A/N: Chapter 2, I think still sucked. I just need to make them longer. This chapter is a little longer I hope. Sry for not updating sooner. I've been so caught up in LOTS of stuff and finishing my novel. So here is chapter 3 finally. Enjoy! Oh! And yes, I use the word arse. Too much British tele.

Chapter Three: Moving Away

Ginny came home with Rose sleeping on her shoulder. Her little girls' head heavy against her, adding more weight to the already large burden of getting over her husband's death. Hermione and Ron had driven her home in their own flying car with their own four children.

"Is Uncle Harry coming back?" little Faith had asked from her car seat. Hermione looked at her husband who was driving and answered her daughters question when Ron just shrugged at her.

"I don't know baby..." she trailed off.

The memory stopped and she proceeded to putting her little girl in her crib. Ginny tossed and turned in her own bed with all the cares and thoughts and doubts of her world on her mind. She couldn't go to sleep unless she had a reasonable explanation for solving her problems. Now sitting up in bed with the light on, she crawled slowly out of bed as her eyes fought her to close them.

Steaming hot tea ready for her on the stove surprised her. Toast popping out of the toaster and then a butter knife spreading strawberry jam over the toasted bread. The fireplace was going and sitting in the rocking chair was Remus Lupin sipping coffee from one of Harry's old mug's.

"Ginny, come, sit," he said openly as he gestured to the open sofa.

"What are you doing in my house Remus?"

"We need to talk. Now." He flicked his wand and the sofa swept her off her feet. A cup of tea flew from across the room and landed in her hands. "Now, we have urgent business to discuss-"

"What business do we need to talk about at...3:00 in the morning? It's about Rose isn't it? I talked to you and him about this a year ago-!"

"Calm down Ginny. There are just a few things we need to discuss..."

"Just please make this quick," she whined and threw her head back in frustration and tiredness.

"The Dark Lord's followers are still alive Ginny, and you need protection from someone from the Order. And one of our members has been gracious enough to take you in for protection and a home. Mr.Malfoy has opened his home to you, we just need you to finalize some things and pack to move tomorrow-"

"Tomorrow?" Ginny cried incredulously, spilling her tea all over, "Why TOMORROW?"

"The Order needs to get you out of here straight away! Who knows what or who is on your trail right now to kill you. Ginny, yesterday there was a massive prison break from Azkaban. Fifteen former Death Eaters are loose! And they're coming for you!" Lupin warned.

"I'll start packing. Thank you Remus. For everything...really."

"Rose, we're almost there," Ginny cooed to her baby in her sleep. Rose turned over a few times and then settled in a position as if she was saying "Okay."

"I still don't see why Malfoy is taking you in," Ron complained from the driver's seat of the flying car. "Gin, we could've taken you in at our house, I don't see why that arsehole-"

"Ron, just shut up. He was kind enough to help us in our time of need." She gave him a warning glance that made him immedeatly close his mouth and focus on driving. "I understand your point Ron, but it would be too obvious to stay at your house. And I don't want you guys getting hurt-" she broke off with a small sob as she realized what she had brought upon herself.

"Aww...Ginny, it wasn't your fault. This is what fate had in store for Harry." Ron soon realized he had said the wrong thing when her sobs grew louder. "Please don't cry, we're almost there. I can just see the tops of those deadly looking spires right now." He swooped around the manor once and executed a perfect landing on the equally perfect trimmed lawn. "Do you want me to walk you up?" Ginny looked up at her fear. Coming to this place. Malfoy Manor which loomed drearily, casting a dark shadow on the hill it sat on.

"No thank you..." She kept staring at the mansion as unknown fear and passion tingled up her spine. Despite her protest, Ron picked up the two suitcases Ginny had packed for Rose and herself and followed his sister up the walkway to the door.

She hadn't known the door was in front of her until Ron reaced out and knocked on it. His knock echoed over grounds and seemed to go on for eternity. She looked at the door. Tall, elegant, and gothic. Just like the rest of the manor.

Ginny considered leaving if it weren't for that the moment she was about to turn around and go back to the flying car, the door opened. Her stomach lurched and felt as if it was in her throat. She didn't want to know what was on the other side of that door. It scared poor Ginny out of her wits to think that the next chapter of her life would be stuck living at Malfoy Manor for the next couple of years, trying to raise her only child among the presence of Mr.Draco Malfoy himself.

The door opened to its full extent and the brother and sister stared into the deep exterior of the mansion which was nothing but what seemed a black abyss. So then with a deep intake of breath, she took a step into the house and exhaled in uncertainty, looking around the dark entryway decorated with elaboratly carved items and a rug woven with fairies, nymps, and druads that seemed to dance before her eyes.

"Mr.Malfoy is in the dining room Ms.Weasley," a voice droned. It was a ghost, dressed like a butler who was floating in front of her very eyes. She flinched a little when he used her maiden name. Ginny nodded and she followed the floating ghost and looked back at her brother who was trying to be reassuring in his eyes as he set down her bags and proceeded to the door. Before he left, it was as if his eyes said: 'Good luck sis.' But why good luck? She would be safe at the manor, why good luck?

She kept following the ghost butler until the came to two tall, oak doors. Pushing apprehensivly on them, Ginny entered the dining room and the first thing she saw was him. His cold gray eyes of stone and clouds made her feel that there was more to fear than what she had percieved there would be.

"Hello Ginevra."