entiendo." Replied the lady shaking her head.
Ginny sighed at the woman, clearly the old incompetence had to be bought into play. "Do - you - speak - English?" she asked pronouncing each word bit by bit and clearly emphasizing each carefully.
The Spanish woman smiled, crinkling her kind blue eyes and backed away from the counter in the direction of the back room.
"Espere un minuto. Iré y traer a mi hijo, él habla inglés." She said, smiling again and disappearing around the corner out of site.
"No, wait a - oh." Ginny sighed as the woman's large bulk vanished from site, leaving Ginny alone in the shop.
Whilst walking along the cobblestone path in front of the shops, she spotted a large shop with a red Dragon painted on the side. Intrigued, the young red head had wandered curiously in and taken a careful look around. Upon entering, the shrill song of the fwooper had filled her ears, answering her question for her; this was a magical menagerie.
The red head scanned the large store. She was now left alone in the foreign magical creatures shop, but she was far from bored. Next to her sat a HUMONGOUS toad that was roughly the same size as a small dog. Every so often, the amphibian would croak, and at the same time 4 large metallic orange bubbles appeared from its mouth and float up into the air. Then upon popping loudly, they'd spray sickly orange goo everywhere, which burnt if it touched you. Ginny had made a mental note of this when one of the bubbles popped near her ear, burning it slightly along with her hair.
In the corner there was a playpen holding 3 small Crup puppies. Each puppy was a different colour; a bizarre cream, inky black and iron grey. Ginny couldn't help but pick at least one of them up when she'd first entered, they were just sooooo cute!
Below the playpen was a plaque in Spanish explaining all about crups; below the Spanish there was a brief paragraph in English:
'Crup. This small wizarding dog is born with a fork tail that must be removed with a severing charm at six to eight weeks to protect it from the speculation of the muggles. This wizard dog closely resembles a Jack Russell, (a dog native to England) and can eat and scavenge anything from old tyres to rats. This wizard born dog is ferocious towards muggles and you will need a license of owner ship, which can be purchased in this shop.'
Behind the counter large counter, which was home to many more spectacular creatures, there sat a small fwooper glaring down on Ginny as though daring her to try to steal anything. Its soft plumage was a fantastic shade of lime green with little black legs that were just darling. It was sitting freely on top of a long perch keeping perfectly still, very much resembling a stuffed ornament rather than a living creature. The license for the bird was in a glass frame beside it, showing the date it was purchased and its name, Sniggles.
Unexpectedly, 2 voices could be heard and footsteps were approaching her from around the back of the counter. The older woman was back, but this time she had a young man in tow, dragging him by the arm whilst talking in very fast Spanish.
Ginny couldn't help noticing how extremely handsome he was, around 6 foot with olive skin, short black hair and big brown eyes. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans that hugged his bum rather nicely. He wore, she observed, a silver chain around his neck and sitting in the very middle was a silver dragon breathing a long flame of silver fire.
The woman, who looked the spit of her son, gave the handsome man a small shove towards Ginny, causing him to snap back at her. She laughed rowdily at his would-be-threatening glare and walked off around the back again, shaking her short black hair.
The gorgeous man shook his head at her and finally faced Ginny. He gave a small smirk and raised an eyebrow giving her a quick once over, clearly he liked what he saw. Ginny immediately recognised his scrutiny, but chose to ignore it. She was rather flattered actually that she was getting this particular attention, but tried not to show it too much.
"Um, do. you speak English?" she enquired hopefully gazing into his chocolate eyes; she didn't want to have to resort to tourist sign language - pointing and charades.
The man smiled rather cheekily, "Yes I speak English. How may I help you?" he replied leaning casually on the counter. Ginny bit her lip, trying to ignore the way his muscles were bulging under the top making her -
"Wow.. Um, I'm sorry - yes, how much are these Diricawl eggs?" she asked quickly avoiding his eyes and picking up one of the mammoth eggs.
He smiled and took the quaffle like egg off her so she had to look at his face. "You know your creatures rather well. Normally, these eggs cost 70 galleons, but for you pretty senorita, I will sell it to you at 40 galleon." He purred in a dark voice, handing the egg back to her and giving her a mysterious grin.
Ginny smiled attractively and looked down at the egg pretending to be interested in its shimmering gold freckles. Across from her, the hunk smirked knowingly; perhaps this was Spain's answer to Draco Malfoy.
"What's your name pretty lady?" asked the Spaniard, leaning forwards again and staring into her russet eyes. The red head smiled again, feeling more embarrassed this time.
"Ginny W - Erm, Ginny Bloom." She replied hurriedly, placing the egg back on the counter, "And what may I ask is yours?"
