YOUR UPDATE AS PROMISED, YAY! Sorry for that evil cliffie! There will be more though… because things are heating up, my friends. I love these reviews, keep them up! They give me so many ideas… and I need some. We're heating up… betrayal, blood, love and revenge will play heavily in the last few chapters.

Ginny's voice echoed down the corridor. "What the hell are you doing here?" She exclaimed. She was shocked to see him.

Bill Weasley flashed a bright grin. "Mr. Goyle requested a representative of Gringotts to appraise his assets in the case of his death. He's making a will…" His grin faded slightly as Draco and Goyle flooed in after her. "Gentlemen…"

Draco stared into the eyes of a man who was nearly a head taller than him; he was definitely a Weasley. His robes proclaimed that he was from Gringotts, so Draco assumed it was her brother Bill. "Bill Weasley, what brings you here?"

"I'm making a will… just in case." Goyle said quietly from his position at Draco's side. "I'm glad you could come so quickly."

"Your wife let me in." Bill said with a smile. "It took me 3 hours to get past the wards… Dumbledore did a good job."

Draco looked over at Goyle. "What is he talking about? You had Dumbledore put up wards?"

Goyle nodded. "This is your safe house for the remainder of the war. Ginny will not be fighting and this place won't be breached by anyone who is not supposed to."

"Yeah, and even those who ARE will have a hell of a time getting in." Bill muttered. "Now come here and give your big brother a hug before I get a complex."

Ginny threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Bill I've missed you so much! How is mum? And dad? Oh, how is everyone? You must tell me!" She gushed excitedly.

Bill smirked. "Alright, alright Gin-bug don't overexert yourself now!" He helped her to a chair and sat beside her. "Mum and dad are beside themselves; we all miss you so much. It killed me not to be able to hug you and congratulate you after you graduated yesterday. You looked so beautiful up there." He took her hands in his. "But it'll all be over soon and we won't have to pretend anymore. Then you'll have to come spend time with me and Angelina; we got engaged last month.'

"I'm missing everything!" Ginny huffed angrily. She hated being cut off from her family. "Is Ron alright too?"

"Well… he's the worst one. He thinks it's his fault that you're in this position and that is he just tried a little harder to be your friend and to watch out for you, that none of this would've happened." Bill said sadly. "And he tore apart most of his room and the garden after the Aurors brought him back from the Three Broomsticks; it took a lot of talking down to get him out of his depression. Pushing you was the worst thing he's ever done."

Ginny sighed heavily. "If you see him and you know it's safe, tell him that I don't blame him and that I still love him."

Draco moved behind his wife and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Ginny, Bill can't stay too long or it will look suspicious." He said quietly.

Bill nodded in agreement. "Yes…Mr. Goyle, I left my appraisal on your desk and the name of a good safe lawyer to help you put a will into writing." He gently leaned down and gave his sister a kiss on the cheek. "I love you Gin-bug, don't lose heart."

Goyle made sure Bill was safely out of the house before sitting down on the sofa. "I didn't know it was going to be your brother…I'm sorry."

"No! Goyle, it was so nice to see him." Ginny said with a tearful smile. "I know now that it's all true… that my family doesn't really hate me." She looked down, embarrassed. "I mean, you told me it was true but seeing is believing."

Draco nodded. "Come on, you've had a hard day. Madame Pomfrey would have my head if she knew that you weren't in bed." He helped her up and both of them followed after Goyle.

"This was my mother's room before she died." Goyle said with a smile. The room was vast; the bed was three times the size of a Hogwarts bed and made up with midnight blue silk sheets, a white down comforter and many fluffy pillows. The windows reached from the floor to the ceiling and led out to balconies… however, if they tried to go out, they would quickly find they were sealed. In the corner was a large desk with several magical pictures of Goyle as a chubby, giggling baby and child as well as a picture of a careworn woman holding her plaque from Hogwarts. Beside the bed, on both sides, were deep oak night tables. "If you need help, you can ring the house elves at any time. Pansy and I are also right down the hall."

