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UPDATED:9/30/2019

Chapter 46

December 29th, 1998

Christmas had come and gone, and the Order was still out of contact from the three kids on the run, Emma was growing depressed and her pregnancy was becoming complicated, painfully complicated. Sirius had kept near by his wife in fear she would miscarry or go into premature labor. He was terrified, "Emma, you can't let this keep getting to you," Sirius softly whispered, sitting next to his silently cry wife.

Emma was staring into the fireplace. Her cup of tea long ago cold for the chilling December weather. But she was hearing nothing of it as her eyes refilled with tears and began crying all over again, "Sirius, I promised James and Lily I would look after Harry, I swore at their graves, I swore to Hermione's parents I'd keep her safe before she wiped their memories weeks later, I swore to Narcissa I'd protect Draco. One was nearly gutted by his own cousin. Harry, Ron and Hermione are on the run for their lives and I am stuck here not able to do what I promised I'd do. Our son, our nephew, that beautiful girl, are all alone out there, and we can't even find them…" She cried, the teacup spilling over and clattering to the hardwood floors drawing a worried Tonks, Molly and the twins, who stood there sharing a concerned expression. Molly had held a hand to her mouth with worry and moved over the crying woman now held in her husband's arm attempting to comfort the crying and very pregnant Witch, "Emma,"

Tonks was worried her aunt would break her water from her constant tears and depression, Dora walked back into the kitchen and began getting more tea for the crying woman. She was glad the tea kettle had already been heated up previously just two minutes before, hoping the Chamomile and Lavender tea would help the crying redhead to relax a little.

Sitting beside the curled-up woman on the couch she went ahead and handed Emma the warm teacup, "Auntie?" Dora was relieved when Emma took the tea cup thankfully and sipped the herbal mix and seemed to relax just a bit, "What's wrong Auntie?" from the emotional roller coaster she had watched Emma go through the first pregnancy she noticed months previously that Emma was definitely going through a worse one this time around and Dora just hoped she herself didn't go through the same crazy emotions. But she couldn't be certain, she had noticed that she herself had been feeling rather moody lately, and Nymphadora Lupin hated being moody.

Her silence had been concerning, her very fallen face had brock their hearts. The twins had spoken up that they'd stay with her and took over in Sirius's place curling up with their Aunt near the fireplace and would occasionally crack a few jokes for their upset Aunt, they had been overjoyed when they had made her smile and managed to pull a giggle from her.

Sirius had excused himself to the kitchen to speak with Molly and Tonks, all clearly worried, "What's going on? She could put herself into premature labor, and if you haven't noticed there is a blizzard out there right now. We have no way to get her to a hospital, let alone for a doctor to come here." Molly whispered between the three with fright for the woman.

Sirius sighed, waving the two women to try to keep their voices down and gave his cousin a look of no when she opened her mouth to argue with him, "I know, I know. Dora, look you and Emma are both pregnant, but Emma is close to the final stages and she's panicking over Ron, Harry and Hermione and Draco. She's blaming herself but she's not understanding that what happened what not her fault, it wasn't any of ours -"

"It's mine and Hermione's." Draco sighed out, walking inside with Remus carrying firewood. His sudden confession confused them, "No, Draco, it's not your fault at all-"

"Finn got in by taking on Cedric Diggory and bringing the Diggory's wedding invitation to get through the shields that were up. He was the insider that helped the Death Eaters get in. He used Marlene as a hostage against me and Hermione, we had to stick together and in his line of sight, if we tried anything, he'd have either killed her or taken her and handed her over to Voldemort. We were trying to figure out how to warn everyone, but by the time everything unfolded it was too late." Draco confessed with a heavy sigh of disappointment.

The three adults stared at the poor seventeen-year-old boy, this was the first time he'd even spoke of it to anyone, "Draco, you were trying to keep him from taking Mars, there was nothing you could have done. It's not your faults." Tonks said sympathetically, Remus patted Draco after setting the firewood down on the shelves and squeezed his shoulder, "Draco, it's not your fault, and it's not Hermione's fault. You both did what any of us would have done, and that was following rules of an enemy to keep a child alive, and you both succeeded. Gabrielle would have greatly loved what you and Hermione both did for her child." Remus smiled softly to the down feeling young man.

