A/N Sorry for the delay, as the wedding draws closer I find myself distracted. Though it seems to have all worked itself out for the most part. I assure good reading ahead. Only two maybe three more chapters go and they hopefully won't be nearly as difficult as this one.
Lolua- Thanks so much for all the support. You have improved the clarity of my writing. There was going to be a joke there but I couldn't bring myself to do it. snort Anyway, you've been a big help.
Stoppy-Teenager- Thanks for the reviews. Neville will return in the next chapter. There are a few issues he has to work out. And remember Ron is, well, Ron. He'll come around I'm sure.
Dementorchic- Thanks for sticking with it. Sorry for the long wait. There is a bit of Harry/Ginny for you, but most of that is in the next chapter.
Cell1094- The next chapter is full of loose ends being tied. Though I don't think we will hear much of Bane being a vessel… at least not yet. Thanks so much for the review.
Spatula-Chick- Here are my responses to the reviews and suggestions.
If I held one person's point of view it would make very little sense. My thoughts are quite organized. Everything is placed where it is for a reason. The parts happen in a certain order for either dramatic effect or because the plot is moving that way. I don't explain why Angelina knows what she does, because it is explained as the story goes on. I don't tell how she and Fred got together because it is not really important to the plot. She lives there, she takes care of the children and Arthur, that's all there is to know about her.
There is a timeline available. If you would like a copy, inquire with Dragonsbane1611. That might explain a bit more as to what Hermione was doing. And I don't think Draco would be resentful towards Ron. Pansy was just killed, his child was threatened, Draco's really not in a mood to be resentful towards someone who means very little to him. He's busy dealing with personal issues.
As for Ron and Hermione fighting more, their son was just injured. He's in the hospital. I doubt they would bicker over something during an emergency. That is founded in canon, they don't fight as much when they are in deadly peril or when something horrible has happened. And besides that, they have grown up.
I do not feel that they are out of character at all. The entire story is about how people can change. If characters are not allowed to develop into themselves, fan fiction would be very dull.
I'm not meaning to sound rude, but I take a bit of pride in this story. I do thank you for the reviews and for reading. I hope you continue to read the story. Thank you.
And now onto the rest of the story.
(P.S. there is a vague reference to Die Hard in this chapter. See if you can spot it. Might be difficult if you haven't seen the movie as many times as I have. Clue: it's in a line Draco says.)
(Hermione)
I stood for a moment, considering whether I should run after my husband or remain in the meeting. Ron's anger was powerful and from past experience I knew he was best left alone. Slowly everyone began to take their seats again and I joined them, glancing nervously at the door one last time. At the end of the table Draco was straightening his clothing with trembling hands. His expression had remained passive, but it was obvious that the last few minutes had frightened him.
At first no one spoke. We all seemed to be waiting for something.
"That was quite a tale you told." Dumbledore said at last.
"Makes a bit of sense though." Moody followed.
"What did you mean when you said Lily … fixed you?" Snape asked, ignoring the other two men.
"She… she filled the void." Draco answered somewhat timidly.
"Void?"
"There was a place, an emptiness, that was specifically for Voldemort. When he was removed there was damage done, my mind was … injured." He explained slowly.
"And she healed these injuries? How?" Remus asked curiously.
"I don't know. During the struggle for … dominance I was buried deep in memory. She called for me. Brought me out and filled the void."
"Has she always been capable of this kind of healing or was this a recent development? Could she do it again? Perhaps the child should be questioned." Snape said with a frown.
"No." Ginny said emphatically.
"Mrs. Potter, this is important. There is no record of powers such as these. If it is true, she is unique."
"I would be more apt to believe Draco than to let you interrogate my daughter."
"There isn't any need." Harry interrupted , raising his voice a little.
"Why is that?" Snape asked with a glare.
"I spoke with her this morning. The story she told me agrees with what he just told us," Harry replied glancing at Draco, "As for her healing abilities, I think we will wait until she is a bit older before any kind of test is done."
"What do we do with him then?" Fred asked motioning to Draco.
Harry sighed and glanced at the doorway, I knew he was looking for Ron.
"Put him under observation for a while, if all goes well I'd like to forget this ever happened."
After a few more minutes of discussion it was agreed that Snape would watch Draco very closely for an indefinite amount of time. If all went well further action would be discussed at a later date. While the others argued over the details I slipped off to find my husband.
He sat in the hall outside the room where our children were sleeping, head tilted back against the wall, eyes closed.
"Ron?" I whispered softly.
"They're sleeping." He answered without looking at me.
I said nothing, but sat next to him on the floor and waited. With a loud sigh he opened his eyes and looked at me. There was something indefinable lurking in those blue eyes, something painful.
"I wanted to kill him, Hermione."
"I know."
"I wanted to watch the life leak out of him, the light fade in his eyes and know that I had caused it."
"Ron…"
"But I couldn't do it. In the end, I couldn't take his life."
"You aren't a killer."
He turned away and stared at the wall opposite us, eyes seeing beyond the dusty wood paneling. I felt his muscles tense a little as he absently opened and closed his fists.
"The night my mother died…" He started and shook his head.
"What?"
"That night at the hospital… after I found my mum… I thought you were dead too."
"I don't understand." I said, straining to hear his hushed voice.
"I thought they'd killed you too, and Mab. It's all a little hazy, but I went searching."
"For what? Ron, what are you talking about?"
"He was injured pretty bad, couldn't even reach for his wand. Somehow I knew he had killed my mother, that he killed Luna and … he killed you. I hated him."
"Who?"
"Death Eater. I forget his name. They told me later and I can't remember." He shifted his gaze to the ceiling.
I remained silent and waited for him to continue.
"He was bleeding. Just laid there. Then I raised my wand… and I… I killed him. Just like that. Never gave it much thought until now. Didn't have a reason to."
My mind raced as I tried to think of comforting words.
"You are an Auror, Ron. It's your job to keep people safe."
"This had nothing to do with safety, or keeping the peace, it was revenge." He answered, looking at his hands.
It was frustrating to see him this way. With one hand I turned his face to me and kissed his lips softly.
"You did what you had to do."
"This morning…" He began, but I cut him off.
"This morning you were angry and no one can blame you for that."
