Disclaimer; I own nothing!

A/N Most of you were probably expecting an update to 'Beautiful'. But I have some fine tuning to do on the next chapter soinstead of giving you nothing at all I am giving you the final chapter to this story.

Here it is. The last chapter of this story. I hope you all liked this story as well as I did. This last chapter is probably different from what everyone expected, more or less. Pay attention to the last word of the story, I finished it a'la JK Rowling (in book seven at least)! I had fun writing it. Happy reading and review, review, review!

A big thanks to SVELTE who was my 1000th reviewer! Thanks so much!

(p.s. Right now I have no sequel planned. I am going to work on my other stories for a while. But you never know in the future. ;)

The Flood

Draco was unsure of what had drawn him to that park in the late days of summer. He had a strong sense of deja'vu as he wandered around the lush green lawns. He had never been there before as far as he knew, but something was there, something had drawn him there. It was the first time he had ventured out of the manor in quite a while. Dressed all in black he stood out among the summer colors of the other people in the park. The sun was setting in the sky as he sat and watched the muggles with their children. In the distance the heard a magical sound. A pop. The sound of someone apperating. And that someone showed up to the park a few minutes later. It was Granger, and she was pushing a buggy. She sat and cuddled the tiny baby for a few minutes while he watched in silence. But then she stood up, and her eyes connected with his. And then 'bam' it hit him. He felt slightly dizzy; flashes of memories came flooding into his brain. A flash of Snape ordering his mum's death. A flash of collapsing in a pub and a girl wiping his face with a wet cloth. A flash of waking up in Harry Potter's house. A flash of Granger healing him and wrapping his wounds. A flash of dinner with Potter, and Weasley and Granger. A flash of falling into the bathtub with Granger. A flash of a mirror with a reflection of him, Granger and three children. A flash of a confrontation with Snape. Over and over these flashes invaded his brain. He fell to his knees holding his head. Too much information was flowing into his head at once. A flash of kissing Granger and her kissing him back. A flash of him making love to her. A flash of turning into Weasley and getting a new wand in Diagon Alley. A flash of confronting his aunt near his mum's tomb. A flash of Dementors swarming.

Across the park Hermione saw him holding his head and then falling to his knees. She wondered what was the matter. She started pushing Emily towards him thinking he was ill.

He felt like his eyes would pop out of his head at any moment. More and more memories came streaming into his head. His vision blurred and then blackness…

Hermione saw him fall to the ground and her heart nearly stopped. Some of the other mothers looked over at him. One of them yelled for someone to call an ambulance.

"NO!" Hermione yelled. "He's a friend of mine. I'll take care of him."

The woman looked at Hermione like she was mad, but she didn't care. She used her wand from behind the buggy to get him to his feet and mimic him walking along.

"See, he's walking. He'll be fine." She held him up with one hand and pushed Emily with the other. Soon they were at the doorstep of number 12 Grimmauld place. She pushed the door open and called for help.

"Harry, Ginny, Ron? Anyone? I need help!" she called. They all ran into the sitting room where she pushed an unconscious Draco onto the floor.

"What the…" Harry started. "Where did he come from?"

"In the park. I was there with Emily and I saw him and he just looked like something was hurting his head and then he collapsed. I don't know what happened."

Hermione's face was white with fear.

"Help me get him on the couch Ron." Harry said. Ron grabbed his feet and Harry grabbed his arms and they placed him on the sofa.

"What is wrong with him Harry?" Hermione asked. Emily started to fuss.

"I don't know 'Mione. Ginny can you get me some cold water and some washcloths?"

Ginny nodded and ran off to the kitchen, retuning a moment later with the items. Hermione dipped the rag into the cool water and wiped his face off. He stirred slightly and leaned into the coolness of the washrag. She was terrified of how he would react when he came to.

"Owl Cho Ginny. I don't know what happened, but it can't be good."

Faint voices and visions swarmed in Draco's brain. It was like being locked in a nightmare that he just couldn't wake up from. Months and months of solitude, loneliness, missing a vital piece of his soul. He heard voices around him but was unable to open his eyes. The flowery scent of a familiar perfume lingered in the air. And the woodsy smell of a place he was sure he had been to before. Something cool touched his face and he welcomed the sensation. He tried desperately to open his eyes, but his body just would not cooperate with him. Soon he fell back into his thoughts and could hear nothing else.

