AN: Finally, I've updated. I'm so happy. This is a bit rushed because I did it in 6th period today. The 7th chap of "The Dark Prince" will most likely be done soon. It's an explanatory chapter so it takes a while, hopefully I'll be able to give you two chapters then. Until then, peace

Chapter 3: Why are you here?

They spent minutes that felt like hours, glaring at each other before Alexio's cry of hunger brought them back to reality.

Nice, I'm not even two month and he's already ignoring me, thought Alexio.

"Why don't I feed him?" Molly offered.

"What? . . . Oh!" Draco exclaimed as he felt his little brother being tugged from his arms. "Yes, um . . . he likes the banana kind." He pointed towards the bag full of baby food.

Molly fished though the bag with her right hand while she held Alexio in her left as he looked at her with wonder.

Why is he here? Ginevra thought. Here of all places

This is the last time I come to one of my mother's family's' places, thought Draco.

"Draco, why don't you help Ginny with breakfast while I wake up the others?"

"But . . ." Ginny tried to stop her mother. She really did not want to be stuck in a room with him.

"Oh don't worry," Molly reassured. "I'm sure you'll be fine."

Famous last words, thought Alexio.

God I hope they won't try to kill each other this time, Molly prayed.

With that she left and the two teenagers were left alone. Anyone who knew them would doubt their actually making breakfast.

When Molly had opened the door to their room, she found that Harry was the only one sleeping, although a bit fitfully. Ron was sitting up in bed, writing in a book. He looked up when his mother came in.

"How are you?" she asked. He looked as if he hadn't slept at all.

"Fine, I guess." He said as he gave her a weak smile.

"Sirius!" Harry screamed in his sleep.

Amazingly, he didn't wake up, though Molly was sure the others were.

"With the way he's going on, it's kind of hard to sleep, so I just stayed up writing."

He smiled sadly at Harry for a second before his brows furrowed in frustration.

"Argh!" he screamed. "I just don't understand why he has to go through all of this when Tom can be so easily defeated. It's not fucking fair!"

"Ron!" Molly cried. "Watch your tongue young man! You are not the only person in this house!"

Just then a chorus of baby cries could be heard coming from downstairs. It was only then that Ron noticed the baby in Molly's arms, only this baby wasn't crying. Hurriedly they ran downstairs. The cries had woken up everyone who wasn't already awake so they all came down to see what the commotion was about. It was apparently coming from behind Mrs. Black's portrait.

"Oh, the poor darlings!" Mrs. Black wailed. "They must be dreadfully hungry. You," she pointed to Molly. "Make yourself useful and go make them something to eat. Wait . . . hold on, their coming."

Everyone watched as the wall opened behind the portrait. Out came eight of the ten Malfoy children and their house-elf.

Crickets.

"What the hell?!" yelled Harry.

But Jules wasn't listening. "Ron?"

"Jules?" he said as he walked up to his old friend.

"Dude, how've you been? Where've you been?" asked Jules.

"Fine, here. You?"

"Great, we were in Cali for a while and I think we're supposed to go to go to school over here with ya'll, maybe."

"Wicked," said Ron.

"Sorry to interrupt your little reunion," Harry interrupted, earning him a dirty look from Jules and an impatient on from Ron. "But, what are you doing here?"

"Who cares?" asked Bryan.

"I care!" Harry exclaimed.

"Hey, just because you got that scar on your head, don't mean you can catch an attitude with him. I could give you a whole new scar is that's the case." Brianna started.

"Is that a threat?"

"It can be."

"Mr. Potter, I'm sure we would all like to know why the Malfoys are here," said Dumbledore, appearing form who knows where. "But I think it would be best if we fed everyone first."

Everyone agreed and headed toward the kitchen. Even with all the surprises today, no one had expected what they were about to witness. The kitchen was in shambles. Draco and Ginny stood on opposite ends of the kitchen in fighting stance, both looking ready to kill the other.

"It seems," sighed Dumbledore. "That we will have to hear two explanations before breakfast."

Everyone groaned.