Ginny smiled. "This whole place is beautiful Goyle, thank you for opening your house to us."

Pansy appeared in the doorway. "Faye finally went down." She announced with a smirk. "She's really excited that she's going to have some new cousins to play with. I could barely get her to sit still long enough to read her a story."

Goyle put his arm around her. "Well that's good. I was just showing Draco and Ginny around the room."

"It's really great." Draco added for good measure. "And believe me, someday Ginny and I will return the favor." He turned toward his wife and put his hands on his hips in a comical fashion. "Now you get into bed this instant young lady."

"Yes, father…I'll get into bed but I'm not going to sleep yet. It's too early." She huffed as she climbed up onto the bed. "So Goyle, what is this I hear about a will?"

His grayish cheeks flushed slightly. "I just want to be prepared in case I don't make it out of this war alive. I have a wife and her sister to provide for now."

Draco nodded solemnly. "I should draw up a will as well… not that my mother would leave Ginny in the cold in the event of my death, but we don't know how this is all going to turn out."

Pansy put her arm around Goyle's waist; there were tears in her eyes but she would not let them fall. "We're all going to be fine. Okay? You have children to think about, Draco, so don't do anything stupid." She said with a little chuckle. "And you!" She turned to Goyle and kissed his cheek. "You're not leaving me so easily; I won't stand for it."

"It's not like you'd get a choice anyway." Draco said with a curt laugh. Turning to Goyle, he patted his friend on the back. "Come on, let's have a drink and give these two some time to talk about… whatever girls talk about."

Ginny felt a sick feeling course through her veins; thinking about Draco or Goyle or her babies dying made her physically ill. Taking a deep breath, she tried to beat it down.

"Are you alright Ginny?" Pansy asked gently. She could sense that her friend was in distress here… maybe it was the way that she was sitting or the way her eyes looked slightly glazed or, most likely, the fact that she was gripping her abdomen as if in pain.

"I don't know." She answered quietly. "I-I couldn't live if Draco died."

Pansy clucked her tongue and pulled a chair up beside the bed. "No, Ginny… we're all going to be fine. Really, we just have to keep faith."

Ginny laughed slightly. "Draco said the same thing… he said put faith in love and the powers that be will take care of the rest." Looking down at her abdomen, she shook her head. "Do you believe in fate?"

"Like, we were all destined to be where we are today?" Pansy queried, looking over at her distraught friend. "Well, divination has always been a disreputable science… but some people base their lives on it. I believe that you choose your own path, yes, but nothing is set in stone. I believe the choices you make can determine where you end up."

"I think I'm doomed." Ginny's voice shook as she spoke. Tears dripped down her cheeks and she grabbed and pillow and held on tight. "I was the one that opened the Chamber of Secrets…I am the one who Tom wants the most." In one movement she tore her robes away from her arm with an unceremonious rip. The dark mark blinked back up at her; the serpents twisted up and down through a skull as if they were real. "I'm the one with the Dark Mark."

Pansy closed her eyes for a brief moment, blinking back tears. "None of this is your fault!"

"Then why are you crying?" Ginny burst out, not even bothering to swallow the sob that tore from her throat.

"I hate seeing you like this! You're the most honest, caring, loving, smart, BRAVE person I know!" She answered hotly. "Don't you know that you're the best friend I've ever had? I care about you Ginny! I don't want to see you hurt!"

Ginny sniffled; Pansy's words affected her deeply. All this time it was HER against Tom, HER against the world, HER coping with this pregnancy. Draco couldn't understand. Yes, Ginny loved him deeply, but men had no idea here… this was that grey area that would never be breached. "I care for you too Pansy… and I'm sorry." Truly, she was; never did she want to alienate yet another friend. "You're my best friend and you saved my life. I swear, you may think those makeovers were for nothing… but I think those were two decisions that changed the course of my life for the better."

"See? You're starting to see the light." Pansy teased lightly. "Now, come on, all this crying has to be bad for the babies."

