Author's Note: I'm so sorry that it has taken me this long to post chp.3. My computer broke down twice and I had not had the time to post this so it deleted it both times and this is the third time I've had to rewrite it. I hope everyone enjoys it and I promise to have chp.4 up by next Wednesday. I still have the email list if anyone wants to have their name put on it. I have seven people already on it and I am willing to take whoever wants to be put on it. The way it works is that I will email you the day I post another chapter so all you have to do is get on the site.

A Mothers Vengeance Chp.3 A Single Girl or Two

Ginny sat at her desk waiting for all the first years to arrive. Once everyone but one student was seated Ginny started class, she figured the other student had just gotten lost and decide that she would catch them up once the girl got in the class.

"Hello everyone!" Ginny said smiling at the class that sat before her.

"Hi!" one student sitting in the very front of the class said. The girl had long brown hair with dark brown eyes and didn't look old enough to be eleven.

"And what would your name be?"

"Elizabeth."

"I assume you mean Elizabeth Michaels?"

"Yes."

"Well I'm happy to meet you Elizabeth." At this the girl gave a wide smile and looked up at Ginny. "To the rest of the class my name is Mrs. Malfoy and just to clear this up now I am Mr. Malfoy, your potions teachers, wife. I hope you guy's are-" she was cut off by the door slamming shut and a girl walking into her class.

Ginny looked up and almost fainted where she stood once she say the child. The young girl standing in front of her had bleached blond hair and crystal blue eyes. Ginny knew the hair and recognized the eyes, as her own. Ginny's mouth was hanging open staring at the girl who looked just like a vela.

"Sorry I'm late Professor."

"Umm, what is your name?"

"Abby."

"Abby what?"

"Abby...can I talk to you outside for a second Professor?" The girl asked almost pleading.

"Sure; class please sit here, you may talk but try not to be too loud."

They walked outside of the classroom and Ginny turned to the little girl who had caught her attention the minute she had stepped into the room.

"Why'd you need to speak to me out here Abby?"

"Because I don't want anyone knowing my last name."

"What is it? Because it was not listed on my teachers' sheet."

"It's...Riddle."

"Did you say Riddle?"

"Yes Professor."

"Well that's quite alright, I won't tell anyone but I would like you to talk to someone, so give me one moment."

"Yes Professor."

Ginny walked down the hall with Abby walking silently behind her. She stopped at the potions door and walked inside the room. Draco looked up and smiled at her when he saw who it was.

"What's the matter love?"

"I need to speak with you really quick; I promise it won't take to long."

"Sure; class finish reading this and I suggest you not talk because I have cameras in here and if anyone talks I'll know and that person will have detention after school." He walked with her until they came to door between the hall and the potions room.

"Draco, I know this is going to sound weird but I think I found our daughter."

"WHAT! I mean what." He said in a quieter voice then he started with.

"Well she looks just like what our child would look like except she is a first year and our child can't be a first year. Draco she had your hair my eyes, my build, and she has your height. Not all of your height but she's tall for an eleven year old."

'Ginny I know that you want to think that she's our daughter but she isn't love and you know it."

"Will you just look at her? I'm telling you you'll think the same thing."

'Alright, where is she?"

"Right outside." Draco looked at Ginny and then opened the door. When he saw the young girl standing there he turned completely white and he turned his head back to look at Ginny.

"I told you, Draco she has got to be either our little girl or someone's weird type of joke."

"But Ginny she isn't our child, she can't be. What's her last name?"

"That's what scares me Draco; she could be if only she was younger."

"What's her last name?"

"Riddle."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"We could have Madam Pomferey check and see if she is our daughter, you know that right?"

"I know but Draco I don't know if I can put her through that until I know for a fact that she might be because I don't want a child walking around Hogwarts knowing about how we lost our daughter."

"Ginny look, she isn't our daughter and you know it. We'll leave it be for now and if something comes up that makes us feel otherwise then we'll talk more about it then. You have a class to get back to and so do I. I'll see you after these double periods alright?"

"Okay Dragon, I'll see you then." Ginny said in a depressed voice but stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Draco's cheek.

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Ginny sat watching over her 6th year students. They were all sitting under a tree outside working on their assignments. By the end of next week they would all have picked out the animal they would change into.

"Okay class, that's enough for today." Ginny said snapping out of her day dream. All day the little girl from her first year class had been on her mind. Ginny wondered who the girl was, she knew she had a Riddle's last name but something made Ginny suspect otherwise. As the last students walked into the tower Ginny looked up at the sky, at her thought the sky went dark and looked as though it could let loose at any moment. She grabbed hold of a branch and pulled herself into the tree. She thought and thought about her life and what it had turned into as the rain poured down around her and the thunder blared.

[Flashback Begins]

"You will NOT marry him Virginia!"

"YES, I will. You don't have a say in my marrying him or not. Either you like it or you don't. I personally don't care! I love him and he loves me, we're getting married and that's final."

"I can do whatever I like with you young lady. You're my daughter, I helped bring you into this world and I worked to put you through Hogwarts. So what do you do? You go and marry some man because of his money? I thought I had taught you better than that."