"I was going to kill him."
"Why didn't you?"
"I looked at him and…I don't know."
Minutes passed and we sat in silence, his hands clasped tightly in mine.
"I want to go home." I whispered.
"Me too."
We rose and he went to wake the children while I made my way back to the meeting room. When I arrived people were beginning to leave, Moody and Dumbledore had already gone. Snape stood near Draco talking quietly, I assumed they were discussing the finer points of the period of observation. Harry sat a little way off, his head in his hands.
"Hey." I said and touched his shoulder.
He jerked a little and looked up at me, "Oh. Hey."
"Ron and I are going home. If you need anything…"
"I'll be fine. Just need to lay down for a while."
"We're just an owl away."
"Tell Ron I said goodbye." His voice was sad as he spoke my husband's name, something was wrong.
"Harry…"
"Leave it."
I nodded and squeezed his arm affectionately before going in search of Remus. He and Fred were standing near the back of the room talking in hushed voices, they stopped when I approached.
"We're going home." I said trying to smile.
Fred nodded and hugged me with his good arm, the other was tied in a sling tight against his body.
"Take care. We'll see you soon, I hope." Remus said, also reaching to hug me.
"I'll be over again soon. Though, let's pray for better circumstances."
They both smiled half-heartedly as I turned to leave. Ron was waiting for me in the hall, Floo powder in hand. The girls were yawning and Meshach took hold of my leg as soon as he saw me. A little battered, a little bruised, but still a family, we went home.
(Ginny)
After the meeting had ended I offered to take Harry back to bed. His face was pallid and he shook a little, there was a chance of collapse if he didn't lie down soon. The tension between us was palpable when I approached, his jaw tightened and his hands balled into fists.
"I think you should lie down now." I whispered.
"I'm fine." He answered evenly.
"You've overexerted yourself, if you don't lay down you could pass out."
His green eyes turned to me, pain-filled and stubborn. By refusing my help he was only prolonging recovery, which was ridiculous. I did not expect him to be happy under my care, but none of the others were qualified or experienced enough to handle wounds of that magnitude. If he wanted to heal, he needed me.
"We don't have time for this." I persisted.
"I said I was fine."
"You're pale and shaking, you need to rest."
"I'll go upstairs when I'm ready. Until then, let me alone." He replied sternly.
"Fine." I turned on my heel and walked away.
Speaking to no one, I exited the room and went to find my daughter. When I left for the meeting that morning, she was sleeping soundly for the first time since we had returned. Most of her time had been spent sitting against the door of Draco's room, threatening all who approached with a full body bind. Only Ron had pushed her, and by the time one of us reached him he was laying motionless on the ground, the recipient of a very exceptional defense spell. By the time morning came, she was more than ready to crawl under the covers and sleep.
As I drew closer to the room I saw a figure sitting very still against the door.
"Bane?" I queried.
He looked up at me with his grey, Malfoy gaze and I shivered a little.
"Lily is sleeping." He said and stood up to let me by.
"What are you doing here? You could have gone inside."
"I thought… I thought they might come for her. She helped my father."
"No one would hurt her." I assured him, a little impressed with his boldness.
"Not while I was here." He agreed and straightened his clothing nervously.
"Well, I'm here now, I promise I won't let anyone hurt her."
He nodded, eyes flickering from the door of the bedroom to a point beyond me.
"Your father should be coming for you soon, you might go back to the room and wait for him." I suggested, sensing he wanted to leave.
"So they didn't kill him?" The passivity of his features was startling.
"No."
I got the distinct impression that he would have done something horrible to anyone who had hurt his father. Though only six years old, he was still a Malfoy.
"Say bye to Lily for me." He said and slipped by me down the hall.
Shaking my head a little, I opened the door. Lily was sleeping as he had said. Her dark hair tangled around her face, small fingers twisting a lock of it while she dreamed. My reluctance to wake her grew as she murmured a little, so I began packing our things instead. It was strange to pack by hand, but I didn't want to risk waking her by casting a spell.
There wasn't much left of some of her clothing. The tunic she wore in the forest was completely ruined with mud and grass and blood. I stared at the stains and then at my daughter. She was so young to have seen so much. Shivering I folded the dirty clothing and placed it in her bag anyway.
"Mummy?" She asked quietly from behind me.
"Yes?"
"Are we going home?"
"Very soon." I answered, turning to her with a smile.
"Where did Bane go?"
"Back to his room, he and his father will be leaving soon."
"Bane thought they would come for me."
"You know I'd never let that happen."
"I know, but Bane was worried. So he stayed out in the hall." She yawned a bit.
"You can sleep a little longer, we won't be leaving for a while."
She shook her head, but laid back down.
"Is Daddy coming too?"
"I don't know." My throat constricted and I could barely get the words out.
She mumbled something else before her eyes closed again. Mechanically I folded the rest of the clothing and placed it in the bag, my mind invariably coming back to my husband and the events of the past few days. Life at home would be very different without him there.
Despite the fact that, for the last few years he had been little more than a presence in the house it would seem empty without him. I had grown used to his warmth beside me in bed and his silent company in the evenings. There would be no more waking to the sound of the shower in the morning or finding tea already made when I came downstairs. Looking back I could see all the little things that should have indicated how much he still loved me.
In the end, we both were at fault. I for pushing him away and he for letting me, though my sins far exceeded his. Harry had many faults, but unfaithfulness was not one of them.
With one last glance at my child I quietly slipped out of the room and hurried back to the meeting area. The crowd had thinned somewhat, Ron and Hermione were gone as well as most of the older attendees. My husband sat in the same chair with his head on his hands, visibly shaking.
"Come on." I whispered in his ear, gently touching his shoulder.
He did not argue, merely nodded and allowed me to help him up. Remus took a step closer and made a gesture as though he wanted to help, but I shook my head. This was something I had to do on my own.
"You've overworked yourself. A few hours rest and you should start to feel better again." I said.
The only response was a heavy sigh and another small nod.
"It'll be months before you recover completely. Until then you have to be careful. No more pushing the limits."
We had reached his room by then, very slowly he lowered himself onto the bed. I helped him remove most of his clothing, cringing a little at the deep purple bruises surrounding the bandage on his abdomen.
