Through the Ages
By Silver Moonserpent
Prophecy, Birth, and Homecoming Part 2
Ginny rushed to the kitchen of the home and her eyes widened as she saw Hermione standing there, one hand gripping the counter, the other on her swollen stomach.
You've gotta be kidding me! Ginny thought, exasperated.
But of course Hermione was going into labor the very day Ron was coming home! What better welcome-home present than a baby boy?
Ginny ran to her side and helped her make her way to her feet. "'Mione, grab my hand."
Hermione, in all her pain and strain, quickly did as she was told. Ginevra squeezed her sister-in-law's hand and began to concentrate very hard on the emergency room of St. Mungo's where she worked. And, before she even said a word, Ginevra and Hermione appeared in front of the double doors of the ER next to an empty stretcher.
Soon, a doctor came in a rushed her straight into the delivery room.
Ginny headed down to the front desk and requested to have an owl sent to her mother's (where Harry and Ron were going first) and tell her Hermione and herself were at St. Mungo's.
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Ron rushed in first, soon followed by a gasping Harry. "We got the message. What's wrong with 'Mione?" Ron inquired frantically.
Ginevra sighed. Of course Molly didn't tell them. "Well-"
Her words died there as Katie, a fellow nurse, rushed out with a smile on her lips. "Hermione's okay and so is your baby boy." she declared.
Ron's face went from fear to relief to shock while Harry grinned and clapped him on the shoulder.
"Congratulations, mate!"
…
"We meet again, Draco."
Draco sighed and looked up at the grinning face of Blaise Zabini.
"Good afternoon, cousin." Draco said, ducking behind a shelf in an effort to escape the raven-haired man, to no avail.
"Oh, dearest Draco, you don't think you can simply allude me, do you?"
"I wouldn't dream of it." Draco replied flatly, "What do you want?"
"So very rude we are today, Draco." Blaise admonished, "Have you no manners?"
"Not around you, dearest Blaise."
"Well, princess," the brunette began, "Your mission is quite simple."
He handed the other man a letter and Apparated away. Draco rolled his eyes and sighed. For one of the best duelists in the wizarding world, his cousin had a weird way about him.
"Stupid prat." he whispered and continued his errands.
The blonde man looked over the parchment in disbelief. This had to be some sick joke Blaise was pulling. He knewthe Dark Lord would never demand such a thing. Ever.
She was the one to bring him into his full power?
"Damn it all." he cursed.
Okay, yes, Draco was a Death Eater. But, as most of you know, fair Draco does not take well to being bossed and pushed around. Truth was, he was getting rather tired of fighting a battle he had nothing to do with. Fighting other men's battles and not his own.
Truth be told, this war that was waging for the past eight years was not one of good or bad, light or dark, it was all started because of one "man" and his greed for power. He desire for the world. And it was starting to get on his nerves.
Apparating back to his manor, Draco began to prepare for that night.
Like it or not, he was in this war and he had to do what he had to do in order to live.
Damn it.
. end chapter .