The good-looking bloke extended a hand, "Massimo Alandras. Nice to meet you Ginny Bloom." He said in a warm, welcoming voice. Ginny took his hand and smiled when he turned it upwards, planting a soft kiss on her velvety skin.
The bell on the door behind them jingled as it opened then shut again.
"Really Ginny dear, I leave you alone for 20 minutes and you've forgotten all about me." Drawled a silky voice from the doorway. Ginny rolled her eyes and let go of Massimo's hand, then turned to face the tall blonde man who was currently leaning provocatively against the door frame. She was just beginning to enjoy herself!
Draco smirked sexily and prowled in a cat like manner up to her, making Ginny blush and smile embarrassedly. He stood before her, towering above the redhead ominously and to her surprise and delight, he embraced her in a passionate kiss. However, Ginny knew though, that this was for Massimo's sake; clearly Draco didn't want him to think Ginny was available.
Draco's smooth hot tongue sort her own and she shivered involuntarily, enjoying his touch; his embrace was hungry - lusting. Then, as quickly as it had begun, Draco pulled away slowly and turned towards Massimo, grinning wildly.
Ginny pouted childishly, slightly disappointed and turned back to the brown haired man too. Massimo had a look of pure and unmistakable jealousy on his features; also he was glaring malevolently at Draco, as if urging him to explode suddenly. She glanced upwards; Draco was giving him a malicious scowl and an unpleasant sneer. Ginny felt one of his strong arms snake around her waist and pull her into him possessively.
'Men, Really.' She thought biting back a laugh at the stand off.
"So Ginny, what am I buying you?" Draco inquired lazily, looking curiously at the cages and tanks behind the counter.
"Oh, Well, I was going to buy one of these Diricawl eggs for Ron." She replied happily indicating the eggs in the basket in front of her. "I know he'd love a Diricawl, he's never seen one, not even in his line of work."
Draco shifted about restlessly, 'Well, he'll be waiting along time to get it.' He thought to himself. Ginny didn't know this, but Draco had no desire or intentions on returning to England.
"Err, good idea." He said quickly, rubbing her hip. He snapped his head back to the now surly man behind the counter. "Now, Maximo was it? I'll take one of these fine eggs, and make it snappy." He barked in his haughty Malfoy manor.
Massimo sneered nastily, a steely look in his brown eyes. "It's Massimo. And that'll be 100 galleons 'please'." He drawled glaring at the Blonde man, his lip curling upwards in dislike. Draco flashed his eyes and raised a surprised eyebrow.
Ginny watched Draco attentively as he reached into his pocket for his wallet, then turn to look at the Spanish man; clearly his dislike had reached a point where he thought it necessary to over charge the Malfoy, but when all was said and done, you couldn't blame the man. Massimo quickly glanced at Ginny and gave her a small wink before reaching into the basket before her and bringing out the largest egg.
"Now Ginny, you'll have to keep it in this box for 2 months until it hatches. When it eventually does hatch you tell 'Ron' that he must feed it raw meat until its legs turn yellow, then he may feed it small rodents and birds." Massimo purred kindly, placing the egg in a straw filled box and pushing it out towards her.
"Th - "
"How hard can it be to look after it? Here," Draco spat placing a small bag of shiny gold galleons on the counter "Come along Ginny dear, let's get some lunch." He said resuming his 'kind' voice to the red head, grabbing the box and stuffing it roughly into his B.B. Ginny smiled sweetly at the blonde before turning back to the Spaniard.
"It was nice to meet you Massimo. See you around." She said benignly ignoring the cat like glare Draco gave her. The blonde man smiled smugly and led Ginny from the shop, hugging her even closer.
"You too Ginny. Goodbye."
Once they were both outside, Draco abruptly removed his arm from Ginny's waist and stormed off up the road, his fists clenched at his side. Ginny watched him go and sighed, rolling her eyes resignedly; clearly being friendly to other men was out of the question.
"Draco wait." She called catching up with his fast pace.
Draco carried on walking and ignored her, looking surly and mardy. Why did this man make things difficult?
Ginny sighed again in agitation, though much louder this time and stood in front of him causing Draco to screech to an abrupt halt. He stared blankly over her head at nothing before looking into her brown orbs. She stared back, giving him an intense look - brown clashing with silver.
The auburn haired woman bought one of her hands up to his pale face and stroked his cheek gently, taking a step closer so she was leaning against his chest, her generous bosom resting on his. This action caused the blonde to pout slightly before returning to the morose Draco state.
"Don't be like this Draco. Back there, at the shop. I wasn't flirting with him, I was just being kind." Ginny said simply, really she didn't see the need to explain herself. Draco gave her a sceptical look.