"It's not so bad now." He mumbled.
"What?"
"The pain."
"Good." I whispered and brushed my fingers over the bandage checking to be sure everything was still secure.
"Not that. The other."
I swallowed hard, but helped him get settled beneath the covers.
"I'm taking Lily home."
"Now?"
"Yes."
"Is she okay?"
"She's sleeping."
"I mean, with everything."
"She misses you. Doesn't say much, but she does."
He looked at his hands, as though they might hold the answer to everything.
"I wouldn't have let them."
"What?"
"Interrogate her."
"I know."
"Take her home." He said, finally looking up at me.
I reached for his hands with my own, but pulled back before we touched.
"When you're ready… if you want… you can come too."
"Ginny." His voice was soft but held a warning.
Shivering a little I stood and went to the door. His eyes followed me, but neither of us said anything. The pain in his gaze haunted me as I walked down the hall.
Lily was waiting for me when I returned, fully dressed and smiling expectantly. It hurt my heart when she saw I was alone and her smile fell a little. For her sake I hoped one day things would be like they were.
"Let's go home." I said, grabbing both bags.
"Is Daddy coming?" She questioned.
"Not right now. You know he's been hurt badly. He has to heal." It was the truth, but not what she was asking.
"Okay." She answered and let me follow her to the main room.
When she had her floo powder in hand I asked if she wanted me to go first. With a shadow of her father's defiance she said she would be fine on her own. Minutes later I was watching the grey walls of Grimmauld Place disappear in the flames.
(Draco)
There is a strange brand of stillness that comes over a body when it is threatened with a well-deserved death. Almost as though it has given up, accepted its fate and is simply waiting for the killing blow. Part of me consented to this feeling, boldly sitting up straight and facing my enemy with a look of calm. I would not fight him, the acts I had committed in the last week gave him every right to end my life. The other part of me was frightened. Every drop of sweat on my forehead was a reminder that I did not want to die.
The battle of wills continued, tension coming to life in the tremble of his hands and the clenching of my jaw. He did not see me as his adversary, or even his prey. I was the creature who had threatened his family and tortured his child. He had to kill me, if only to set the world right again.
"I won't beg." I whispered.
Silence followed. Every muscle in my body tensed, preparing for the final strike. There was no doubt that the culmination of his anger would lead to my death, but I would not ask him to spare me.
"I don't want to die, but I won't beg." I repeated.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize what he was doing. All eyes were focused on us, no one moved or even breathed as he lowered his wand a little.
"Ron?" His wife asked quietly, her voice quavering a little.
"Fuck all of this." He growled.
"Ron." She tried again.
He did not answer but turned and walked quickly from the room. Relief washed over me, numbing my mind. Absently I straightened my clothing and wiped sweat from my eyes.
The rest of the meeting passed quickly, with no further attempts on my life. I answered their questions as best I could. It was difficult because I was still unsure of what had transpired. The emptiness was filled and Lily Potter was responsible, little else seemed to matter.
Dumbledore suggested that I be observed by a member of the Order for a period of time. If my actions suggested that Voldemort was still residing within me different course would be taken. Everyone seemed to think this was an acceptable arrangement. A vote was taken and Snape was appointed to the task.
As soon as the meeting adjourned I started for the door.
"Mr. Malfoy." Snape called after me.
"Professor?" I questioned, turning to face him.
"I believe we have something to discuss."
"Yes."
He gave me an appraising look, "You seem quite calm considering your current state of affairs."
"I've been under observation most of my life," I sighed, "Your brief venture in voyeurism will be nothing I've not dealt with before."
"Do not take this so lightly, I believe the Malfoys already have a cell reserved in Azkaban, would be a shame to end a family tradition." He sneered.
"I would love to spend the day exchanging witty insults about my heritage, but I really don't have time."
He stood very still for a moment, scrutinizing every inch of me with his eyes. In the past, those who took the time to analyze me had been looking for weakness or a way to control me; Snape searched for familiarity. There was little left of the spoiled child he had taught for seven years and even less of the man I should have grown into.
"You know," He began quietly, "All this time, I thought you were made in the likeness of your father."
"You misjudged." I stated shortly.
"Perhaps."
"What did you want to discuss with me?" I said changing the subject.
"The details of your probationary period."
"Which are?"
"I believe the first step will be a thorough search of your home."
A slight panic rose in my chest. He would have to inspect every room, including the my office. I knew he would see the other door and then find all the evidence he needed to have me thrown into Azkaban.
"Very well. How many people should I expect to be digging amongst my belongings?"
He frowned, "I believe I will need no assistance."
"I've had my house searched before," My voice wavered for a moment, "The results were… inexcusable."
"I remember."
"Then I trust you will do your utmost to keep from harming anything that is mine."
"I will try to restrain myself." The edge had returned to his tone.
"Very well then…" I began, but was cut off by a cry from behind me.
"Father."
Turning I found Bane defiantly staring up at Remus Lupin, who had blocked his entrance.
"Bane." I answered.
My son side-stepped the older man and slipped into the room.
"I told you to wait for me." I admonished quietly.
"Did they hurt you?" He asked, giving Snape an uncertain glance.
"No."
"Are they going to?"
"No. Why don't you go back upstairs?"
I felt his small hand slip into mine.
"Who are you?" He questioned Snape.
The older man raised an eyebrow at him, "I am Professor Snape."
Bane blinked at him and turned back to me, "Lily's mother is taking her home. Can't we go home?"
"In a minute. I've got to finish a few things."
"I think we are done here." Snape said suddenly.
"I suppose I'll see you when we arrive at the house, then?" I asked squeezing my son's fingers gently.
"Yes." He answered.
"In that case, my son and I are going to pack."
I allowed Bane to pull me to the door, but stopped him at the stairs.
"I need to do something, you go on up." I explained.
"Father…" He protested but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.
Reluctantly he obeyed, trudging up the stairs. I watched to be sure he kept going and went back into the room. Remus was still talking to Fred in hushed tones that ceased as I approached.
"Remus." I said.
Fred stepped back, one hand inching towards his wand. There was no fear in his eyes, not that I expected any, he was simply being cautious. A wave of guilt passed over me as my eyes rested on the sling holding his other arm. That was my fault. I did that.