"I...am marrying him because we are in love. I...am going to have his children. I...am going to grow old by his side...I am going to marry him...and you...can not say anything about it."

"You want to be like that Ginny? Do you want me in your life?"

"Yes I am going to be like that, I love him and you can't stop that. It's your choice whether you're in my life or not...Father!" with that she turned around and walked out the door into the pouring rain, thunder, and fierce lightning bolts raining down upon everyone.

[End Flashback]

Now the lightning struck down around her and all she did was sit there. Positioned on a tree branch as though she was a panther waiting to strike. She watched every rain drop touch the ground and listened to every sound that echoed through the air. The air surrounding her was dripping with power and anyone who came close to her would be sent flying. Her concentration was sharp and nothing could break it and if anything tried to it wouldn't be along much after that.

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Draco sat in Ginny's and his bedroom looking out the window at his wife crouched in a tree as though waiting for prey to walk by so she could go for the kill. He knew not to go after her when she was like this, she had done this once before and he remembered it all to well.

[Flashback Begins]

"Ginny! Ginny, where are you?" Draco asked. He listened intently and when he got no respond he traveled farther into the field. Sure enough there, standing in the middle of the field, was Ginny. Draco could see the blackness surrounding her as she stood there. He had thought she was in trouble, so he ran to her. He ran up to her and grabbed her shoulders. Three weeks later he had woken up in Saint Mungos Hospital.

[Flashback End]

He sighed, stood up and walked out of his bedroom. As he wondered the corridors he could here distant sniffles. He followed them until he came to a huddled little girl with bleach blond hair. She looked up at him; Draco's stomach did a flip. Those eyes were the brightest he had ever seen, even through tears, however he knew those eyes and sadly enough, they were his wife's. Could this child truly mine? He wondered to himself. He almost hoped it wasn't his child because if her last name was Riddle that meant she had been with Tom all this time. If that was the case Draco knew that she had not been treated the way she should've been. Then there was the age fact, how could she be their daughter if she was a first year; their daughter wouldn't be that old.

Draco sat down on the floor next to her and crossed his legs. He looked sideways at her and put his arm around her shoulder instinctively.

"What's the matter Abby?"

"Nnnothing." She sniffled out.

"Come on Abby, I may be a professor but believe it or not, we aren't stupid." He said slightly chuckling. She looked at him and wiped away the tears around her eyes. He smiled at her and asked again slightly nudging her side with his elbow in a playfully manner he asked her what was wrong again.

"I don't fit in with everyone else and I don't like being a slytherin."

"Now why don't you like being a slytherin? You know I was a slytherin; I was the king of slytherin when I went to school here."

"Really? Are you the king who used to fight with Harry Potter?"

"Yes, that was me. How'd you find out about that?"

"All the older Slytherin boys were talking about how their brothers went here with you and how you had the best pick of girls any guy could ask for and that you wasted it on a Weasley. What do they mean you wasted it on a Weasley?"

"Well Harry and me never got along in school and Harry's best friend was Ron, Ron Weasley. He had a sister named Virginia but everyone called her Ginny. Now, Ron and Harry hated me and I hated both of them. Can you guess who I started dating in my seventh year?"

"Ron's sister?"

"Yeah and do you know who Ron's sister is?" she sat and thought but came up with a blank look on her face.

"She is your transfiguration teacher. Mrs. Malfoy is actually Mrs. Weasley, well she was before we got married and now she's is Ginny Malfoy not Ginny Weasley."

"Do you and Ron get along now?"

"Yeah and believe it or not so do Harry and me."

"But, I thought Professor Malfoy said she was a Gryffindor and if you were a Slytherin then how did you get accepted as a couple?"

"We didn't, we worked through it and now people don't judge us like that although it does go into more difficulties but the fact that we were in love kept us together."

"That's sooo sweet. I wish that could happen for me, but I'll never see Nathan again." She said that name and a single tear ran down her face. Draco looked up as he heard the thunder outside boom and the lights inside flickered. Draco draped his arm over Abby's shoulder and let her cry into his shoulder. As she cried Draco knew Ginny must be getting angrier because the thunder boomed and he could hear the wind whistling in the air. Draco thought she must be thinking about their daughter because the wind only whistled like it was now when Ginny was sad enough for the wind to sense it. Draco felt bad for his wife, she was mad, he could tell because of the thunder lightning and rain and then she was sad because of their daughter and the wind picked up on that right away.

"Thank you Professor Malfoy. I'm sorry about your shirt."

"Don't worry about it Abby; do you feel better?"

"Yeah, here let me fix that for you."

"No don't wo-"

"Removere"

"Thanks Abby." He stood up, brushed his pants off and reached his hand down, offering it to Abby. She grabbed onto his hand and he pulled her up off the floor. As they were walking back towards Slytherin tower Draco heard the wind finally cease, the lightning was gone, the thunder had died down and the rain was still pouring. Draco knew that Ginny was on her way back in and he also knew that the little girl next to him was not a Riddle. She had been missing the one thing that every Riddle had; the ability to cry.