Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini stood there in the cemetery, trying their best to hold back their tears. Who would of thought something like this would of happened? Did Draco deserve to be hurt like this? The only person he ever truly loved has now left him. She wasn't supposed to go like that. He told her to stay behind, to stay outside where it was safe. He guessed she didn't. Once he entered the manor, he found everyone dueling and fighting. He's never seen so many Death Eaters in his entire life. Apparently, under cover agents for the Order attended the party and disguised themselves as other people. Felicity and Derek Zabini held the engagement party as a battleground, faking the engagement all together.

Blaise was ecstatic when he heard the news, but what made him even more surprised was that the one he really wanted to marry, was deceased. They told him that her body was no where to be found, and that maybe the Death Eaters kidnapped her. Her darling sister was gone, too; leaving nothing but a pink shoe. Blaise was distraught. He wouldn't come out of his bedroom for days. He's even tried killing himself. There really was no point in living in any longer for him. Why did he leave her in the woods like that? How could he be so stupid? He had heard the explosion and left her there to sleep, so he could see what was going on.

The whole engagement was a fake. They planned all of it to capture Keira's father, the second hand man to the Dark Lord. Who would have ever thought that he would do such a thing? Many people thought Lucius Malfoy was the second in command, but to everyone's surprise, he worked for the Order, getting information on where the Death Eaters would attack. Keira seemed pretty relieved to hear about the phony marriage. She jumped for joy when her mother told her that.

The battle in the ballroom was none too good. So many were injured and four have died. Four lives have been taken from the wizarding world and so many people resented that. A girl of only sixteen was taken from her family, her friends, her boyfriend. A smart witch of seventeen is missing, not knowing that her parents had died. Her younger sister has been missing, too, probably out trying to find her family. Last, but not least, a man of twenty one risked his life to save his best friend.

Draco stood there, staring down at the tombstone. It's been one month since that faithful day on December 20. He bent down in front of the gravestone and traced his finger along the lining.

Virginia Weasely
Beloved Daughter, Friend, and Sister
1988-2004
"To the world you may be one person,
But, to one person you may be the world"

How could she just leave him like that? They were supposed to get married and have plenty of red haired children running around their home. He would step through the door and be welcomed by his family, all giving him hugs and kisses. He wouldn't have that anymore. He wouldn't wake up to her beautiful and angelic face in the morning and sleep with her tired and weary face at night. They were meant to be together, and so be it, they will.

Blaise Zabini had the same thoughts that Draco had. He and Hermione were engaged .. Engaged! How could God just take her away when he wasn't looking? He blamed himself for her death, for her pain. He was the one who left her. He was the one who had to scurry off and find out what made that noise. One month without Hermione was hell for him. What hurt even more was the fact that even Olivia was gone. He didn't care what people thought, but, for some odd reason, he saw Olivia as his daughter. He took care of her, tucked her in at night, he even read her a story once. That's how he wanted it to be. It would be him, Hermione, Olivia and more kids of their own. His daughters would have his eyes and her hair; his sons would have his cunningness and her smarts. All in all, their children would be perfection. He looked at the two tombstones that laid right beside Ginny's.

Hermione Jessyca Granger
Loving Daughter, Friend, and Sister
1987-2004
"Cowards die many times before their deaths,
The valiant taste death only once."

The next stone read ..

Olivia Marie Granger
Precious Daughter, Friend and Sister
1998-2004
"What do you do when the only person who
Can dry your tears, is the one who made
You cry in the first place?"

Blaise read these tombstones over and over, memorizing each and every word. Shifting his gaze over to the tombstone to the left of Ginny's, it read ..

David Leopold Retome
1983-2004
Brave Son, Friend and Brother
"The scariest thing about memories,
Is thinking you will forget about them."

Unlike the three girls' bodies, they found David's. He was hit with the killing curse, saving George from it. David died a brave man, a loved friend, a cherished son. What no one knew though, was that David was the only person who knew about the secret. The secret of the other three deaths, that weren't really deaths at all.

Ginny Weasely woke up to the same bedroom she's been sleeping in for the past month. It was a lovely room, lined with red and gold. The walls were a dark blood red color and the ceiling was a dark yellow. It suit her nicely and she loved waking up every morning to it. For thirty-one days, Ginny and Hermione have been trying to contact their families, but to no avail. The house had some sort of barrier around it. You can only open the windows and step into the backyard. Other than that, you weren't allowed in the outside world. Their food would always stock up on its own every Monday of every week. It was strange really. They wondered if David planned this all, or was it just a coincidence? Maybe David didn't know he transported them that night ..

Walking out of the room and to the bathroom, Ginny heard the toilet flush. "She always wakes up early .. Always .." mumbled Ginny, standing in front of the door and waiting for her friend to come out. Olivia was probably still sleeping, curled up in a tiny ball. Hermione's been teaching her a few simple spells and some Muggle subjects. Olivia was just as smart as her sister, and Hermione was proud.