"Didn't look like it from where - " but he didn't have time to finish, Ginny cut him off with a hot-blooded kiss, surprising him completely. Draco tried not to react, he wasn't that easy, but all of a sudden he shuddered; his spine was tingling insanely because of Ginny's fingertips stroking his nape, making him shiver with pleasure. Giving in - resistance was futile in this situation - Draco closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her into his body, intensifying the embrace.
Ginny smiled into his mouth and slowly pulled away, smirking slightly herself. At least now she knew how to shut him up and change his mood when he went off on one. "Come on, lets go get that lunch you mentioned." She purred taking his hand, ignoring the pout he gave her and leading the way up the road.
Draco smiled complacently and dropped her hand, placing it protectively around her waist instead as he'd done so before. He made a mental note to go get infuriated more often, that way he'd receive a heated snog fest from the red head.
Ginny grinned, placing her right arm around him holding him tightly, leaning on his shoulder feeling relaxed. This always felt right somehow, when they held each other like this, she always felt safe and cared for. Nevertheless, when you were in the company of Draco Malfoy, he made you feel you were luckiest girl in the world.
Above her head, Draco gave a-lop sided grin and leant his head on hers, getting a pleasing aroma of her vanilla shampoo.
The blonde and the red head walked up the cobbled road, head on head, travelling higher up the mountain. However, they were blissfully unaware that from the shadows, they were being watched by a hooded figure.
*
"You're joking dad! They exploded right there and then?" asked Ron in awe, handing his father a cup of tea and brandy, sitting down opposite him. The eldest Weasley gave him a pensive look.
"No I'm not joking Ron, they - well - they sort of self destructed, you know, before we could get any information out of them." Arthur replied taking a sip of his drink.
"Well that's a trial you'll never forget." Fred concluded, the slightest bit of amusement in his voice. "Exploding deatheaters, what will they think of next? Levitating Aurors? Super goblins?"
Everybody in the kitchen laughed, shaking their heads at the Weasley twin; trust Fred or George to considerably lighten a serious situation.
Meanwhile in the lounge, the Weasley Women: Molly, Hermione, Penelope, Angelina, Alicia and Poppy - were all comforting Molly, reassuring her in soothing tones that Ginny was safe. Ginny and Charlie's wife, Lizzie were the only Weasley women missing.
"Don't worry Mollie," purred Poppy, her deep voice finding some of its native Irish. The shiny black haired woman placed a delicate reassuring hand on hers, "Everything Will' be 'alright."
Molly smiled wearily and glanced up at the window sadly, and then to the beautiful woman sat before her. "I hope you're right Poppy. I only hope that where ever Ginny is right now, that she is safe and happy."
Everybody except Hermione nodded their long silky haired heads in agreement and smiled. The youngest of the women just gave a small smile and looked away, feeling truly remorseful. A terrible quilt was aching in her chest. She knew - or at least hoped - that she was right, that Ginny was unharmed; she was with Draco after all. Nevertheless, even that thought alone made her sick with worry.
However, how could she tell that to everyone else? What was she supposed to say?
"Don't worry Molly, your daughters fine, she's just run off with a wanted deatheater, who happens to be the son of a lunatic, and your own sons arch nemesis. So she'll be gone for a couple of days, that okay with you." Yes that'd go down well wouldn't it? Molly and Arthur would probably disown her as their daughter-in-law - they'd hate her. Not Ron though, Ron would stick by her, he always did through thick and thin.
"Poppy's right Molly, Ginny will be fine. She is, after all a Weasley." Penelope said, biting back a laugh. All the women this time nodded their heads in agreement; contently- amused looks on their faces.
All of the Weasley children were now married, or nearly - Ginny was the only one left.
(A/N: this part is an explanation of when and how many children each couple met/have, so if you don't want to read it that's cool.)
Penelope, 25 and Percy, 26 had been happily married ever since Ginny's fourth year. Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Harry had been allowed to go home early from Hogwarts, so they could attend their wedding, which took place 2 weeks before the Christmas holidays. Both Penelope and Percy like Hermione and Ron, had married in the early stages of their adult life. Percy being 19 and Penelope still 18. They now had a son named peter who was 5 and a younger son named Thomas, who was 3. Thomas had his fathers blue eyes and Penelope's hair, however Peter had his fathers red hair and mothers green eyes.
Hermione and Ron, both 21, had married soon after Hogwarts when Ron and Hermione had both turned 18. 3 months after the glorious day - which took place in the winter - Hermione announced that she was pregnant, and 9 months later, gave birth to Toby Michael Arthur Weasley. Toby looked identical to Ron, down to the last dimple, the only resemblance to his mother was the wavy and bushiness of her youth hair.
Fred, 24 and Angelina who was 23, married earlier this year in the hot summer month of June. However, Angelina had become pregnant when she and Fred were living together in Diagon Alley. He courted her for five years before popping the big question last Christmas.