Ginny laughed as she wiped her face. "I think it's these hormones that are making me a walking freak show. I must admit though, it's not all bad. I've had really good hair these past few months."

Pansy sniggered. "That's just one reason to celebrate." Looking up at her friend, she hesitated a moment before speaking. "Ginny, I really appreciate you standing up to my mother…I never would've been able to do that."

Ginny quirked an eyebrow. "I had trouble controlling myself for that short amount of time! I don't know how you lived with it for 17 years. Was she always like this?"

"Yes…well, I never even met her before I was 6. By then I had 'good manners' and was groomed like a lady." Pansy said with a shrug. "She never cared for me. I was just an heir…and my father became estranged from my mother because I was not male. It's not as if they ever loved each other… that's just how it had to be."

"Do you mind if I ask why Faye was born then?" Ginny prodded lightly. "I'm sorry I don't understand… you KNOW how my family works. My mom and dad popped us kids out like bunnies."

Pansy inclined her head slightly to the right. "Faye was born on a rare night of any passion between my parents. My father is a death eater…I believe Faye was conceived on the night that the Department of Mysteries was broken in to. My father was angry and distraught… my mother was there and they didn't even think about protection. 9 months later… Fehler Marie Knotweed was born."

"I'm sure you like having a sister though…I wish I had a sister. But alas, I have 6 brothers instead." She smirked. "But I wouldn't trade them for anything else in the world."

"That's what real family is." Pansy said with a sigh. "People who really love and care for each other. Really, that's the only difference between heirs and children… heirs aren't loved or wanted, they're had out of a sense of obligation. Children are wanted and cherished."

Ginny let her hand rest on her extended abdomen. "You know, you're going to be an excellent mother someday. When can we expect little Pansy and Goyle's running around?" She giggled.

Pansy's cheeks tinged pink. "Well… we haven't been using protection, but I want to wait until things are safe in the world. I don't want to bring a child into a world where Voldemort still rules."

"I know how you feel about that…I pray every day that today will be the day he goes down in flames. I don't know what's taking them so long; apparently Lucius got all the information from Tom after I married Draco. It had to do with some loyalty connection." She shrugged and looked out towards the window. The sky was darkening with each passing minute and soon it would be night.

"Yes, but it's not as easy as storming in and Avada Kedavra-ing him… he's a specter, you know that. We're not sure whose life force he's feeding off of, but as soon as they do, they can stop him." Pansy explained. "Snape seems to think its Nagini… but I have my doubts on that."

Ginny furrowed her brow. "Who do you think it is, Pansy?"

She bit her lip. "Oh I don't know really…I-I don't want to upset you."

"Pansy, you can tell me anything, I won't be angry with you for having an opinion or theory. In fact, it could help us end this faster!" Ginny pressed eagerly. How bad could it be?

"Ginny, I think it's your brother Percy. He's been pulling away from your family, his appearance is waning, Penelope Clearwater is a cousin of mine on my mother's side… Percy has been beating her." She said gently.

A gasp tore from Ginny's throat. Percy? Her beloved brother who taught her how to read? The brother that ALWAYS shared his owl with her before he got a big head and a prefect badge? Then again… the brother who had Scabbers the rat aka Peter Pettigrew and the brother who had estranged himself from her AND her entire family for no apparent reason? Shock clogged her throat as she acknowledged Pansy's theory.

Immediately, Pansy regretted saying anything. "It's probably not true! I mean, come on, if SNAPE thinks its Nagini then it's got to be Nagini."

"Listen Pansy, I'm feeling very tired all of a sudden." Ginny lied. "Do you mind if we pick this up tomorrow?"

Pansy bit her lip but still nodded. "I'll see you then…" she said, stepping towards the door. " I'm really sorry Ginny." With that, she walked out feeling like dirt. The last thing she wanted to do was upset Ginny.

Anger welled up in Ginny's veins… her own brother was doing this to her! Tears would do nothing, she knew it. The time had passed for redemption; it was time for blood. And that blood belonged to one, Percy Weasley.