Remus knew his and the others little speech had helped him remove some guilt of what had happened at the wedding, but as they spoke his ears had picked up the little pitter patters of tiny feet and little whimpering sniffs here and there as a child came down the steps in her long sleeved winter nightgown holding a red, gold, green and silver patch work teddy bear Gabrielle had made for the girl before she had been born. But her three-year-old chubby cheeks where streaming with tears, her blue eyes puffy from crying and hiccupping as Marlene trotted into the kitchen.

Molly moved around Tonks and Sirius, making her way to the crying child, "Mars-" she was stopped when Marlene moved around Molly's attempt to pick her up and trotted over to Draco, latching onto his legs.

Getting the hint, Draco sighed softly and picked the child up to comfort her tears, he knew exactly why she was crying, "Nightmare again?" Draco asked softly, bouncing the little girl in his arms as she went on ahead and continued her little whimpers into his sweatshirt with a small nod.

Marlene sniffed a few more times, wiping her face with the back of her hands, she was not only scared from the nightmares, but she was tired, it was almost midnight, but her sudden question regarding a certain person who hadn't returned for the holiday's yet, "Gin?"

"Ginny is still at school with your brother and sister." Draco informed her drawing a tired whine from the three-year-old and placed her head back to his shoulder, "Come on, you can sleep in Ginny's room. How does that sound?" but little Marlene shook her head 'no' rather upset.

The scene was sad but was kind of adorable at the same time as they watched.

"Well, then I need to figure out where you're going to sleep then. I know once you're up and out of your own bed you won't go back in there, will ya?" Draco asked, a small smile gracing his face trying to get the grumpy three-year-old to answer him as she shook her head, "Well, then how about Emma and Sirius?" once again Marlene shook her head, "how about the twins- wait, never mind, they toss and turn and one of you three would be knocked out of bed, how about Dora and Remus…. Hm, that sound good?" but again she shook her head, "Fine, wanna sleep in 'Mione's room? Ron's? No? Maybe Harry's? No? Mine? No? then where Mars, you have to sleep somewhere… How about Molly and Arthur?"

Marlene seemed to be growing irritated and started to slightly fuss a bit, constantly shaking her head, until finally giving a huff with an answer, "'Mione," she whined leaving Draco grinning and took the fusing toddler up to Hermione's room where she proceeded to scavenge around and found a T-shirt she had changed into and crawled into the bed. The moment Marlene had covered up she had yawned and fallen asleep instantly.

Leaving one of Hermione's small lamps on for her for a night light Draco left and back downstairs.

As the nights' drew on, Marlene had traveled around to each room of the missing kids and had kidnapped a shirt to use to sleep in for that night and had found her even sleeping in between the couples, even in the twin's rooms, Draco's and then Gregory's, who hadn't minded the attention from a child one bit, especially after losing his son and their grandchildren. Marlene had taken to him rather fast after that, Gregory had felt like he was a father again in some since.

January 1998

Screams filed the Malfoy manor as Bellatrix screamed in pain, Narcissa and Finn had helped her sister to her bedroom to lay her down on. Bellatrix breathing as best she could as she held a protective hand to her swollen abdomen, "It hurts! Sissy it hurts!" she screamed, "Lucius! Call for him! She's in labor!"

"Bu-but he's possible busy-" Bellatrix had stumbled as she reached the bedroom door, she hadn't even had the chance to eat breakfast that morning when she felt something strange, apparently, she had been having her contractions as she was in bed early that morning and thinking them just simple crepes. Her dark glare and pained screams she had turned on her cowardly brother in law had taken its toll on the wicked woman, but that morning she was to become a mother, and she wanted the father to be at least notified, "LUCIUS!"

Jumping from his terror Lucius took a few shaking breaths, "Alright!" he growled, trying to sound stern and in control, where he truly wasn't, and moved along, rolling his sleeve back and began to call for the Dark Lord.

It had only been ten minutes when a swirl of Dark smoke clouded the front foyer and bare feet slapped against the cold marble floors as Voldemort himself walked through the Manor, a grin wide across his face, he now had an heir to his soon throw to the Wizarding world. "Magnificent, where is she." Many times in his life, Voldemort felt happy, not regarding blood shed or power, but a sliver of hope of happiness, "Bellatrix is in her chambers my Lord, Narcissa is helping her as we speak." But their excitement was short lived when another and horrifying scream tore through the halls of the Manor, "HELP! I NEED HELP!" Narcissa's screams echoed through the Manor with horror as she screamed for aid.