George who was 24, and his girlfriend since seventh year, Alicia Spinnett 24, became another Weasley couple in Ginny's seventh year - the wedding also in the winter. The gathering had been small with only the closest family members present. They now had a daughter named Leanne who was 4 years old. Leanne or 'Lea' looked exactly like her mother, long brown hair and a straight nose. However, she had her fathers brown eyes and Weasley freckles - not to mention Weasley temper.
Bill, 30 and Poppy ledger, 29 had married 8 years ago, however, a fling they had 4 years before hand resulted in their first child. Poppy was tall and very elegant in appearance. She had long black hair that flowed down her back stopping just above her hips; it was layered around the front emphasizing her oval face. Her eyes were an amazing shade of blue, and were cat like. Her skin was tanned beautifully; there wasn't a pale patch on her. The reason she was so stunning was that she was part Egyptian and part Irish. Her mother and father met in Egypt, Her father was working for the Egyptian ministry and her mother had just finished at Hogwarts.
Poppy and Bill had dated through their seventh year and split after graduation. They got back together though, when Poppy appeared 5 years later with their child John. They had two children, John, 12, who was currently attending Hogwarts and Tyren, 6, who was a complete pain in the ass. Like his father, he was a bit of a rebel and loved to run away from his mother when they were out.
Charlie, 29 and Lizzie Brunson, 28, had been married for 6 years, in the summer of 2000. The wedding had taken place at the burrow in the back garden. The couple chose to have the wedding on Charlie's birthday so he wouldn't forget their future anniversaries. Lizzie was short with flicky blonde hair and muddy blue eyes, she had a petite frame even though she had given birth to twins. The twins, named Joel and Stuart, were born in 2003, and Lizzie had nearly died through childbirth because of her size. Stuart and Joel both had blonde hair with brown eyes and freckles.
(A/N: here we are if you skipped.)
Molly giggled, that was true; you didn't grow up with 6 other boys to become a mouse.
"Hermione... didn't you see Ginny yesterday?" asked Alicia thoughtfully. "Don't the two of you meet in the 3 broomsticks for coffee on Sundays?"
The other 4 heads turned to look at the brown haired woman. Hermione stared at them all awkwardly; nobody up to this point had mentioned this, not even Ron who hadn't stopped questioning his father and mother all day.
She chewed on her bottom lip uncomfortably. "Well, y-yes I did, but she didn't mention anything to me. All we were talking about was the disturbance on the house." Hermione said quickly, taking a sip of tea. Around the room the women were giving her suspicious looks, their woman's intuition was playing up. Molly bit her lip and opened her mouth to ask her something, but Hermione cut her off.
"Honestly Molly, Ginny didn't tell me anything. She never mentioned going away or anything. All we talked about was the deatheaters and D-Leo."
"Leo? Who's Leo?" asked Penelope curiously, leaning forwards on her elbows, so she didn't miss a detail.
"Oh, he's Ginny's friend. Apparently she's known him for over a year now." Replied Hermione, taking another sip of her tea.
"Maybe Leo knows where she is, what ever happened to him anyway. He must have been there if the deatheaters did come." Alicia said thoughtfully, frowning at the fireplace. Across from her Hermione widened her eyes slightly in shock, clearly she hadn't thought about that particular detail.
Suddenly, a sharp tapping on the window made them all jump, Hermione especially who dropped her teacup on the carpet causing the hot liquid to soak into the floor. She cursed herself for being startled at something as simple as the post, and cleared it away with the flick of her wand.
"Get that for me Alicia dear." Molly said coolly, rubbing her temples. The mousy haired brunette got up and opened the window. A large barn owl flew in and dropped a letter into Molly's lap, circled once around the room and disappeared out the window into the darkening sky.
The older woman glanced at the letter in her lap and raised a curious eyebrow. She picked it up carefully and looked at the handwriting scrawled on the front. Her eyes widened in realisation when she saw the handwriting. It was Ginny's.
"ARTHUR! Arthur come here quickly! It's a letter from Ginny!" Molly cried shrilly tearing open the envelope and unfolding the parchment. Immediately the kitchen door burst open and the Weasley men came rushing into the room, curious and anxious looks on their faces.
"Read it dear, read it out to us." Arthur ordered sitting down next to his wife. Molly grinned excitedly and cleared her throat.
Dear All.
I hope everybody is safe and well and that nothing else regarding the deatheaters has presented itself. I'm sorry I didn't drop the spare key around, but Leo and I left for his in such a rush, I didn't get a chance to do anything, you know how men are. Well, as I just said, or should I say wrote, I'm staying at Leo's house and can I tell you - you have to listen it's a letter - his house is amazing!