Cho arrived within minutes of receiving the owl.

"What happened Hermione?" she asked looking Draco over.

"I don't know. I was in the park with Emily and he saw us, and then it looked like something was hurting. He gripped his head and then passed out." she replied in a worrisome tone.

"Well his heartbeat is strong. And his color is good…well good for him. He always was a bit pale." Cho snickered. "He may have had a memory come back to him. Or several at once. Something like a flood breaking a dam. When he comes around we will see." she finished before taking a seat across from him.

Hermione put Emily to sleep and sat in front of the couch waiting for Draco to stir. It was several hours before he showed any signs of life.

And when his eyes slowly opened he saw her. He saw her sitting beside him. Eyes red from crying and stress and lack of sleep. He saw her resting her hand on top of his. He saw her. His Hermione. And he remembered everything.

She saw his eyes open and pulled away her hand in fear. Cho said he 'might' remember some things. And she didn't want to scare him by touching him too soon. He raised his head slightly and looked at his surroundings. Hermione was seated on the floor beside the sofa. Harry and Ginny watched curiously from the love seat. Ron was sitting by the window waiting for something to happen. And Cho was in the chair across from him.

"What happened?" he asked sleepily.

"Do you remember anything?" Cho asked cautiously.

"I was in a park…" he said. "Why was I there?"

"Do you remember anything else? Do you know the people in this room?" she asked continuing to examine him.

"Of course. Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione." he said pointing around the room. Hermione's heart leapt at the sound of her name on his lips.

"Do you remember her finding you in South America a year and a half ago?" Cho asked looking in his eyes.

"Yes, why all the questions?" he growled.

Hermione couldn't wait another second. She threw herself into his arms and hugged tightly.

"What was that for?" he mused.

"I have missed you so much." she said. "Living here without you has been unbearable." tears were running down her already red eyes.

"Where have I been?" he asked. It was clear that though he may have gained back his previous memory, the past year apart from them had been lost in the flood.

"It doesn't matter." she said kissing him softly. "You are here now. And we can be a family."

"Family?" he asked. Hermione realized how much he had to learn now that he was back with her.

"Yes. Family." she smiled walking over to the cradle and picking up Emily. His eyes widened as Hermione approached him with this tiny bundle.

"Emily Narcissa, this is your daddy. Draco, this is your daughter." she handed the baby girl to him and a million emotions came rushing into him. Happiness, serenity, love, sadness, joy. His daughter looked up at him with his exact eyes.

"Hello Emily." he whispered. "Emily Narcissa?" he said looking up at Hermione. Tears welled in his eyes. She had named her after his mother. Even though he wasn't there for her. Even though the last year of his life was now as blurry as the previous year had been she had done that out of respect and love for him.

"I just don't understand how I could have been so stupid as to miss her birth." he said staring at his daughter.

"When Snape cursed you, you almost died. You lost a lot of blood and oxygen to the brain. You had amnesia. But I think with some work we can reconstruct the last year." Cho said making notes with her quill.

"No. I don't want to remember anything of my life without her, them." he corrected. Hermione at the two of them, she had never been so happy. This happiness lasted all of two seconds. Just then Viktor came in the room and saw her sitting there with Draco.

"Vat is this?" he asked.

"Can I have a word with you Viktor?" Hermione asked. "Be right back angel." she said to her daughter.

"Vat is going on? Vat is he doing here?" Viktor asked, no demanded.

"He has his memory back!" she gushed "Isn't it wonderful?"

"Vere does that leave me?" he asked already knowing the answer.

"Oh Viktor!" she replied giving him a big hug. "I feel like I used you. I do care for you. But I love him. And she is our daughter; she deserves to know her father."

"I see. Do you not think I haff feelings for her as vell?" he asked back. "I haff cared for her for the past few months. Does that mean nothing?"

Hermione felt her heart hurting again. He was right. He had taken time off from Quidditch. He had cared for her during Hermione's depression. He had bought Emily everything she needed. She was the only father Emily knew.

"I am so sorry Viktor. But I will never deny you seeing her. Would you be her godfather?" she asked with tears running down her cheeks.