"Mione!" yelled Ginny, really needing to relieve herself. "I bloody have to go! Let me in!" She heard her friend scurry around in there, throwing something out and then flushing the toilet once more. "How many times does she have to pee?" Ginny asked herself.

Leaning against the wall, Ginny heard the door open. "Finally!" she shrieked. "What the hell were you doing in there?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "We had chili last night .. There was a bit of a stomach problem .. I will not say anything further .."

Ginny made a disgusted face. "Ugh .. That is so sick. That was an over share!" Skipping through the bathroom door, Ginny shut it and locked it. Doing her business, she reached over and flushed the toilet, hearing that same swishing sound. "Aahh .." She walked over to the sink and washed her hands, rubbing soap between them under the water.

She didn't feel the need to take a shower today, it was much to early and she was way too lazy. Shutting off the faucet she dried her hands on the nearest towel and left the bathroom. Passing by Olivia's bedroom, she caught a glimpse of the girl huddled on the bed, the pillows and sheets thrown off. "She always sleeps so weird .." Ginny said to herself, skipping down the stairs and into the kitchen.

It was beautiful out. Ginny could see the sun's rays through the curtains that covered the window. Everyday, she would go outside into the backyard, just watching her surroundings. She wanted so much to leave this house and find Draco and her family. She missed them so much. Although she didn't know what happened to them, she still believed they were alive. Ginny and Hermione didn't know when they would get out of this house, but being the patient people they were, they decided to wait. They didn't have their wands, but the house itself was magical. Ginny grew accustomed to some of Hermione's Muggle ways. The house already had clothing in it and plenty of it. Ginny would do the 'laundry' as they call it every Saturday. She would piles and piles of her dirty clothing into a machine called a washer and then in a drier. It was confusing for her at first, but she really did enjoy seeing her clothing spin round and round. It was rather exciting.

Ginny stepped into the kitchen and found Hermione over the stove, cooking breakfast. She seemed to be deep in thought about something. "Hey, Mione .. You alright? You don't look too good .." Ginny was right, Hermione was a bit pale and her hair was a sweaty mess. "You sick?"

Hermione shook her head. "Just a bit of a cold." It was already January, a very cold and chilly month. "Haven't been able to sleep all night."

Ginny walked over to her and snatched the spatula away from her hand. "You .. Rest! I'll cook!" she said simply. "You need to get some sleep, Hon. You look exhausted."

Hermione sighed. "When are we going to get out of here, Gin? I can't stay cooped up in here any longer. We have no way of getting out and no way of people coming in .."

Ginny turned around to face her friend, who was now sitting down by the counter. "I thought we wouldn't talk about that."

"We can't just shove the topic aside as if it was nothing! We need to get out of here! What if one of us gets really sick and we'll need a Mediwitch?! What will we do then!?" Hermione asked frantically.

"I can help with that. I know a few healing spells and I can brew a few potions. Didn't you say there were a lot of ingredients upstairs in the attic?"

"Yes, I did. But, I'm saying .. What if one of us has a sickness that's incurable?! Ginny, we need to get out of here!"

"Hermione!" snapped Ginny. "We've tried to get out of here numerous times! The windows won't open, the front door is locked and the backyard is our only source of the outside world! We promised ourselves we wouldn't overreact for Olly! We need to stick together!"

Hermione scoffed. "Stick together?! Stick together?! I'm bloody locked up in this large house with my best friend and little sister! We have no way of getting out! How long are we going to stay here?! How long am I going to have to cook and clean every single bloody day?! That's all I ever do! All I do is cook .. Clean .. Look out the window .. Did you notice that the people who pass by the house don't even take a look at it!? What?! Is this house invisible?! I don't BLOODY UNDERSTAND ANYMORE!"

Ginny cringed at Hermione's outburst. She was usually the calm one who had to calm Ginny down. "Mione .. Please .." begged Ginny. "I know this is hard, but we're going to have to deal with it."

"I can't believe Dave did this to us! Why didn't he just let us fight?!" Hermione asked.

"He wanted to protect us .. Remember? Don't blame David for this .. He was just trying to help .." explained Ginny.

Hermione sniffled. "I can't do this for eight more months, Ginny."

Ginny looked at her, very confused. "And why is that, Hermione?"

Hermione met Ginny's gaze and sniffled once more, causing two tears to fall out of her left eye. "I think I'm pregnant."

(A/N:) .. i know .. i know .. its short .. but still .. had to get that out .. well .. here's another chappie for you guys .. i have so much school work to do right now .. so i don't know if i'll be updating anytime soon .. lets hope i do .. well please review .. i want to know what you all think .. this chapter i kinda sad .. then all surprising .. then all .. whoa dude! lol .. oh .. when you review .. can you please kindly tell me which chapter of this story was your fave? thanks.

as always - fawning over cheese,
chalk & gatorade.

btw: i made up my s/n chalk & gatorade .. mainly because i love chalk because its so .. i don't know .. chalky? and i simply adore gatorade .. its such a thirst quencher .. makes me want to cry !!