Leo showed me around earlier, this house, or should I say, MANOR. Is stunning. It has; 8 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, 4 studies, a library, weapons room (I quickly moved on from that room) 1 huge lounge, 2 dining halls, a humungous kitchen, indoor swimming pool and green house full of exotic passion flowers, a grand staircase and did I mention a ball room. This house could rival Harry on exquisiteness, oh mum you'd just love it here, and I feel like such a princess. Then after the tour inside, he took me outside, which was even more spectacular then the inside!
"Wow that does sound lovely!" Molly interrupted happily, congratulating her daughter's knowingness of her; she was her daughter after all.
There is a giant lake that takes up half of the estate, stables (I'm going riding tomorrow, Leo promised). And - get this dad - he has a tennis court! I'm still unsure as to what you have to do but Leo said he'd teach me; it can't be that hard really. The court looks rather tiny though; I wonder how you'll use your brooms in that amount of space?
Arthur laughed, joyfully. "Oh Gin, you don't use brooms!" He said to the letter shaking his head. "Hang on, I think we have a tennis raquel somewhere, but I think it's broken from hitting all those genomes over the hedge."
Oh yes before I finish, tell Fred and George that'll I'll make the time from work up to them when I get home, I promise.
On Sunday I spoke to Hermione in detail about the events from the day before, I still can't believe it, what if dad would of there.... This is awful, the worlds supposed to be safer not even more dangerous, I hope they don't go too far. Tell dad to be extra careful, you can't trust anyone these days.
I'd better wrap this up now; the swans are getting more adventurous, they've already nicked off with 3 of the tuna & sweetcorn sandwiches. (I'm sitting by the lake at this very moment, writing this.) Give my love to Angelina; how far gone is she now? 39 weeks wasn't it? I can't wait for another niece or nephew to cuddle!
I don't quite know when'll be back, but I will send crofter as soon as I know.
Take care everybody! Owl me straight away if anything suspicious happens. By the way, Leo says "Hi!".
See you all soon!
Love Ginny (& Leo)
xXx
Everybody leapt into conversation after Molly had finished.
"Wow! A ball room, that reminds me of our Hogwarts graduation ball." Penelope sighed taking Percy's hand, and stoking it softly with the other.
"Sitting by the lake, how romantic." Poppy purred, her amazing blue sea eyes glazing over.
"Who's Leo?" demanded Bill, who had always been very protective of the young redhead.
"Dad, what's tennis?" asked Ron, wrinkling his nose sourly at the muggle sport. He remembered Dean Thomas, a fellow Gryffindor, who used to have a poster of West Ham football team pinned up in the dorm.
"Oh shit!" whispered Angelina, looking down into her lap.
"That really isn't very responsible of her." Whinged Percy frowning in disagreement, but looking genuinely happy all the same.
"Oh shut up Perce, I don't blame Ginny at all, she needed to get away!" Snapped Ron, sitting down on the chair arm Hermione was sitting in, placing an arm around her shoulders.
Across from Hermione, Molly was staring at the fireplace, a dreamy, floaty expression on her face. "Stables, a picnic by the lake, a ball room, it all sounds very - "
"SHIT!!!!" screamed Angelina grabbing her lump. Around the living room, everybody stopped to stare at her, their eyes widened in shock. The ex Gryffindor beater began to take deep, sharp breaths through her mouth, leaning back onto the sofa. Next to her Fred grimaced as he felt something wet dampen his bum.
"Urgh," he grumbled getting up off the sofa. But as soon as he got up, everybody in the room gasped loudly, staring at the spot he'd just been sitting in.
"Fred really!" Shouted George, looking both horrified and amused. Fred threw his twin an unpleasant glare.
"My - my - waters - ha - have - broken - " Angelina managed to pant through breaths. "The - baby - it's - coming - right now!" she wheezed gripping her knees.
"OH MY GOODNESS! WE HAVE TO GET YOU TO ST MUNGOS!" shouted Fred, dancing about on the spot, shaking his hands around uncertain as what to do with them. Molly gasped loudly; she leapt from her chair and sat down - in the puddle - next to Angelina.
"It's okay Angie, just breathe deeply." The older woman said soothingly stroking her hand. She faced the other shocked adult faces and frowned.
"RIGHT! ALL YOU MEN OUT NOW! Hermione, fetch me some clean towels, Poppy, will you fetch me a big bowl of salt water now please! COME ON YOU MEN GET OUT OF HERE! Ron - " she snapped grabbing her son by the arm on his way past. "Floo St. Mungos, tell them to send, oh what were they called.... oh yes, tell them to send Freya and Navie over, we'll need their help!"
Ron cast Angelina an extremely frightened look, then his mother but did as he was told. He grabbed the red floo powder pot and ran into the kitchen, where the other men were demanding to know what was happening.