"And vat about us? Do I mean nothing to you as vell?" his eyes were glossing too.

"You are more than a friend to me. And I care for you deeply. Just not in that way. You have been so wonderful comforting me and taking care of me when I was pregnant. But I love him." she said softly.

"I see." Viktor replied looking down on the floor.

"I'm sorry Viktor. But don't shut me out as a friend." she stood on her toes and kissed him on the cheek.

"I won't" he replied walking up the back steps, presumably to collect his things. Hermione wiped her eyes and walked back into the sitting room where Emily had fallen asleep in her father's arms.

"What was that about?" Draco asked.

"I'll tell you another time. Right now I just want to sit here and enjoy watching you and our daughter." she said leaning her head on his shoulder.

They had a small wedding the following September. Just close friends and family. Hermione wore a simple white silk gown that flowed in the autumn breeze behind her. The wedding took place at the manor, after extensive renovations. The gardens were redone to make a beautiful outdoor backdrop. Roses, hydrangeas, gardenias, fragrant jasmine and lavender surrounded them during the ceremony. Draco hired a band to play soft music and the guest sat at tables surrounding the alter. They danced the night away under the stars at the reception.

Harry, Ginny, Ron and Luna eventually got married in a double ceremony. Harry and Ron both became Aurors. Ginny stayed at home and had a little boy who they named Sirius a year later. Luna took over as editor of the 'Quibbler', still running stories on fantastic beasts and her hunts for them.

After great consideration, Draco decided to sell the manor and buy a home closer to London where Hermione was training to be a healer. They found an absolutely charming home in Wizarding London that they fell in love with right away. It was a pale blue house with a large porch and a white picket fence. She felt strongly that she had seen this house somewhere before and insisted that this was their house.

Just over two years later Brennan Harry was born. A healthy boy who was the spitting image of Draco as a baby. Emily was fascinated with her baby brother and was insistent on trying to take care of him on her own.

Five and a half years later Roslyn Katherine came into the world. Hermione was completely surprised when she found out she was pregnant. This pregnancy was like no other. And Roslyn was like no other baby. She never cried, and smiled almost from the day she was born. She was the light of Hermione's life. She even took time off from working at St. Mungo's to stay home and be a full time mother. Draco was working in the ministry. Head of Magical law enforcement. One spring day she was standing on the front porch watching her kids play in the front yard. She was holding Roslyn on her hip.

"Brennan, Emily, come in and wash your hands. Dinner will be ready in a moment and your father will be home in less than a minute." she called to them. They dropped the ball and ran top speed up the front steps and into the house.

"Slow down." she said to them as they flew past. She turned to the baby. "Roslyn, what am I going to do with your brother and sister?" she asked softly. The baby giggled and cooed. She walked back into the house and put the baby in a playpen. Hermione walked into the kitchen and with a wave of her wand finished dinner. Pot roast, potatoes and green beans. She set the table and heard a large pop from the living room.

"Daddy's home!" she heard Brennan yell before the sound of two sets of feet came running down the steps.

"Daddy, daddy!" her children shouted at their father. He scooped them up into his arms and showered them with affection. Affection he missed out on as a child from his own father. Hermione walked up to him and kissed him on his pale cheek.

"Hello love." she said. "Hard day at the office?" He smiled at her.

"Yes," Draco said, "brutal." He sat down at the table. The two children followed suit.

Hermione put the baby into a highchair next to her and set the food on the table.

"Daddy," Brennan started. "When will I be old enough to go to Hogwarts?"

"Oh, I think it will be at least five years son." he said messing up his son's hair.

"You have to be eleven." Emily said with the infamous Malfoy smirk. "That means I can go in three years."

"Why does Emily get to go first?" Brennan whined.

"Because she is older." Hermione told him. "Now start eating your dinner or no quidditch practice afterwards."

Brennan began to eat despite his sister teasing him about going to school first.

When dinner was finished Hermione cleaned it up and Draco took the kids outside to play quidditch in the yard. She put the baby to sleep after a quick bath and was reading on the couch when her other two kids came running in.

"Go upstairs and get ready for bed, we'll be up to tuck you in in a minute." Draco said before making his way over to the couch where his wife was sitting.

"Hey." he said the corners of his mouth upturned in a smile. "Alone at last." He leaned in and kissed her softly momentarily taking her attention away from the book.