"Draco." Remus answered, regaining my attention.
The words I wanted to say caught in my throat. I had not said them in so long, my mouth had forgotten how to form them properly.
"I wanted… I wanted to thank you." I finally managed.
"For what?"
A prickle began on the back of my neck, the Weasley was watching me, weighing every word.
"For allowing Bane and I to stay here, for helping me through the forest…"
"You're welcome." He replied, expression giving nothing away.
"My son is waiting…"
He nodded and I hurried back to the stairs. There were so many things to do yet, including some unfinished business with my mother. That thought brought a smile to my lips.
(Remus)
"There hasn't been an owl yet." Fred whispered to me as the meeting ended.
"I'm sure he'll send word soon." I assured him.
He sat for another moment, staring at the table, tracing patterns in the wood grain. His worry was contagious and I too found myself fidgeting.
"He wouldn't come and tell me himself, he'd have to send an owl. She'd be scared and he wouldn't want to leave her there alone."
"She's a tough girl. Whatever happened, she'll be alright." My words sounded hollow even to me.
"You know…" He began, looking at me, "she was scared I wouldn't want the baby."
A chuckle rose in my throat but I waited for him to continue.
"That I'd think it was too soon for a baby. We aren't married yet. I think I planned on marrying her, just never got around to asking."
"When she gets back, you should tell her that."
"It'll kill her if anything has happened to the baby."
A few more minutes passed in uncomfortable silence. From the corner of my eye I saw Tonks leave the room. I hoped she was going to rest, all the excitement was sure to take a toll on her. Perhaps when the others were gone I would finally have a chance to speak with her, there was much to talk about.
"I can't stand this!" Fred exclaimed suddenly pounding his hand on the table.
He stood and began to pace, teeth chewing nervously on his lower lip.
"Come on." I said and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
I led him to the back of the room where there was a little more room to move.
"There, plenty of room to pace."
"I'm so close to having a family." He muttered, and seemed to collapse in on himself.
"You have a family."
"Of course. I'm a Weasley, we never lack relatives, but that's not what I meant. I just never thought I would be jealous of my little brother." He laughed half heartedly, "But he's got everything. A beautiful wife, three kids, a house of his own… Ron has everything."
"You've got just as much as he has."
With a heavy sigh, he nodded and leaned against the wall.
"I never noticed it before." He mumbled.
I opened my mouth to reply, but stopped when Hermione approached. She seemed so worn. In my mind I could still see her carrying Meshach through the forest. Only once had her feet stumbled, the boy in her arms cried out, but she caught her balance again. The soft words she used to soothe him drifted back and calmed my own frantic mind.
"We're going home." She announced.
Fred nodded and reached out to hug her with his good arm.
"Take care. We'll see you soon, I hope." I replied opening my arms to hug her as well.
"I'll be over again soon. Though, let's pray for better circumstances."
We watched her retreat, Ron and the children waiting for her in the hall. He touched her arm lightly and almost smiled, ushering the children on.
"Everything." Fred whispered leaning closer to me.
We stood in silence for a moment, he disquieted by worry and I wishing I could help. Over his shoulder I saw a child walk through the doorway, Bane. Glacing at Draco, who was still in deep conversation with Snape, I hurried to stop him before he heard something upsetting.
"Hold on there." I said and stepped in front of him.
"Where is my father?" He asked calmly.
"He's talking, why don't you wait with me until he finishes?"
"No." He replied simply.
"It shouldn't be long…" I began.
"Father!"
"Bane?" Came the answer.
Without a second glance he shoved past me and into the room.
"Like father, like son." Fred muttered over my shoulder.
"I refuse to make judgments about the child."
"He's Draco Malfoy's son, his grandfather was a Death Eater, his grandmother was willing to let Voldemort possess her only child, with a history like that what kid could come out normal?"
"He's only a child and he's very frightened. You saw him in the forest, he genuinely loves his father." I explained.
"I just…" He was cut off as Draco approached.
He seemed nervous and kept glancing at Fred.
"Remus."
I saw Fred reach for his wand, taking a step backwards. Draco's eyes seemed glued to the sling that held the other man's injured arm.
"Draco?" I asked.
He shifted his weight a little and finally met my gaze.
"I wanted… I wanted to thank you."
"For what?"
"For allowing Bane and I to stay here, for helping me through the forest…"
"You're welcome." I knew this had been difficult for him, a show of emotion would only complicate the situation.
"My son is waiting…"
I nodded and he strode off. With a smile I turned back to Fred and was again interrupted by a shout.
"Wotcher, Fred." Tonks said with a grin as she tapped his leg with her cane.
"Tonks." He replied in greeting.
"There's an owl waiting for you in the foyer."
He mumbled something in thanks and hurried from the room.
"How are you holding up?" She asked quietly.
"Well enough."
"Still feeling that curse?" Her voice was tentative, as were her fingers on my sleeve.
"A little."
"I suppose you'll be wanting to go to bed after everyone is gone."
She gave me a hesitant, almost playful smile, as her touch moved to the back of my hand.
"Yes, a good long rest does sound nice." I held back a smile of my own.
"You've earned it."
"George is taking her back to the Burrow." Fred shouted from the doorway.
"Is she alright?" I answered, somewhat startled by his entrance.
"The healer said she'd taken a bad hit and might be sore for a while, but the baby was fine." His elation was contagious and I clasped Tonks hand in my own.
"That's wonderful."
"I'm going to meet them there, thanks for everything." He was gone before we could reply, seconds later there was a roar from the fireplace.
Silence seemed to creep in from the corners, as though it had been waiting there all along. A part of me longed to chase after the others, beg them to come back, anything to keep the stillness at bay. Another part of me was very aware of the slender hand I was still holding.
"Is that all of them?" I asked glancing around the empty room.
"Harry is upstairs, but I think so."
She'd left her hair natural again, pale brown curls spilling into her eyes. The hint of mischief in her smile was not lost on me, it took great effort not to grin back.
"Then I think I shall rest."
"Sleepy?" She inquired, loosening her grip on my hand.
"Not in the least." I began to walk away.
"Remus?"
"I'm going to bed. Are you coming?" The grin I had held back for so long broke free.