"Molly can't we just take Ang to St Mungos now? We don't know what we're doing!" Alicia cried going very pale.
"No Alicia, it's best to leave her where she is, asking Angie to get up now would be agony on her part." Molly shouted over the growing volume of Angelina's wheezes.
Alicia nodded quickly, she and Penelope began rushing about in the living room, making the coffee table and other chairs turn into cushions. When the last chair was gone, the panicked pair began to Transfigure more objects into large soft cushions and began laying them on the floor in the middle of the room.
"Now Angie," Molly said gently, making the now sweaty woman look at her. "We're going to have to move you onto the floor okay? You'll be more comfortable on these cushions."
Hermione and Poppy came bursting into the room, with huge beach towels and a bowl of salt water, which was sloshing over the side down Poppy's very expensive looking cloak. They deposited them quickly on the floor next to the cushions, looks of the utmost excitement and fear on their faces.
"Right girls, two of you either side of her - that's it, now, one. Two. Three lift!" The five Weasley women picked Angelina up very securely and positioned her on the cushions, placing towels underneath her waist. Angelina screamed in pain and grabbed Poppy's hair, pulling it towards her. Poppy screeched in pain and anger and let go of her shoulder, a murderous glare on her features.
BOOM, BOOM. "Mum, what's going on in there!" demanded Bill, hammering on the door, his wife's scream worrying him.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK IS GOING ON!" The eldest Weasley screamed back at the oak door to her son.
Suddenly the door she was screaming at broke open and 2 women came bursting into the room, one old woman and one young. They were carrying leather doctor's bags with big red crosses on the side, which were currently flashing fro red to blue.
"Right then! Hello again Angelina, how far gone are you?" asked the older women, whilst opening her bag, bringing out her stethoscope and measuring her heart rate. Behind her the younger woman placed her bag on the floor and kicked open the clasp with her boot. Immediately, a large trolley covered in potions and different varieties and sizes of medical tongs popped up out of the small bag.
"She's 39 weeks and a day." Molly snapped, taking Angelina's hand. The Black haired woman gripped it tightly making the older woman's eyes bulge in pain. "Do. Something. Quick." Molly whispered through gritted.
Freya reached under Angelina's skirt and pulled off her soggy pants, then took a quick peek. "Okay Navie, fetch me the Obtorpesco Potion, quickly now, she's dilated." The grey haired woman said quickly to the young woman, Navie. Navie nodded and began scanning through the colourful potions laid out before her. She spotted it between a sickly yellow potion and a baby pink.
"Here it is Freya, I'm pouring 3 mouthfuls worth." She said hurriedly, pouring a pleasant smelling blue liquid into a goblet.
"AAAARRRGGGHHH! HURRY IT UP WILL YOU!!" screamed Angelina, performing another death grip on Molly's hand. The redhead cried out in pain and tried to pull her hand free, but Angelina was like a leech, she wasn't letting go without a fight.
"No! No Molly, stay with me, I'm scared." Angelina whimpered, tears of pain and fright pouring down her face.
"Okay Angie, I will, but you'll have to loosen your grip." Molly said through clenched teeth, holding out the other hand. Angelina took it gently and bought it to her side.
"Drink this Angelina, it w - "
"GIVE IT TO ME!" Screamed Angelina, snatching the goblet from Freya and drinking down the blue substance; within quick 3 gulps it was gone. Everybody watched her apprehensively, and at once Angelina began to calm her breathing down, her bright red cheeks began to cool down losing that hot coal look.
"Ahhhh, that's better." She sighed leaning her head back on the sofa. Molly breathed a long sigh of relief too and positioned herself next to her.
Freya smiled at the women's relief and prepared herself for helping the baby when it decided to make an appearance.
In the other room Fred was hopping about like a maniac, rushing room one side of the kitchen to the other, occasionally listening at the door before rushing about again. Angelina's pants could be heard over Fred's pacing, she was that loud. The other men were sat at the table; each had a glass of Ogden's fire Whisky. Arthur, Percy and Bill were watching Fred bounce around the kitchen anxiously, excited looks on their faces.
Charlie, Ron and George were re-reading Ginny's letter, talking excitedly about the prospect of living in a home like that, with indoor pool to relax in and a grand ballroom.
Upon hearing the room next door fall silent, Fred stopped pacing and stared at the door, suddenly going very pale. Charlie, Ron and George fell silent and they too watched the door. 2 minutes of deadly silence followed, all the men concentrating hard on the door.
BANG! The door burst open and Penelope ran in with a bowl of red salt water, scaring the group of male redheads. Penelope rushed to the sink and tipped away the foggy red water, once empty, she began filling it up with hot water again, grabbing the salt pot on the side and pouring in the little crystals.