Lucius had shared an equally worried look with his nephew. Voldemort himself didn't look remotely pleased, but rather disappointed.

Something had gone wrong in the Labor. But the words that left Voldemort's mouth left them all frozen in full disbelief, "Save the child if you can. If not, I'll try a different mate."

"But my lord, Bellatrix-"

"I could care less regarding that woman, Lucius. She's bearing me a child, an heir for the realm I am creating. Though, I doubt with my immortality coming together very soon I doubt I'll even need an heir! Put her out of her misery if it carries on too long."

The two couldn't believe he had said it. Finn knew his uncle was to terrify to say anything to him, but Finn was not afraid to put the child's life before his very own. A form of redemption he thought may help himself after murdering Draco under Imperio regarding his aunt who had forced him to murder his own cousin, the blood staining his hands and very soul had not been how he'd assumed it would have been in his mind when he'd have actually been willing to do so. It had made his eyes open to the realization that he was in fact mentally in need of help and a rather confused young boy who had been raised by lunatics, then not only refused the help of Snape and his Aunt, who had shown desire to help him save the life he could have had, but had allowed his life to be self-manipulated and manipulated by others, "Alicia and Luna could help her, my Lord… For the child's sake at least."

Voldemort had taken a moment of thought, and grinned, "Fine, grab the two girls. However, Finn, I seem to have failed to have noticed your protectiveness of the child, rather than just your aunt. I appreciate the loyalty you hold to my line… But I must say that you, my dear boy, shall be my heir instead." He said with a grin, leaving both Finn and Lucius in shock.

Now Finn was worried, after the blood of Draco being placed on his hands, Finn had become a bit protective of the child and extremely confused as to what he should do. But the first thought that came to his mind was of the hope to redeem himself. Alicia had been right, even if it hadn't been his will it was still him that had done the deed. And it had felt like he'd been torn apart.

Taking a deep breath to remain his composer, Finn nodded, agreeing to said terms for the time being, "And the child?"

With a simple wave of his hand, the Dark Wizard grinned, "A simple pleasure of me raising it, or would you rather be called father?" he said, laughing to the boy, leaving Finn tensing his body to avoid giving away any form of physical irritation and fear, "Whichever you'd see fit, My Lord." Finn spoke softly, taking in a calming breath to remain himself as calm and neutral as he had previously been. Yet, he found it very difficult to keep his victory grin at bay, but had succeeded rather well, when he watched Voldemort's laughing grin vanish into full and very deep frown, "Then the child, if it survives, is yours."

"I assume, My Lord, that if the child turns out to be a son that you'd like to remain the father?"

"Why of course. However, if a daughter, she is, as I said before, all yours. Bellatrix will sign over the child legally once birthed." Now that did bother Finn, "Why not allow Bellatrix to keep the child? Especially if you find her birthing 'defaulting'." Finn questioned, for the first time in a while he felt sorry for Bellatrix, but it was a fair question, he was trying to not only stall his leaving but to get answers as well.

Voldemort grinned widely, glad the boy was asking questions to get his answers he thought he needed, though he hated being questioned, yet Voldemort found himself unable to harm the boy himself, "Questions, questions, my dear boy, all answers shall be given in due time…" But with a sigh he caved in, "Fine, Bellatrix may keep the child, unless there seems to be loss of life regarding the woman, then the child shall move to your care. Lucius, have the paperwork drawn up and Bellatrix will sign the papers… Think of it as a form of a Final Will."

But there was more Finn wanted answers too, however his uncle rushed him to it, "What about Rodulphus Lestrange?" Lucius asked, he was after all Bellatrix's husband.

Voldemort's stern glare directed to the elder Malfoy sent him shrinking, fearful he'd be reprimanded for questioning the Dark Wizard, it seemed he favored Finn, not that he obviously hadn't noticed that before.

"I do rather much care for the Lestrange family, always so loyal in the past, even now in the present. I'm sure he'd find it an honor his wife bore me a child. However, if the child comes to be a female, I have already given my blessing to Finn to raise her as he wishes, if anything befalls Bellatrix. I'm sure Rodulphus will understand." He said nonchalantly, with no care in the world as to a stepfather being denied his rights to see or hold said child. But Finn would worry about that later.

