After the war
By Adaia Swordmaiden
Summary: Pathetic name but it's to the point. Set after the war, Voldermort has been killed and the Death Eaters sent to Azkaban which is now guarded by humans. The story is better than the summary says.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything in the Harry Potter series. I do, however, own Guinevere and all other unfamiliar characters.
Chapter 2
Ginny knocked on the door of the large house, glancing upwards. The door opened and Hermione grinned out at her, her dress stretched slightly over her swollen, pregnant belly.
"Ginny!" she cried, stepping back so that her friend could come in. "How are you? Where's Harry?"
"Oh, I'm great. He should be along in a few minutes," Ginny said, smiling at her friend. "He had to finish something up for work." Hermione beamed at her and they walked into the kitchen, chattering away. Ron looked up as they came in and grinned at them.
"How you going, Gin?" he asked, coming over and giving his sister a hug and his wife a kiss. "Where's Harry?"
"He had to finish something for work," Ginny said. "What's for dinner?"
"Pasta!" he said and Ginny stifled a laugh.
"He insisted on cooking the muggle way," Hermione said with a laugh, making no effort to stifle it. "And it's Dobby's day off." Ginny grinned. There was a knock on the door and Hermione ran to answer it. She came back a second later with Harry in tow. Soon Ginny, Hermione and Harry were seated at the table and Ron began to serve the pasta. It was actually quite good. During dinner they talked a lot about different friends and about work.
"So what was it that kept you back at work?" Ron asked Harry.
"I had to escort Meliflua to Azkaban and I ran into Malfoy," Harry said. Everyone paused eating. "He asked me to get a healer for a girl who was in the same cell as him so that held me up."
"What did she have?" Ron asked who was a healer at St. Mungo's.
"The healer said she had meningococcal meningitis and that she would have died if she had been left any longer," Harry said. "I'm going to ask your dad if he can get a few healers to be posted at Azkaban." Ron nodded. Harry frowned slightly.
"What is it, Harry?" Ginny asked.
"Nothing," Harry muttered and they all went back to their pasta. After dinner, the two women went off to talk and Harry and Ron were left in the kitchen to talk.
"I know that it wasn't nothing," Ron said and Harry knew what he was talking about. "Spit it out."
"He just didn't seem guilty," Harry said. "I know that it sounds silly but I don't think that Malfoy is guilty." Ron was about to answer when they heard Hermione cry out and Ginny rushed into the kitchen.
"Quick, she's in labour," she cried before rushing back out of the room again, Ron and Harry running after her. They found Hermione lying on her bed, her face contorted in pain and her breath coming in ragged gasps, Ginny holding her hand. Ron hurried to her. Then he looked back at Harry.
"She won't be able to make it to St. Mungo's," he said. "Go and get towels and hot water - about 21 ºC." Harry nodded and ran out of the room. Hermione cried out again. "You're doing fine, Hermione," Ron said, smiling encouragingly at her. Harry returned with the water to see Ron turn around, holding two small babies. He grinned at Harry. "Harry, meet Molly Charlotte Weasley and Jacqueline Michelle Weasley," he said, beaming.
"Ronald Weasley, give them back before I curse you," Hermione said and they all laughed. Ron handed the two baby girls back to their mother and Ginny and Harry left to give them some privacy. A little bit later, Ron came out, wiping his hands.
"They're asleep," he said as they pounced on him for news. "She's absolutely exhausted and I don't blame her." He glanced at the floor. "Also…" He looked up. "We'd like you two to be their god-parents."
"We'd love to!" Ginny said and Harry nodded, grinning at his friend. Ron looked relieved.
"Good, because our only other choice was Fred and Angelina."
Seven years later…
Draco walked to the bars of the cell.
"What is it?" he snarled at Meliflua who smirked.
"Would you or your little girlfriend like to get out?" he asked. Draco stared at him.
"Why?" he asked suspiciously. Meliflua smirked again.
"Now you're being nice. We're organising a prison break. Are you in or out? You're not finding anything else out until you say," Meliflua said. Draco thought for a moment.
"I'll tell you soon," he said brusquely. Meliflua nodded and Draco went back to his bunk, watching Guinevere. He knew that she was not coping with prison life although she had been there for seven years. Only the hope that she might be given a trial and found innocent kept her going but even that hope was dwindling. She needed to get out soon but her sentence was for fifty years. She mumbled in her sleep and sat up. She smiled tiredly at him but he didn't smile back.
"What's the matter?" she asked, frowning.
"If you could get out of here, would you?" he asked. She paused.
"If you were going, yes," she replied. "I couldn't survive out there or in here on my own and you're the only friend I have." She didn't seem embarrassed to say it.
"Right," Draco said and stood up, walking over to the bars. "Meliflua." Meliflua came over to the bars and Draco nodded. "We're both in." Meliflua nodded.
"It's all worked out," he said, keeping his voice low. "Tomorrow night, when you're out, run to the right of your cage. You'll be told the rest from there."
Harry opened the door to his family's house and went inside, taking off his coat and hanging it up.
"Daddy!" his five-year-old daughter, Samantha, cried out as she hurtled out of the kitchen. Harry laughed and swept her up into his arms. Ginny came out of the kitchen, smiling.
"Ah, you've caught the runaway," she said. "Samantha won't eat her spaghetti." Samantha pouted.
"I'm not Samantha," she said stubbornly. "I'm Sammy."
"Well, Sammy, do you want ice-cream?" Harry asked, knowing that this was the only way to get Sammy to do anything. She nodded quickly, suddenly a picture of innocence. "Well you have to eat your spaghetti without complaint before you get any." She pouted again and wriggled until Harry set her down. She trudged back to the kitchen and, when Ginny and Harry went in after her, they found her forking the spaghetti into her mouth with many grimaces and retching sounds. She looked up at them, a strand of spaghetti hanging from the corner of her mouth.
"Now can I have some ice-cream?" she asked with a wheedling tone in her voice. "I've eaten most of the yummy, yummy spaghetti."
Draco kept an eye on the corridor outside the cell while Guinevere fiddled with the corner of her blanket. They didn't seem any different but inside they were edgy. They heard a groan and a thud and froze. Meliflua hurried to the bars and Draco and Guinevere did the same, trying to peer down the corridor. There was the padding of a large animal and many footsteps bounding down the cold flagstones towards them, the same word murmured over and over again. Suddenly there was a small group of people running past, led by a huge, shaggy grey wolf. One of the people stopped and pointed a wand, obviously stolen from a guard, at the locks on the cells which exploded. Meliflua, Draco and Guinevere hurried out into the corridor and began to run full pelt down it, after the rest of the escaped prisoners. An alarm must have been sounded for guards suddenly appeared but the stolen wands and the wolf made short work of them. A few were stunned but then the stunners were stunned themselves. Draco grabbed a wand off one of the guards and soon they were out in the fresh air. Free.
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