"PENELOPE! What's happening? Is Ang all right? What's going on?" demanded Fred taking Penelope's shoulders and shaking her roughly.
"FRED! LET GO OF HER! IF YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW ANGIE IS GO IN AND SEE FOR YOURSELF!" Bellowed Percy, pulling Fred away form his wife. Fred nodded quickly and rushed into the lounge.
"Angie!" he cried, ignoring the blood and baby's head sticking out of his wife. He nudged his mother out the way and took Angelina's hand, whispering in soothing tones.
"Don't worry Ang, I'm here, everything will be okay, just keep breathing."
Molly stood up and observed the scene, she was about to get yet another grandchild, another name to add to the Weasley clan.
"Come on." She said to the other 4 women steering them towards the kitchen door. Hermione, Poppy, Penelope and Alicia cast Angelina one last cheerful glance and went through the kitchen door out of sight.
* 2 hours later.... *
"Awwwww isn't she adorable!" cooed Alicia, placing a delicate hand on Angelina's shoulder. Angelina smiled proudly at the brown haired woman until Alicia walked back to George. Angelina examined, for the 18th time, her daughter that lay asleep in her arms.
In Angelina's eyes, she was gorgeous. Chubby little cheeks that were rosy and fresh looking, a little black tuft of hair was poking out the top of the blanket. Her mother's silky dark skin and her fathers creamy pale colouring had combined, giving the baby girl a beautiful shade of saccharine, truly she was beautiful. Her eyes though, were a mystery, as they had not yet been seen.
Angelina looked up from her daughter and gazed at the couples sat around her. Hermione and Ron were sitting on one quarter of the now clean sofa across from Angelina's armchair. Hermione was leaning on Ron happily, gazing back at her through hooded eyes. Bill and Poppy were taking up the next quarter; Poppy too was leaning on Bill, a blissful look on her face.
Percy and Penelope were next; Penelope was sitting in Percy's lap, her head resting on his, pleased smiles on their faces. Molly was sitting in the armchair by the fire, giving a proud grandmotherly poise; Arthur was sitting on the chair arm, his arm around Molly rubbing her shoulder. Alicia and George were standing next to Molly and Arthur, Alicia had her eyes shut and she was leaning into George whilst the redhead held her in his arms. They all looked so peaceful. Charlie was sitting in the other armchair opposite her, a proud I-can't-believe-I'm-an-uncle-again look on his face.
Everybody was still and silent, this had been a very 'very' long day for everyone. She looked up to her right into the deep ocean blue eyes of her husband. They were bloodshot and swollen from all the crying he'd done, her eyes too were bloodshot from the tears of joy, shock and slight pain that had poured down her face from the last 2 hours.
"Well, I think we should go Navie, these people need to rest, they have been through a lot this afternoon." Freya said quietly, placing a gentle hand on her associates shoulder.
"Thank you, thank you for all your help." Croaked Fred quietly, getting up slowly so not to wake his daughter. He extended a wobbly hand and shook the hands of the midwives vigorously. Freya smiled kindly as she released his hand, 40 years of being a midwife meant that she was immuned to the emotional attachment felt with each couple, but glancing around the room again, she couldn't help but let out a small tear.
"You're Welcome Mr Weasley, you take care now, take care of your wife and child too." She said quietly watching Angelina take another proud look at her daughter.
"Have you thought of a name?" Navie enquired, also watching mother and child fondly.
Fred went back to his family and looked at his new daughter. God she was so beautiful. He glanced into Angelina's chocolaty brown eyes, those wonderful kind eyes.
"What do you think love? What shall we name her?" He asked gently, stroking the side of her face with his finger, tenderly.
Angelina gazed at her daughter for a moment, as if staring into some picturesque dream. She looked back to her husband, back into his devoted, compassionate blue eyes.
"Kaitlyn." The new mother whispered, smiling proudly and gazing back to her daughter through satisfied hooded eyes. She was so proud, so proud of what she and her husband had accomplished, what they'd made. All their love, character, obligation and dreams had gone into this child; they couldn't of asked for more.
"Kaitlyn, Poppy Hermione Penelope Alicia Molly Weasley, after all the remarkable mothers in the family, and all the illustrious mothers who helped me bring this little ray of light into my world."
Molly sniffed loudly as tears of elation rolled down her face. Arthur rubbed her shoulder soothingly and allowed her to weep joyfully into his arm. Hermione, Penelope, Alicia and Poppy too were crying with happiness, their spouses smiling knowingly, comforting them.