"Well, go get the girls, unless you want the woman and the child to die today." Voldemort clarified, once again his tone was uncaring, "I'll be in the study on the third floor."

The birthing had been difficult, Bellatrix had become delusional during the time and had begun calling Alicia, "Emma," or rather, "Cubby," and not seeing the point in arguing with the Witch currently in pain, Alicia had gone along with it, "Mrs. Malfoy," Luna softly spoke to the terrified and shaking sister, she was trying to help Bellatrix as best she could but they had no one of Healing abilities present, "The baby isn't turning." Luna whispered to the woman. Her fear had turned into panic as she sister continued to scream.

Alicia's stomach lurched when she heard her friend, this was not something with girl wished to go through at such a young age, they were not practiced Midwives! "Then we have to turn it ourselves, my wand was destroyed, Luna's was taken. Narcissa, I'm going to need you ne-"

"NO! no, don't leave me I-I'm sorry Cubby, I-I-" She hadn't had the energy to finish, she was exhausted, and her painful labor had lasted nearly six hours with nothing to help kill the pain, but Narcissa's panic had turned into terror when her sisters' eyes closed with a tired huff. Bellatrix Lestrange had fainted, "Bella? Bellatrix!" Narcissa was in a panic rushing to her sisters' side, screaming for her to wake up.

Knowing the panic of her sister would do the woman, nor the child, any good, Alicia took familiarity to the woman, "Narcissa! You are doing her no good by panicking, I need you to make sure she still has a heartbeat while Luna and I get the baby out, if her heart stops beating use a charge from your wand to get her heart restarted and start C.P.R. Alright."

Narcissa was only able to nod as she took a shaking hand and was relieved when she found a small heartbeat, she had stared at her sister the entire time, whispering to her that she'd be alright that she hadn't realized how long she had been in her trance until she heard a baby's whaling cry filled the room and Luna and Alicia couldn't help but smile at one another, the baby had made it, and they felt no worry nor concern for the woman, the child had been their priority, "Luna, get the baby cleaned off and wrapped up, I'll work on the rest here," Alicia said handing the baby to the smiling blond, happy the child had made it clear as day, no damage done. Physically at least.

Alicia took a sigh, mentally asking for her friends' forgiveness for what she was about to do as she walked around to Narcissa, "Is her heart still beating?"

"Yes, b-but I don't know what to do, she's losing a lot of blood-"

"I have that covered, for now we need fresh sheets and a blanket, and clean clothes for her." And the two set to work. Narcissa rushing out to get everything for the bed, Luna cleaning up the baby and checking her over, while Alicia scolded herself as she began sealing up Bellatrix's bleeding tears from giving birth and cleaning her up. "What do I do with the baby 'Licia?" Luna asked, holding the now warmly wrapped baby girl close as she slept, "For now we wait until Narcissa comes back, give her the baby and you and I will do the rest here. Lestrange is completely unconscious, the birthing took a lot out of her, I doubt she'll be awake any time soon… Luna, we saved the child, he won't hurt us now, if we save Bellatrix, I doubt he'll kill us."

The doors had opened with a bang causing the baby to stir and whimper just a little and startled the girls, but Luna had quickly pulled her attention back to the whimpering baby and shushed and cooed the baby girl back to sleep with easy, "You're right, he won't. He may be heartless, but he wanted the child saved before her, if you keep her alive, I'll not only be grateful but so will he." Narcissa said walking back in with a second hand, one that just so happened to be Finn, yet his eyes had moved over Bellatrix with a simple raise of the brow and the three saw the way his eyes lit up at the baby in Luna's arms, "It's a girl?"

"Yes, it's a girl," Luna answered him, her voice still soft as normal but her eyes studied the boy in front of her, this was a different Finn Malfoy, one she knew hadn't been who he was before. Meaning something had to of happened.

Finn had felt a bolt of excitement, he had a deep feeling in his bones that Bellatrix wouldn't walk away from that war and he knew if that happened, he'd be the father. Voldemort had made clear he was not going to sign the birth record, if there even would be one but decided to keep his excitement to himself. "I'll give the Dark Lord the congratulations, may I?" he asked, setting the blanket aside and held his arms out for the child, he saw Luna's reluctance of handing her over and he was a bit annoyed. He had caught the nodding head of Alicia to Luna who had slowly moved and handed the baby girl over to him, "Has she a name yet?"