Her eyes narrowed a little as she smiled up at me, "I can't think of anything I'd rather do."
Lolua- Thanks so much for all the support. You have improved the clarity of my writing. There was going to be a joke there but I couldn't bring myself to do it. snort Anyway, you've been a big help.
Stoppy-Teenager- Thanks for the reviews. Neville will return in the next chapter. There are a few issues he has to work out. And remember Ron is, well, Ron. He'll come around I'm sure.
Dementorchic- Thanks for sticking with it. Sorry for the long wait. There is a bit of Harry/Ginny for you, but most of that is in the next chapter.
Cell1094- The next chapter is full of loose ends being tied. Though I don't think we will hear much of Bane being a vessel… at least not yet. Thanks so much for the review.
Spatula-Chick- Here are my responses to the reviews and suggestions.
If I held one person's point of view it would make very little sense. My thoughts are quite organized. Everything is placed where it is for a reason. The parts happen in a certain order for either dramatic effect or because the plot is moving that way. I don't explain why Angelina knows what she does, because it is explained as the story goes on. I don't tell how she and Fred got together because it is not really important to the plot. She lives there, she takes care of the children and Arthur, that's all there is to know about her.
There is a timeline available. If you would like a copy, inquire with Dragonsbane1611. That might explain a bit more as to what Hermione was doing. And I don't think Draco would be resentful towards Ron. Pansy was just killed, his child was threatened, Draco's really not in a mood to be resentful towards someone who means very little to him. He's busy dealing with personal issues.
As for Ron and Hermione fighting more, their son was just injured. He's in the hospital. I doubt they would bicker over something during an emergency. That is founded in canon, they don't fight as much when they are in deadly peril or when something horrible has happened. And besides that, they have grown up.
I do not feel that they are out of character at all. The entire story is about how people can change. If characters are not allowed to develop into themselves, fan fiction would be very dull.
I'm not meaning to sound rude, but I take a bit of pride in this story. I do thank you for the reviews and for reading. I hope you continue to read the story. Thank you.
And now onto the rest of the story.
(P.S. there is a vague reference to Die Hard in this chapter. See if you can spot it. Might be difficult if you haven't seen the movie as many times as I have. Clue: it's in a line Draco says.)
(Hermione)
I stood for a moment, considering whether I should run after my husband or remain in the meeting. Ron's anger was powerful and from past experience I knew he was best left alone. Slowly everyone began to take their seats again and I joined them, glancing nervously at the door one last time. At the end of the table Draco was straightening his clothing with trembling hands. His expression had remained passive, but it was obvious that the last few minutes had frightened him.
At first no one spoke. We all seemed to be waiting for something.
"That was quite a tale you told." Dumbledore said at last.
"Makes a bit of sense though." Moody followed.
"What did you mean when you said Lily … fixed you?" Snape asked, ignoring the other two men.
"She… she filled the void." Draco answered somewhat timidly.
"Void?"
"There was a place, an emptiness, that was specifically for Voldemort. When he was removed there was damage done, my mind was … injured." He explained slowly.
"And she healed these injuries? How?" Remus asked curiously.
"I don't know. During the struggle for … dominance I was buried deep in memory. She called for me. Brought me out and filled the void."
"Has she always been capable of this kind of healing or was this a recent development? Could she do it again? Perhaps the child should be questioned." Snape said with a frown.
"No." Ginny said emphatically.
"Mrs. Potter, this is important. There is no record of powers such as these. If it is true, she is unique."
"I would be more apt to believe Draco than to let you interrogate my daughter."
"There isn't any need." Harry interrupted , raising his voice a little.
"Why is that?" Snape asked with a glare.
"I spoke with her this morning. The story she told me agrees with what he just told us," Harry replied glancing at Draco, "As for her healing abilities, I think we will wait until she is a bit older before any kind of test is done."
"What do we do with him then?" Fred asked motioning to Draco.
Harry sighed and glanced at the doorway, I knew he was looking for Ron.
"Put him under observation for a while, if all goes well I'd like to forget this ever happened."
After a few more minutes of discussion it was agreed that Snape would watch Draco very closely for an indefinite amount of time. If all went well further action would be discussed at a later date. While the others argued over the details I slipped off to find my husband.
He sat in the hall outside the room where our children were sleeping, head tilted back against the wall, eyes closed.
"Ron?" I whispered softly.
"They're sleeping." He answered without looking at me.
I said nothing, but sat next to him on the floor and waited. With a loud sigh he opened his eyes and looked at me. There was something indefinable lurking in those blue eyes, something painful.
"I wanted to kill him, Hermione."
"I know."
"I wanted to watch the life leak out of him, the light fade in his eyes and know that I had caused it."
"Ron…"
"But I couldn't do it. In the end, I couldn't take his life."
"You aren't a killer."
He turned away and stared at the wall opposite us, eyes seeing beyond the dusty wood paneling. I felt his muscles tense a little as he absently opened and closed his fists.
"The night my mother died…" He started and shook his head.
"What?"
"That night at the hospital… after I found my mum… I thought you were dead too."
"I don't understand." I said, straining to hear his hushed voice.
"I thought they'd killed you too, and Mab. It's all a little hazy, but I went searching."
"For what? Ron, what are you talking about?"
"He was injured pretty bad, couldn't even reach for his wand. Somehow I knew he had killed my mother, that he killed Luna and … he killed you. I hated him."
"Who?"
"Death Eater. I forget his name. They told me later and I can't remember." He shifted his gaze to the ceiling.
I remained silent and waited for him to continue.
"He was bleeding. Just laid there. Then I raised my wand… and I… I killed him. Just like that. Never gave it much thought until now. Didn't have a reason to."
My mind raced as I tried to think of comforting words.
"You are an Auror, Ron. It's your job to keep people safe."
"This had nothing to do with safety, or keeping the peace, it was revenge." He answered, looking at his hands.
It was frustrating to see him this way. With one hand I turned his face to me and kissed his lips softly.
"You did what you had to do."
"This morning…" He began, but I cut him off.
"This morning you were angry and no one can blame you for that."
"I was going to kill him."
"Why didn't you?"
"I looked at him and…I don't know."
