Chapter One:

TellingGinnyis No Fun!

Monday

"Beep, beep, beep,"Screamed the alarm clock next to Draco and Ginny Malfoy's bed. He rolled over to promptly shut it off and fall back into silent slumber. Ginny murmured to him, "We gotta get up Drac…you need to go to work, and the kids are probably already awake, or at least Draak will be up by now."

"Can't I call in sick dear? Or owl and say one of the kids has a fever and is on their deathbed?" He gave her his best, which wasn't very good, puppy dog face. She giggled at his attempt.

"Everyone knows that Jotly or one of the other elves would take care of them that is if I even left their bedside. No mister, you will be going into the ministry today, like it or not!" He scowled at her mock punishment face and rose out of bed. She followed and they each began the task of getting ready. Ginny quickly put on her robe and went in to the room of two of her three sons, the five year old Draak, and the three year old Andreas to see if they were still in bed. As she and her husband had predicted Draak was wide awake and playing with his toys.

"Mummy!" He yelled and ran to her arms. "Good morning baby." He said completely seriously, while looking at her growing tummy. "Why won't he answer?" He asked her with bent eyebrows.

She held back a laugh, "He's still too little, maybe in a few weeks he, or she, will kick." Ginny desperately hoped that it was a she growing inside her, she herself seemed to be like Molly Weasley, no girls in sight, and she definitely wasn't pushing out four more to get one! She and Draco had had a girl name picked out and unused for almost six years. Oh, how she wished for a little girl to do her hair, choose cute fluffy outfits for her, and to decorate her room pretty in pink with princesses and princes. Of course she had numerous nieces, but it wasn't the same, and she didn't see them all that often, because even though her brothers had accepted Draco as part of the light they never were too thrilled to have him with their baby sister.

"Ginny, Ginny!" Draco shocked her out of her thoughts. She smiled at the scene in front of her, who would've thought, Draco Malfoy feeding a baby. She asked what he wanted, it was just to hand her the baby. Charlie would be one year old in about a week, eight days to be exact. Ginny bounced him up and down while walking into the breakfast room of the Malfoy Mansion. Mrs. Malfoy lived in the other wing claiming that, I am just fine by myself thank you, just because my son deemed you worthy, which is the only reason I allow you in my home, does not mean that I wish to see you daily. Ginny knew that if Draco hadn't threatened to stay single with no children that she would most definitely not be a Malfoy presently. Luscious had been killed in the war after escaping from prison.

"What time do you need to be into work love?" She asked her husband.

He replied, "Actually not until later this morning, we need to talk before I go." Ginny began to look a bit frightened, he sounded serious. "Let me call Jotly for the children and we'll have a word in the front sitting room."

5 MINUTES LATER IN THE SITTING ROOM

"Listen, you know that trial a few weeks ago, the one with the want-to-be Dark Lord?" He asked, looking into her eyes. She answered a shaky yes. "Well that guy and his goons have escaped from Azkaban. Gin, they're after us, and the kids." She sobbed. "I'm sorry, love, I'm so sorry." He looked at her extremely apologetically.

"I know it's not your fault." She managed to hold her composure after he had held her for a few minutes.

"I want you and the kids to go into hiding. Malfoy Manor is the first place they'll come, and they know about the other properties too. You and our kids, and the unborn baby need to be safe!" Her face hardened at his words.

"When did you ever know me to run and hide? Huh? You, Mister Malfoy are no better or more experienced than I! Where do you get off thinking that just because I'm your wife that I'll stand down and let the men fight? You pig!" She screamed for a few reasons: a.) actual anger that he would infer that she was incapable, b.) anger that even after the war people were after her family and c.) Her hormones were going crazy and at a very unpredictable point.

"Of course I don't think that of you! Normally I would be fine with you staying, but you're pregnant! It would be too easy for you to loose the baby, which by the way, you getting worked up like this is bad for you and him or her, so calm down Ginny." He told her firmly.

Shaking, she began crying into his shoulder once again. "Please, don't go. Oh, I know I'm being silly, when I was little I always promised to never cry, that's what my Mum did, it made me worried about things. I don't want our children scared all the time. It reminds me of those awful times during the war."

"Ginny I need to go in to work. I'm going to find a safe place for you and the kids. I should be home in time for dinner, and if not I'll floo from the office. Do I need to call over my mother?" Ginny laughed. Was he serious? Bloody Hell, Draco was smart, but was naive when it came to Narcissa Malfoy.

She gave him a small smile, "We'll be fine. No need to worry. Have a nice day, be careful!"

"Always. I love you!" He turned to say good bye to the children. "Bye kids. Draak Maverick, look at me! Be good for Mummy, alright?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Good boy." He reached over gave Charles a hug, and kissed Andreas, who was in the arms of one of the house elves, on the head. As soon as he left the house he could hear Andreas crying, he smirked, poor Ginny.

Little did they know, baby Andreas was entirely accurate with his wailing, babies are smarter than we give them credit for…

Chapter Two:

This Too? What next?

Wednesday

Dead! My beloved Draco is deceased! The father of my children: Draak Luukas, Andreas Arthur, and Charles Maverick, and worst of all, he will never get to see, to hold our youngest. Why him? The funeral was today. Everyone was there, but no one said the right thing. Mum was beside me, Bill and Fleur and there 4 children, Tonks (Charlie's widow) and her 8 year old twins were there, Percy and Kaiya with there three, Fred and Alicia with there three kids, George and Katie with there one, and of course Ron and Hermione with there lovely 5 and one on the way. Harry was there, alone, as always, unless you counted Remus. Neville and Luna, they had two, but had left them at Mr. Lovegood's. Many of the old order members attended. Some of the Malfoy side and Draco's friends. All in all the ceremony was nice as funerals go… if you ignored the reason, something not quite so easy for Ginny.