"No, but I believe everyone should wait until Bellatrix wakes up to name her daughter." Narcissa said a bit sternly, drawing Finn's attention, a look Luna and Alicia had caught. Narcissa had no idea he was teamed up with Alicia to get her and Luna out of there, and they wanted it to be kept that way.

Narcissa had to hold the child to her sister the next few days as she slept her exhaustion away for the child to feed, the baby hadn't wanted to take to a bottle, so she had no other way of feeding the baby. The Dark Lord had held the child once only for a few minutes then with the papers draw up, via Lucius's aid, had forged Bellatrix's signature, something Finn had been offended by. Narcissa hadn't tossed a fit like they all had thought she would and Voldemort had named the child, Bellatrix hadn't had a single say in the matter from still being unconscious and that too bothered Finn, the mother hadn't had the chance to hold, nor name, the baby she had wanted so direly to have before it had been signed away.

"And if something befalls me, My Lord? Where shall the child stay?" At Voldemort's shrug Finn felt a seg of panic for the child he currently had in his arms.

"Me," Narcissa piped up, sending a glare to her husband before he could refuse the suggestion, "Then please, sign here as second. Looks like you get to be the Godmother, Aunt Narcissa." She'd never known how grateful he was she had stepped forward.

"It is settled then." And he was gone in void of smoke, "I feel like a kidnapper," Finn voiced to his aunt. "Not your fault, Finn, Lucius explained it to me the other night." She had been shocked she hadn't been offended for her sister in truth, but she had been watching him closely since he arrived in their home and had noticed a few things. He was different. Less Psychotic.

Voldemort had taken to his word, for once, and left Luna unharmed physically, and Alicia out of the room every day for a few hours. But the two girls were still restricted from seeing one another to their disappointment, not that it was kept too unless Voldemort himself was there, or Bellatrix awake and out and about, which hadn't yet happened.

February 15th, 1998

"How's the potion coming along?" Molly asked the tired Malfoy, rubbing his back as he wiped the sleep from his face and yawned, "So far, the potion has come along, but I've had to make a few changes to support the blood. It's getting there, however, I'm not sure if it'll be ready when we need it." Draco said tiredly, stirring the cauldron a few times then adding a few more things carefully, "Stand back Molly, this may get messy."

"And if it does?" She asked, concerned it may blow up in their faces, again, but the grin that grew on the boys face had made her smile, "Then I'll not only be restarting, I'll be fixing and cleaning up the kitchen for a few days." Taking a glance to the grinning woman he continued with a small laugh, "It stains,"

"Oh my, that is a mess to be avoided."

But their afternoon was about to get interesting as Remus kicked the door open, startling the two, and the herbs added had caused a small explosion startling the two even more, "Well, what would you know… The damned thing worked," Draco mumbled to himself as he watched the potion turn a bright shade of purple.

"Molly! Molly quick, call for Poppy!" Remus shouted rushing in in a panic caring a pained looking Emma in his arms, blood had followed in with them, her water had broken but in a rather painful way, she was an entire month premature. "Oh Lord, Remus what happened!" Molly demanded in a panic following behind them up the stairs and into Emma's and Sirius's room, "I don't know, I turned my back for a minute, next thing I realize she's on her knees in pain and bleeding!"

"Poppy is stuck at Hogwarts Remus, she can't come here, if she does, she'll lead them right to us and Emma's in labor, she's defenseless and we are down more than half our Members. We don't need a second attack like the wedding. Draco! Go boil water and get me lots to clean towels. Remus find the others, I'm going to need hands." Molly shouted commands, as the others rushed about while Molly moved to helping Emma out of her clothes and into a clean night dress, one they both knew they had gotten specifically for this.

Emma panted her breaths in and out painfully, it was difficult to focus on her breathing with the pain shooting through her, "Molly it hurts, w-why… Why do-does i-it h-hurt?" Emma cried, she didn't want to lay back, curling up was making the pain subside a bit, "Emma, I need you to lay back." But Molly was having difficulty getting her to listen, the pain was so much for the Witch that she knew if she uncurled the pain would come full force and hurt even worse.

