Mid Heaven Flights
A/N: Thanks for your reviews, and I feel like a broken record saying that over and over again. I know this is fast, but this is the last chapter off Mid Heaven Flights. I thank you for all the readers who kept me going. Thanks you guys, you've been great. Hopefully I won't loose your interest and you'll go and read my other stories? Hint, Hint, you better. Ha, ha. Well to get on with the last chapter of my story.
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Chapter Eleven: The Departure
They gave Hogwarts their last good bye at the end of the year, most were crying. Hogwarts served as their home for seven long years. They attached themselves to the stone walls and the chilly feeling when you get up from bed. They were out on their own, creating a future for themselves.
Atalanta would go to a Wizard University for her Mediwitch training, Alice would go along with becoming a Mediwitch also. The ministry wouldn't take her offer to become an Auror. And as every one knew, Draco and Blaise would be going to Azkaban to spend the rest of their lives.
Professor Flitwick hugged Alice good bye, the old teacher was crying rivers. "You tend to your letters. I'll write to you as often as I can, you're a bright girl, I hope you the best in the University," he squeaked rubbing his eyes with a hanker chief.
"Yes professor, I promise to write you, when the baby is born I'll even send you pictures," Alice said hugging him good bye. Professor Flitwick smiled sadly and patted the Alice's hand. Alice moved her way over to big mass of red heads to Harry Potter.
"Crazy year hasn't it been?" she said smiling hugging him, "I offer my condolences. I never got to apologize for Draco's behavior on the train ride here. You take care of our future. Not mine really, just my child's," she said wiping her eyes.
Harry nodded, "No need to apologize. I take it you not going through Auror training like you planned?"
Alice chuckled, "The ministry no longer trusts me. Can I ask you a favor?" Alice said pulling Harry aside from the large group. Harry nodded a little confused, "In the files of Aurors, look up Dorian Scorpton. I would appreciate if you told me what Death Eater killed my father. Don't hesitate to write me and tell me," she finished and he nodded.
"Sure, if I can't Ron will," Harry said and Alice hugged him one last time and walked away. She found Draco and Blaise getting some last advice from Professor Snape, she walked away from that. She didn't want to hear any more news about Azkaban. She wanted to go home to her log cabin and sleep.
That is exactly what Alice did, she was having a horrible pregnancy. Every day dragged on like a year, and she was miserable when it was only her and Atalanta. They would wake up in the middle of the night and go down and eat a tub of ice cream together out on the porch. Alice was two times as big as Atalanta, and she couldn't figure out why.
As the test results to the gender of the baby came back, it was proved that there wasn't just one baby there was two. Alice was having a baby boy and a baby girl. Atalanta was having a little boy also, "I'm going to have take care of you when you get huge," Atalanta kept on saying in complain.
"I can't help it," Alice always retorted back. Draco and Blaise weren't at the cabin every day, they went off and visited their families as long as they could and came back to Alice and Atalanta.
Yes, the both of them were upset about Draco and Blaise were ignoring them. But there time was well spent with there family, sometimes they went along with them to just to be with them.
"So Alice, have you decided on any names?" Narcissa asked one time they visited the Malfoy Manor. The Zabini's where also there, and all of them were listening to the conversation.
"Well Atalanta plans on using the name Lucas. So I was going to name the baby girl Celia and I haven't decided on the boy's name. I was thinking Jonathan," she said in a hushed town and looked down at her lower abdomen.
"Muggle names? Why not something refined?" Narcissa hissed.
Alice's patients were running low, Narcissa kept on making fun of the house she was living, and now the names. "Actually, I've just changed my name. I'll name them after my parents, Dorian and Alexis. Draco do you like those names?" she said seething anger.
"Of coarse I do Alice, they are a fine choice. I think those names will suit the babies very well," he said calming her down kissing her cheek.
"Alice may I talk to you in the den?" Narcissa asked putting her wine glass down. "No, you may not talk to me in the den. I will not be bossed around and made into your clone. I will raise my children how I want to, and you Madame have no say in it!" Alice shot back and Draco just rubbed his head mumbling to himself.
"I think you need a rest. Today is my last day outside of Azkaban. I don't exactly want my mother and my wife arguing," he said and kissed Alice fore head laid his head on her shoulder.
"I'm so sorry Draco, I can't help it. Everything is making me go crazy," Alice exasperated. Draco chucked and put his check on her growing womb. "I can feel them kicking, they must have their mother's temper," he said in reply.
Alice took in everything around her, and took one of her few last looks at Draco. She burned Draco's touch, his voice, his scent, the way he walked, they way he looked into her memory. She cried and kissed his head, he smiled weakly and kissed her lips softly.
Looking up at the clock they had an hour left to say their goodbyes. They're eyes looked their last, their arms took the there last embrace, and the softened lips kissed the loves goodbye. There weren't a dry eye in the manor, not a single soul morning for the lose of a son, or a supposed to be future husband.
They took the two youths, and bared them up for forever more.
Dear Alice Scorpton,
Congratulations on the birth of your two healthy babies. You did a good job, I'd like to tell you that the war is over. You've probably haven't heard of this wonderful news since you're isolated up in your mother's cabin. Obviously, I'm alive and I'm writing to you that we won. And the Death Eaters that are in Azkaban will get a new trial. So who knows, you will get your happy ending.
Another reason why I'm writing you is that I found out who killed your father. You'll be real surprised to hear this but, Lucius Malfoy killed him. Along with your Uncle Oliver and your Aunt Winifred. I'm sorry to have to break the news to you. Along with being charged of killing Aurors, he will also be trialed for killing 60 wizards and over 2,000 muggles. Lucius Malfoy was brought into Azkaban the other day and has a life sentence.
I hope this will not effect the love for your children, and the love you feel for Draco Malfoy. Live on, and care for your children. They need you.
Also, if you need any help with the children. Molly Weasley offers her love and help and would gladly become a grandmother to your children and a guidence to you.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter
-Finis