Ginny, having left the kids with her Mum and Bill, went on a walk around the funeral home gardens, to be found weeping on the ground a few minutes later by none other than Harry Potter. "Hey, Ginny. I'm really sorry. I know what it's like, but if you need anything at all, anything, I'd be more than happy to help."

She looked up, "Sorry, you didn't even like Draco! And, how could you know what I'm going through? You've never even been married!"

"Ginny, I won't lie, but you of all people should know, I respected him, I accepted him, which to me is a lot more important than liking him. As for not knowing how you feel, don't you know who you're talking to?" He asked her.

"Sorry Harry, really I am." She began to get up as she noticed Narcissa coming towards them.

"Mr. Potter" She nodded, "Ginevra," She said critically looking her up and down. "I just came to let you know that I expect you out of my home within the week. Seeing as your husband never saw fit to make a will, everything will, by wizarding law, be returned to its previous owner. Anything bought within the span of your marriage is legally yours. You may speak to my lawyer if there are any contradictions. Good day." With that she sharply turned on her heels and apparated away. Ginny sunk back down with her back against the wall, her hands in front of her face.

"Draco dead, me pregnant, a group of dark wizards hunting us, and no place to go! My first thought: the Burrow, no Dad died, Mum lives with Bill and Fleur, any brothers, no they all have wives, children, and none have enough room, plus the kids need more protection because not only did Draco leave me with no place to live, but also a money bag on our heads! What am I going to do?" Harry didn't reply for a while. He appeared to be thinking.

"My place. It's perfect, plenty of room, I'm rarely there, and seeing as I live alone it wouldn't be any trouble, and it's probably the best protected family in England. Ron's family is my family. Plus, it would be nice not being alone, and I love the kids." He looked at her pleadingly.

"I couldn't do that Harry. Living with three kids and a pregnant lady? Then in a few months a new born, it would completely cramp the whole bachelor life style."

"C'mon Gin. It doesn't have to be permanent, just until you get back on your feet and all these bloody men are caught. It wouldn't be forever." He was ready to beg.

She still resisted. He told her to sleep on it and that they would discuss it tomorrow over supper. That night it was just her and her three children at the Manor. In a way she was glad to be leaving, without Draco it just wasn't home any more. It had never really been her home, it was Draco's, and he was her home.

Thursday

For the first night, since Draak had been born, her sleep was plagued with nightmares. Nightmares she thought were long gone.

Charles' crying woke her up around three, and she couldn't bring herself to get back into bed after setting him in his crib. She decided to do something that the house elves usually did, make breakfast. She started the pancake mix, put on hash browns, and then came to the eggs. She couldn't decide how to make them: poached, hard boiled, soft boiled- those are Draco's favorites, I'll make those. Then it hit her, Draco wouldn't be there to eat her eggs that morning, or any eggs, no matter how they were cooked, ever again, he was dead. She, determined to get through breakfast without a breakdown, pulled her self together and decided on scrambled, the boy's favorite. After finishing this she looked at the time and realized that it was only four o'clock, she still had two hours before Draak or Andreas would even think of getting up. She put a quick warming charm on the food and decided to start packing. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she was going.

Both the boys slept in until eight and then woke up, but of course when they sleep in, the baby has to get up early. Ginny went to get him out of his room around seven fifteen. She fed them all breakfast, noticing once again that they had the table manners and the appetite of a Weasley. She explained to Draak, as both of the other boys were too young to understand, that he and his brothers would be staying the week with Grandma and Uncle Bill starting tomorrow night, and that they wouldn't be coming back here.

"Cousins?" He asked with a bright face. Bill's kids were seven, five, four, and two. Draak and Ayden were very close. She was glad that he could enjoy some time with him before everything sunk in.

"Yes, bud, Ayden will be there, you can even share his room." She gave him a small smile and sighed. He's lucky at least he'll remember his Daddy, just a little. "So, let's get packing! Aunt Tonks, Uncle Ron, and Aunt Hermione will be here in a little while to help us pack and take Andreas and Charles." At the mention of his name Charlie burst out in tears. "Watch your brother Draak; I'm going to go calm Charlie down." Ginny had wanted to name Charles, Charlie, but Draco wouldn't stand for it, so they went with Charles, but everyone except Draco and Narcissa called him Charlie. Charlie Weasley had died alongside Mr. Weasley, they had mourned for a long time, but life went on.

A few minutes later Ginny and the boys watched as the fire flared, letting out identical twin girls. "Hello, Aunt Gin!"

"How are you, Dahlia, Thalia?" The question was forgotten as, "Tonks!" Ginny shouted, seeing that their Mother had soon followed.

"Hi Ginny," She said, coming over to engulf her in a hug, knocking over a few boxes on her way, "How are you holding up?" She whispered.

"I'm alive." Ginny told her.

"Well, have no fear, Auntie Tonks is here!" She said a large grin upon her face. She started giving out orders. "Ginny- you will be packing all the bedrooms, I'll take the living and sitting rooms. When Molly gets here she'll take the kitchen. Ron has the dining room. Hermione has all the closets and storage spaces. Thalia, Dahlia – you two and Norman when he gets here- are given the task of watching all of your younger cousins, got it?" She looked them in the eye with "the look", the one that all of us get from our mothers at some point in our lives.

They gave her a salute and yelled, "Mother, yes, Mother!" Much like there Uncles Fred and George. The others soon arrived to help, and with the force of the Weasleys the home was soon packed and ready to be moved. Now if only there was a place to move it to…

A/N- This was my first two chapters, because they are really short ones! Forgive me though, it's my very first fiction on my own, and I have up to chapter eight, and they do get longer! Review! Even if it's critique, I'm a young writer, and I still have time to learn!