Minutes passed and we sat in silence, his hands clasped tightly in mine.
"I want to go home." I whispered.
"Me too."
We rose and he went to wake the children while I made my way back to the meeting room. When I arrived people were beginning to leave, Moody and Dumbledore had already gone. Snape stood near Draco talking quietly, I assumed they were discussing the finer points of the period of observation. Harry sat a little way off, his head in his hands.
"Hey." I said and touched his shoulder.
He jerked a little and looked up at me, "Oh. Hey."
"Ron and I are going home. If you need anything…"
"I'll be fine. Just need to lay down for a while."
"We're just an owl away."
"Tell Ron I said goodbye." His voice was sad as he spoke my husband's name, something was wrong.
"Harry…"
"Leave it."
I nodded and squeezed his arm affectionately before going in search of Remus. He and Fred were standing near the back of the room talking in hushed voices, they stopped when I approached.
"We're going home." I said trying to smile.
Fred nodded and hugged me with his good arm, the other was tied in a sling tight against his body.
"Take care. We'll see you soon, I hope." Remus said, also reaching to hug me.
"I'll be over again soon. Though, let's pray for better circumstances."
They both smiled half-heartedly as I turned to leave. Ron was waiting for me in the hall, Floo powder in hand. The girls were yawning and Meshach took hold of my leg as soon as he saw me. A little battered, a little bruised, but still a family, we went home.
(Ginny)
After the meeting had ended I offered to take Harry back to bed. His face was pallid and he shook a little, there was a chance of collapse if he didn't lie down soon. The tension between us was palpable when I approached, his jaw tightened and his hands balled into fists.
"I think you should lie down now." I whispered.
"I'm fine." He answered evenly.
"You've overexerted yourself, if you don't lay down you could pass out."
His green eyes turned to me, pain-filled and stubborn. By refusing my help he was only prolonging recovery, which was ridiculous. I did not expect him to be happy under my care, but none of the others were qualified or experienced enough to handle wounds of that magnitude. If he wanted to heal, he needed me.
"We don't have time for this." I persisted.
"I said I was fine."
"You're pale and shaking, you need to rest."
"I'll go upstairs when I'm ready. Until then, let me alone." He replied sternly.
"Fine." I turned on my heel and walked away.
Speaking to no one, I exited the room and went to find my daughter. When I left for the meeting that morning, she was sleeping soundly for the first time since we had returned. Most of her time had been spent sitting against the door of Draco's room, threatening all who approached with a full body bind. Only Ron had pushed her, and by the time one of us reached him he was laying motionless on the ground, the recipient of a very exceptional defense spell. By the time morning came, she was more than ready to crawl under the covers and sleep.
As I drew closer to the room I saw a figure sitting very still against the door.
"Bane?" I queried.
He looked up at me with his grey, Malfoy gaze and I shivered a little.
"Lily is sleeping." He said and stood up to let me by.
"What are you doing here? You could have gone inside."
"I thought… I thought they might come for her. She helped my father."
"No one would hurt her." I assured him, a little impressed with his boldness.
"Not while I was here." He agreed and straightened his clothing nervously.
"Well, I'm here now, I promise I won't let anyone hurt her."
He nodded, eyes flickering from the door of the bedroom to a point beyond me.
"Your father should be coming for you soon, you might go back to the room and wait for him." I suggested, sensing he wanted to leave.
"So they didn't kill him?" The passivity of his features was startling.
"No."
I got the distinct impression that he would have done something horrible to anyone who had hurt his father. Though only six years old, he was still a Malfoy.
"Say bye to Lily for me." He said and slipped by me down the hall.
Shaking my head a little, I opened the door. Lily was sleeping as he had said. Her dark hair tangled around her face, small fingers twisting a lock of it while she dreamed. My reluctance to wake her grew as she murmured a little, so I began packing our things instead. It was strange to pack by hand, but I didn't want to risk waking her by casting a spell.
There wasn't much left of some of her clothing. The tunic she wore in the forest was completely ruined with mud and grass and blood. I stared at the stains and then at my daughter. She was so young to have seen so much. Shivering I folded the dirty clothing and placed it in her bag anyway.
"Mummy?" She asked quietly from behind me.
"Yes?"
"Are we going home?"
"Very soon." I answered, turning to her with a smile.
"Where did Bane go?"
"Back to his room, he and his father will be leaving soon."
"Bane thought they would come for me."
"You know I'd never let that happen."
"I know, but Bane was worried. So he stayed out in the hall." She yawned a bit.
"You can sleep a little longer, we won't be leaving for a while."
She shook her head, but laid back down.
"Is Daddy coming too?"
"I don't know." My throat constricted and I could barely get the words out.
She mumbled something else before her eyes closed again. Mechanically I folded the rest of the clothing and placed it in the bag, my mind invariably coming back to my husband and the events of the past few days. Life at home would be very different without him there.
Despite the fact that, for the last few years he had been little more than a presence in the house it would seem empty without him. I had grown used to his warmth beside me in bed and his silent company in the evenings. There would be no more waking to the sound of the shower in the morning or finding tea already made when I came downstairs. Looking back I could see all the little things that should have indicated how much he still loved me.
In the end, we both were at fault. I for pushing him away and he for letting me, though my sins far exceeded his. Harry had many faults, but unfaithfulness was not one of them.
With one last glance at my child I quietly slipped out of the room and hurried back to the meeting area. The crowd had thinned somewhat, Ron and Hermione were gone as well as most of the older attendees. My husband sat in the same chair with his head on his hands, visibly shaking.
"Come on." I whispered in his ear, gently touching his shoulder.
He did not argue, merely nodded and allowed me to help him up. Remus took a step closer and made a gesture as though he wanted to help, but I shook my head. This was something I had to do on my own.
"You've overworked yourself. A few hours rest and you should start to feel better again." I said.
The only response was a heavy sigh and another small nod.
"It'll be months before you recover completely. Until then you have to be careful. No more pushing the limits."
We had reached his room by then, very slowly he lowered himself onto the bed. I helped him remove most of his clothing, cringing a little at the deep purple bruises surrounding the bandage on his abdomen.
"It's not so bad now." He mumbled.
"What?"
"The pain."