Freya and Navie smiled widely, and drew out their wands. Freya walked slowly up to Fred, Angelina and baby kaitlyn and looked down at the tiny newborn through pleased hooded eyes. "Goodbye, Kaitlyn Poppy Hermione Penelope Alicia Molly Weasley. May god shine down his love upon you. Take care Fred. Take care Angelina, I hope to see you again soon."
The proud parents nodded their heads in gratitude at the midwife. Freya smiled humanely, and went back over to Navie.
"Goodbye." She said merrily, before waving her wand and disapparating.
"Goodbye, Good luck." Navie said casting another happy glance at Kaitlyn before disapparating into thin air.
After the midwives departed, all the Weasley's sat in stillness appreciating and welcoming their latest member of their vast kin into the Weasley family tree. Beyond doubt today had been eventful for them, 2 lives were taken today, but another one was received, welcomed into the world.
The family bond created here today would be strong, and many more would be created for many generations, as the saying goes: Blood is thicker then water.
*
The sun was just setting over the Mediterranean Sea, the big bright hot ball sinking slowly into the cool refreshing marine. There were countless couples on the beach, sitting on rocks or big beach towels watching another day dissolve from their lives.
Further along the shore, and 20 metres up the jagged cliff face, a blonde and a redhead were sitting at a table made for 2. A candle in a glass holder was flickering slightly in the playful soft breeze, a bottle of vintage wine was open and 2 glasses were half empty, or were they half full?
Draco sighed agitatedly as he watched the sun set. He'd only ever seen the sun set like this once before, when he was 17. It was his last day at Hogwarts; he'd snuck upstairs to the astronomy tower to watch the sun sink into the mountains. Never before had he taken the time from his hectic, messed up life to appreciate how the world works, how each day ends and another begins.
As he sat there, watching the light and the troubles of his life vanish before him, a great deal of peace washed over him, clearing his mind of thoughts and questions. As the tip of the scorching sun disappeared from view, his memories, life and tribulations at Hogwarts and before that disappeared too, for now it was the darkness, always the darkness and forever more would it be so. His future, hopes and dreams, everything he wanted, were shrouded in darkness.
Nevermore would he be a bully of the weak, now he would be a killer of the innocent. Nevermore would he have independence of psyche, now he would be a servant, a mindless goldfish. Nevermore would he experience superiority as he walked the stone halls, now he would feel remorse and sorrow as he walked the dark alleys.
And nevermore, would he feel the love, the empathy, the passion and lust of a special moment with a special someone. For now the only passion he would get, would be from cheap whores and prostitutes.
He hated it; he hated the fact that - that moment - that special, life- changing moment belonged to the darkness, the darkness that had surrounded them, the darkness of his future, and soul closing in all around them. The happier he'd got with each passing second, the more the profound hunger of the darkness took him.
But, alas there was one savoir, the moon - the moon had been watching, the suns sister was haunting her forbidden realm, watching over those of the light. That sweet moment, when 2 became 1, belonged to the light, the light that he needed, wanted and yearned for everyday since that sunset on the astronomy tower. When everything he was and wanted to be became dark.
That moment, that carefree, ecstasy filled moment in the darkness belonging to the light, that he could never have again.
Across from him the redhead sighed longingly, her features content and at peace.
"Its beautiful isn't it?" she said in almost a whisper.
Draco turned to face her, appreciating her, his light that he would never have.
"Yes, Yes it is." He whispered slowly, causing her to glance across at him. Ginny stared into his eyes, they were different somehow, brighter - more kinder, loving. Draco noted straight away that she was scrutinising him. She knew that something was different, she had seen 'him' the inner him, the carefree boy that died long ago deep down inside.
"Draco, are you okay?" she asked placing a gentle had on his.
'So innocent, so protected. She never saw it, the darkness, the misery.'
"Yes, I'm fine." He replied looking into her deep eyes before turning away to stare at the tip of the warm sun - the light sink into the darkness.
Ginny frowned at him curiously; something was going on inside that mysterious mind of his. How she wished she could explore it, see inside him, into his soul.
"Well, well, Draco Malfoy. I've been looking for you all day, you left this." A silky feminine voice from above them drawled slowly.
Draco widened his eyes at the voice and turned around to look at those dark hazel eyes. Ginny looked from him to the woman and gasped at what she had held in her hand.
But then again, sometimes you have to brave the darkness to see the light.
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A/N: Dun Dun Dun! Hmmmm, what did the woman have in her hand? Yo! Thank goodness I finished that chapter, it's taken me ages! And that's just the first part. I know that chapter sorta sucked a bit, but I have some big plans for chapter 9 part B. I'm going to have something that Nobody has had so far. REVIEW ME about how the story is progressing so far, I need your reviews, otherwise I don't know if I'm writing a load of shit. Reviews are needed with me - I need your reassurance. R & R. Ill be back soon with the second part.
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