Emma shook her head as she groaned with a painful cry, "No… No, please, it hurts." Emma cried, she never felt this much pain in her body before, she didn't know what happened or why.

Molly grabbed ahold of Emma's arms, "Emma, look at me… Emma Rose look at me!" she said sternly, the firmness she had used she hadn't had to use in a very long time, but it had worked, bringing the redhead's deep emerald eyes to look up at the Weasley mother, "If you continue to curl up like this you will not be able to give birth, you'll either crush the baby or it'll die and the birthing will just become more painful, then you will die from the blood clots forming as we speak… You need to lay back..."

That had gotten through to Emma as she forced herself to uncoil and lay back, all the while crying and trying her best to not tense herself up.

Molly had gotten Emma in her position, taking a breath before she began to measure Emma, she had only heard of home births through her family's history and that of Arthur's, but she had never witnessed the occasion, "Now or never I suppose… Emma, did you have any pains last night or any time before that?" Molly asked the crying woman, her heart falling heavy when Emma nodded her answer, "The last few weeks?" Emma grunted out, the pain had collided and knowing she was no unable to coil back up, Emma shoved the back of her head into the pillow, her hands gripping the sheets as tight as a snake's vise. "OKAY FINE! DECEMBER!" she screamed admitting to her attempted lie, she knew the second she started having pains in the last month of '97 that something could have gone wrong. But her confession had left Molly in shock and rather pissed at the birthing Witch, "What!"

"Here Molly, boiled water and towels, Gregory is downstairs with the twins and the children, Tonks is-"

"Is she alright! Oh my God! Emma-" the woman gasped covering her mouth in fear and near horror after she's came bustling through the door to the room, "Right behind me," Draco finished, setting the towels in a chair and moved it next to the bed for Molly's while she was trying to coach Emma through some breathing exercises, though they were failing.

Remus moved in and hugged his wife close hiding her face into his chest, "Dora, you shouldn't watch this." Remus whispered gently into his wife's hair, both clinging to one another, terrified for Emma and the baby. "No, I'm staying… I'm not leaving her," Dora cried, moving as bravely as she could to Molly, "What do you need Molly."

"I need Sirius, Tonks. He needs to be here for her. I don't know if this is going to go over well. I wish the kids were here, Hermione may have an idea how to help her." Molly said a bit teary-eyed. Dora knew exactly how she felt, they were begin forced to watch Emma go through pain she shouldn't have had to endure, no birthing mother should have too. But their hopes soared high when Sirius rushed in, "Emma? Molly what happened?"

"Enough talking! Get him out!" Emma screamed, she'd been laying there screaming and groaning in pain that the blood she was losing was not only drying to her but was still flowing that she was becoming dizzy. "I'm here Love… I'm here." Sirius shushed her gently. She was a month early and losing blood like it was nothing and with no healer on hand they all shared a sinking fear that she may not survive it.

"I wish Gabby or Minerva were here," Emma whimpered into Sirius's hand as he sat next to her and brushed his hand over her sweat soaked face, "I know Love, I know." He's heart shattered at watching her go through his kind of pain, he knew child labor was never pleasant, obviously, but he didn't know it could go this wrong.

"Remus, get Draco out of here," Dora said looking over her shoulder to the two fearful men as she helped Molly get Emma ready. "Come on Draco. The kids will want some reassurance." Remus muttered softly and lead the teary-eyed boy from the room, "She'll be alright…" Remus spoke to the petrified boy softly, helping him out of the room and closed the door. But the screams followed them down the stairs like they hadn't left the room.

But the ambush the two received from the twins was enough to send Draco's tears rolling down his face, "What happened?"

"Is she okay?"

"We don't know," Draco choked out, the sound and reaction to the situation sent terror through the adults in the room and Gregory had suggested the kids be taken outside to play so they couldn't hear Emma, "There's a play area Mum had us set up for the kids before the wedding near the barn," George spoke up, "We'll take them out." Fred finished, knowing they were not only older but also since they hadn't been around to witness what had happened, something that seemed to have snared Draco in a very emotional hold.

"Okay, don't tell them anything yet, we don't know what will happen." Remus whispered to the twins who nodded in understanding and took the kids out to play, "But mummy," Lillian and Orion spoke up in unison, something they had captured from the Weasley twins as the older twins smiled softly and as positively as they possibly could and walked them all out, "Let just go outside to pay, how's that?" George asked gently and picked the two up making them nod, but their weak smile worried them while Fred gave Marlene a back ride making the little blond three-year-old, laughing as they left the Cabin home.