"Good." I whispered and brushed my fingers over the bandage checking to be sure everything was still secure.
"Not that. The other."
I swallowed hard, but helped him get settled beneath the covers.
"I'm taking Lily home."
"Now?"
"Yes."
"Is she okay?"
"She's sleeping."
"I mean, with everything."
"She misses you. Doesn't say much, but she does."
He looked at his hands, as though they might hold the answer to everything.
"I wouldn't have let them."
"What?"
"Interrogate her."
"I know."
"Take her home." He said, finally looking up at me.
I reached for his hands with my own, but pulled back before we touched.
"When you're ready… if you want… you can come too."
"Ginny." His voice was soft but held a warning.
Shivering a little I stood and went to the door. His eyes followed me, but neither of us said anything. The pain in his gaze haunted me as I walked down the hall.
Lily was waiting for me when I returned, fully dressed and smiling expectantly. It hurt my heart when she saw I was alone and her smile fell a little. For her sake I hoped one day things would be like they were.
"Let's go home." I said, grabbing both bags.
"Is Daddy coming?" She questioned.
"Not right now. You know he's been hurt badly. He has to heal." It was the truth, but not what she was asking.
"Okay." She answered and let me follow her to the main room.
When she had her floo powder in hand I asked if she wanted me to go first. With a shadow of her father's defiance she said she would be fine on her own. Minutes later I was watching the grey walls of Grimmauld Place disappear in the flames.
(Draco)
There is a strange brand of stillness that comes over a body when it is threatened with a well-deserved death. Almost as though it has given up, accepted its fate and is simply waiting for the killing blow. Part of me consented to this feeling, boldly sitting up straight and facing my enemy with a look of calm. I would not fight him, the acts I had committed in the last week gave him every right to end my life. The other part of me was frightened. Every drop of sweat on my forehead was a reminder that I did not want to die.
The battle of wills continued, tension coming to life in the tremble of his hands and the clenching of my jaw. He did not see me as his adversary, or even his prey. I was the creature who had threatened his family and tortured his child. He had to kill me, if only to set the world right again.
"I won't beg." I whispered.
Silence followed. Every muscle in my body tensed, preparing for the final strike. There was no doubt that the culmination of his anger would lead to my death, but I would not ask him to spare me.
"I don't want to die, but I won't beg." I repeated.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize what he was doing. All eyes were focused on us, no one moved or even breathed as he lowered his wand a little.
"Ron?" His wife asked quietly, her voice quavering a little.
"Fuck all of this." He growled.
"Ron." She tried again.
He did not answer but turned and walked quickly from the room. Relief washed over me, numbing my mind. Absently I straightened my clothing and wiped sweat from my eyes.
The rest of the meeting passed quickly, with no further attempts on my life. I answered their questions as best I could. It was difficult because I was still unsure of what had transpired. The emptiness was filled and Lily Potter was responsible, little else seemed to matter.
Dumbledore suggested that I be observed by a member of the Order for a period of time. If my actions suggested that Voldemort was still residing within me different course would be taken. Everyone seemed to think this was an acceptable arrangement. A vote was taken and Snape was appointed to the task.
As soon as the meeting adjourned I started for the door.
"Mr. Malfoy." Snape called after me.
"Professor?" I questioned, turning to face him.
"I believe we have something to discuss."
"Yes."
He gave me an appraising look, "You seem quite calm considering your current state of affairs."
"I've been under observation most of my life," I sighed, "Your brief venture in voyeurism will be nothing I've not dealt with before."
"Do not take this so lightly, I believe the Malfoys already have a cell reserved in Azkaban, would be a shame to end a family tradition." He sneered.
"I would love to spend the day exchanging witty insults about my heritage, but I really don't have time."
He stood very still for a moment, scrutinizing every inch of me with his eyes. In the past, those who took the time to analyze me had been looking for weakness or a way to control me; Snape searched for familiarity. There was little left of the spoiled child he had taught for seven years and even less of the man I should have grown into.
"You know," He began quietly, "All this time, I thought you were made in the likeness of your father."
"You misjudged." I stated shortly.
"Perhaps."
"What did you want to discuss with me?" I said changing the subject.
"The details of your probationary period."
"Which are?"
"I believe the first step will be a thorough search of your home."
A slight panic rose in my chest. He would have to inspect every room, including the my office. I knew he would see the other door and then find all the evidence he needed to have me thrown into Azkaban.
"Very well. How many people should I expect to be digging amongst my belongings?"
He frowned, "I believe I will need no assistance."
"I've had my house searched before," My voice wavered for a moment, "The results were… inexcusable."
"I remember."
"Then I trust you will do your utmost to keep from harming anything that is mine."
"I will try to restrain myself." The edge had returned to his tone.
"Very well then…" I began, but was cut off by a cry from behind me.
"Father."
Turning I found Bane defiantly staring up at Remus Lupin, who had blocked his entrance.
"Bane." I answered.
My son side-stepped the older man and slipped into the room.
"I told you to wait for me." I admonished quietly.
"Did they hurt you?" He asked, giving Snape an uncertain glance.
"No."
"Are they going to?"
"No. Why don't you go back upstairs?"
I felt his small hand slip into mine.
"Who are you?" He questioned Snape.
The older man raised an eyebrow at him, "I am Professor Snape."
Bane blinked at him and turned back to me, "Lily's mother is taking her home. Can't we go home?"
"In a minute. I've got to finish a few things."
"I think we are done here." Snape said suddenly.
"I suppose I'll see you when we arrive at the house, then?" I asked squeezing my son's fingers gently.
"Yes." He answered.
"In that case, my son and I are going to pack."
I allowed Bane to pull me to the door, but stopped him at the stairs.
"I need to do something, you go on up." I explained.
"Father…" He protested but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.
Reluctantly he obeyed, trudging up the stairs. I watched to be sure he kept going and went back into the room. Remus was still talking to Fred in hushed tones that ceased as I approached.
"Remus." I said.
Fred stepped back, one hand inching towards his wand. There was no fear in his eyes, not that I expected any, he was simply being cautious. A wave of guilt passed over me as my eyes rested on the sling holding his other arm. That was my fault. I did that.
"Draco." Remus answered, regaining my attention.