"Hey back." she said responding to his kiss hungrily.

"Once the kids are asleep how about opening that wine we brought back from Italy?" he suggested huskily in her ear.

"I was saving that for when Ginny and Harry stopped over but if you want to ruin our dinner party next week, be my guest." she grinned. Draco scowled.

"We had better go check on them and get them into bed. You know how they like to dawdle." Hermione said sleepily.

"Okay, let's tuck them in and get to bed ourselves." he grinned. Hermione rolled her eyes and got up off of the couch. They walked up the stairs hand in hand before she heard a scream.

Hermione broke away from Draco's grip and took the stairs two at a time. She checked Emily's room first. Emily was sitting on her bed brushing her hair.

"Who screamed?" she asked her daughter.

"I didn't hear anything mum." Emily said puzzled. Draco caught up with her.

"What is going on?"

"Someone screamed." Hermione said breathlessly running to Brennan's room. He was in bed waiting for his kiss goodnight.

"I'll be right back Brennan." she said racing to Roslyn's pink nursery. She flung open the door and put her hands over her mouth in horror.

Standing in the nursery, holding her tiny baby was Voldemort. The baby didn't make a sound as Voldemort silkily stroked her baby fine blonde hair.

"Put her down you sick fuck!" Draco said shouting and pulling his wand out of his robes.

"Shhhh…you'll wake her." Voldemort said with some kind of a putrid smile on his face.

"Give her to me." Hermione demanded. She walked right up to Voldemort, not a bit scared for herself.

"Where are your manners? You and your blood traitor husband didn't even invite me to the wedding or send me a birth announcement." he hissed.

"Are you addled in the brain? Did Azkaban do this to you?" Draco spat back. "Release my daughter now." his wand was pointed directly at Voldemort's heart.

"Put your wand away boy. It will do no good against me. You see my most faithful servant Snape escaped Azkaban and reunited my body with my last Horcrux. And to reward him, I promptly killed him and made another Horcrux to protect me."

Draco's hand was shaking a bit.

"LET HER GO!" Hermione screamed. Just then Brennan and Emily walked in the room.

"Mum, Dad? What's going on? Who is that and why is he holding Roslyn?" Emily said wide-eyed.

"GO BACK TO BED." Draco roared. The two frightened children, who had never heard their father yell, obeyed immediately.

"How sweet they are." Voldemort hissed through his teeth.

"Don't you even look at them!" Hermione shrieked. "Give me my baby!"

"How rude of me. Here she is….AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Hermione's scream shook the very foundation of the tiny house.

A jet of green light flew from Voldemort's wand towards the baby. But Roslyn continued to smile. The light hit Roslyn full in the chest, but a faint glow of white light was surrounding her. The green light couldn't penetrate it. The harder Voldemort concentrated on sending the light, the brighter the white light became. Finally he was unable to push the light any further and he let go of his wand as the white light hit him in the chest. Voldemort stumbled backwards and fell to the floor of the nursery dropping Roslyn on the way down. When she hit the floor she screamed loudly. Hermione ran over to her and scooped her up from the floor. There was blood rushing from her head. Draco aimed his wand at Voldemort stupefying him first and then binding him with invisible ropes and kicking his wand out of the way. He checked on the other kids and then owled the ministry to pick Voldemort up and escort him back to Azkaban. Hermione was in the small upstairs bathroom wiping her daughter's forehead with a cool wet cloth. The blood stopped flowing eventually, and Roslyn stopped crying. Draco helped the others get Voldemort out of the house before running upstairs to be with Hermione and the kids. Emily and Brennan were standing outside of the bathroom wide-eyed.

"Is she okay mum?" Emily asked voice full of concern for her little sister.

"I think so." Hermione said hugging Roslyn.

"What's that mum?" Brennan asked pointing at the bloody mark on Roslyn's forehead.

"She fell." Hermione said inspecting the wound closely making sure Roslyn didn't have to go to St. Mungo's.

"Interesting cut." Draco said looking at it. And it was.

Hermione lifted the rag and looked at her baby daughter's head.

"Will she have that forever?" Emily asked. Hermione looked again and nodded.

She was shocked to see what would eventually be a tiny heart shaped scar.

The End