The words I wanted to say caught in my throat. I had not said them in so long, my mouth had forgotten how to form them properly.
"I wanted… I wanted to thank you." I finally managed.
"For what?"
A prickle began on the back of my neck, the Weasley was watching me, weighing every word.
"For allowing Bane and I to stay here, for helping me through the forest…"
"You're welcome." He replied, expression giving nothing away.
"My son is waiting…"
He nodded and I hurried back to the stairs. There were so many things to do yet, including some unfinished business with my mother. That thought brought a smile to my lips.
(Remus)
"There hasn't been an owl yet." Fred whispered to me as the meeting ended.
"I'm sure he'll send word soon." I assured him.
He sat for another moment, staring at the table, tracing patterns in the wood grain. His worry was contagious and I too found myself fidgeting.
"He wouldn't come and tell me himself, he'd have to send an owl. She'd be scared and he wouldn't want to leave her there alone."
"She's a tough girl. Whatever happened, she'll be alright." My words sounded hollow even to me.
"You know…" He began, looking at me, "she was scared I wouldn't want the baby."
A chuckle rose in my throat but I waited for him to continue.
"That I'd think it was too soon for a baby. We aren't married yet. I think I planned on marrying her, just never got around to asking."
"When she gets back, you should tell her that."
"It'll kill her if anything has happened to the baby."
A few more minutes passed in uncomfortable silence. From the corner of my eye I saw Tonks leave the room. I hoped she was going to rest, all the excitement was sure to take a toll on her. Perhaps when the others were gone I would finally have a chance to speak with her, there was much to talk about.
"I can't stand this!" Fred exclaimed suddenly pounding his hand on the table.
He stood and began to pace, teeth chewing nervously on his lower lip.
"Come on." I said and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
I led him to the back of the room where there was a little more room to move.
"There, plenty of room to pace."
"I'm so close to having a family." He muttered, and seemed to collapse in on himself.
"You have a family."
"Of course. I'm a Weasley, we never lack relatives, but that's not what I meant. I just never thought I would be jealous of my little brother." He laughed half heartedly, "But he's got everything. A beautiful wife, three kids, a house of his own… Ron has everything."
"You've got just as much as he has."
With a heavy sigh, he nodded and leaned against the wall.
"I never noticed it before." He mumbled.
I opened my mouth to reply, but stopped when Hermione approached. She seemed so worn. In my mind I could still see her carrying Meshach through the forest. Only once had her feet stumbled, the boy in her arms cried out, but she caught her balance again. The soft words she used to soothe him drifted back and calmed my own frantic mind.
"We're going home." She announced.
Fred nodded and reached out to hug her with his good arm.
"Take care. We'll see you soon, I hope." I replied opening my arms to hug her as well.
"I'll be over again soon. Though, let's pray for better circumstances."
We watched her retreat, Ron and the children waiting for her in the hall. He touched her arm lightly and almost smiled, ushering the children on.
"Everything." Fred whispered leaning closer to me.
We stood in silence for a moment, he disquieted by worry and I wishing I could help. Over his shoulder I saw a child walk through the doorway, Bane. Glacing at Draco, who was still in deep conversation with Snape, I hurried to stop him before he heard something upsetting.
"Hold on there." I said and stepped in front of him.
"Where is my father?" He asked calmly.
"He's talking, why don't you wait with me until he finishes?"
"No." He replied simply.
"It shouldn't be long…" I began.
"Father!"
"Bane?" Came the answer.
Without a second glance he shoved past me and into the room.
"Like father, like son." Fred muttered over my shoulder.
"I refuse to make judgments about the child."
"He's Draco Malfoy's son, his grandfather was a Death Eater, his grandmother was willing to let Voldemort possess her only child, with a history like that what kid could come out normal?"
"He's only a child and he's very frightened. You saw him in the forest, he genuinely loves his father." I explained.
"I just…" He was cut off as Draco approached.
He seemed nervous and kept glancing at Fred.
"Remus."
I saw Fred reach for his wand, taking a step backwards. Draco's eyes seemed glued to the sling that held the other man's injured arm.
"Draco?" I asked.
He shifted his weight a little and finally met my gaze.
"I wanted… I wanted to thank you."
"For what?"
"For allowing Bane and I to stay here, for helping me through the forest…"
"You're welcome." I knew this had been difficult for him, a show of emotion would only complicate the situation.
"My son is waiting…"
I nodded and he strode off. With a smile I turned back to Fred and was again interrupted by a shout.
"Wotcher, Fred." Tonks said with a grin as she tapped his leg with her cane.
"Tonks." He replied in greeting.
"There's an owl waiting for you in the foyer."
He mumbled something in thanks and hurried from the room.
"How are you holding up?" She asked quietly.
"Well enough."
"Still feeling that curse?" Her voice was tentative, as were her fingers on my sleeve.
"A little."
"I suppose you'll be wanting to go to bed after everyone is gone."
She gave me a hesitant, almost playful smile, as her touch moved to the back of my hand.
"Yes, a good long rest does sound nice." I held back a smile of my own.
"You've earned it."
"George is taking her back to the Burrow." Fred shouted from the doorway.
"Is she alright?" I answered, somewhat startled by his entrance.
"The healer said she'd taken a bad hit and might be sore for a while, but the baby was fine." His elation was contagious and I clasped Tonks hand in my own.
"That's wonderful."
"I'm going to meet them there, thanks for everything." He was gone before we could reply, seconds later there was a roar from the fireplace.
Silence seemed to creep in from the corners, as though it had been waiting there all along. A part of me longed to chase after the others, beg them to come back, anything to keep the stillness at bay. Another part of me was very aware of the slender hand I was still holding.
"Is that all of them?" I asked glancing around the empty room.
"Harry is upstairs, but I think so."
She'd left her hair natural again, pale brown curls spilling into her eyes. The hint of mischief in her smile was not lost on me, it took great effort not to grin back.
"Then I think I shall rest."
"Sleepy?" She inquired, loosening her grip on my hand.
"Not in the least." I began to walk away.
"Remus?"
"I'm going to bed. Are you coming?" The grin I had held back for so long broke free.
Her eyes narrowed a little as she smiled up at me, "I can't think of anything I'd rather do."