"Shit, she's losing too much blood. Molly I- I don't know what to do." Emma's screams had left her extremely exhausted, resulting in Sirius begging her to stay awake, "Emma?" heart shattering so, Sirius's voice hadn't reached her in time. It had no avail. Emma's exhaustion had won over.

"Just breath Dora, you're doing fine sweetie, but we need to get the baby out first. Once the child is out, apply pleasure and seal up tares-"

"Molly, I d-I don't know how to seal anything, I'm an Auror, not a Healer." Dora panicked out, she had no experience with healing and her mother was out of contact, this was something her mother would be able to do.

"It's okay, just breath, Dora you need to breath, alright… Emma, sweetheart, are you still awake?"

"Got it, the baby's out!" Dora shouted with relief as she wrapped the now crying baby in a warm towel to clean him off and moved over to a second basin of warm water to clean the child with a smile as Molly moved in Dora's place to seal the wounds, "Another boy Sirius." Dora smiled to her cousin and watched him smile at the bundle, "Go ahead, take him, I need to help Molly."

"She's lost a lot of blood, we need to watch her carefully for the next few weeks, the placenta still needs to come out, so we need to watch her very carefully, make sure it all comes out."

But their relief was short lived, Emma hadn't stirred, nor woke up, not even a heartbeat was present to Tonks, something that sent the woman into a fearing panic, "Molly, she-she's not waking up," Dora whispered out, her voice full of dread, her tears had finally won over and rolled down her face, "She's not waking up! Emma?! No, you-you're not doing this, you're not- you can't-"

"No, Tonks, come here, it'll be alright, it's alright." Sirius said holding back his choked voice as he wrapped an arm around his little cousin, moving her a bit away from Emma and to the door.

"Why don't we go down stairs," Sirius was equally as scared and fearful, but Dora was still pregnant herself and they didn't need another child being premature, and with them having difficulties with getting access to the hospitals now Dora's baby may not survive if she too went into labor before her due date. His own son was small, but he looked well developed as it was. Sirius was trying to stay positive since Poppy was scheduled to come see them in a few days' time for Dora's and Emma's check up, she'd taken over from the previous Healers. Once Poppy was there, then they could get everything fixed and worked back into order.

Molly took a shaking breath as she looked over the still woman, blood staining her hands from helping with the messy labor. But the thought of actually having to bury Emma from something like childbirth had finally broke the woman as she tried her best to hold back her already falling tears trying with all her effort to find a pulse, "Come on sweet girl, wake up… Please… You can't do this."

Emma groaned painfully, resting a shaking hand to her forehead from the pounding headache, but the voice that came to her shocked her making her think she was hallucinating, "You have got to stop dying Emma, at some point you won't be able to go back." the female giggled.

Sitting up from the stone bench, Emma opened her eyes with some pain as the bright lights assaulted her sensitive eyes. Finding the body to match the voice she was left with barely any words, "Gabby? Wait, did you just say I died!" Emma shouted with shock and fear. She had caught on a bit faster than Gabby had thought she would have.

"Half dead, you're half dead Emmie. Now, why the heck did you let this damn war get to you! You have children to care for and a War to finish!"

"Wait, I'm half-dead!?" Emma was not only confused but she was a bit ticked that her best friend, who had died, was now screaming at her and scolding her, she was allowed to have her moment of depression, then again everything had happened in a pretty big slam, so it was no wonder she had slipped into a depression.

"Yes! NOW WAKE UP!" Gabby's scream had rattled Emma's eardrums forcing her to cover her ears and closed her eyes tightly, but the sudden feeling of falling had scared her enough to want to scream, yet the pressure she had on her chest and the pain rushing back into her body had lodged the scream in her chest.

Her eyes had fluttered open with exhaustion and slight difficulty and had found the cause of her unable to take in a deep breath from the cries the woman was giving over her, her head resting upon her chest. A small smile had moved to Emma's lips when she saw the ginger hair, "Molly…. Can't breathe."

** Thank you all for your patience! I hope you liked the chapter; I know I took a lot of time doing this particular situation but will admit to Writer's block once again! However, I hope you've all still enjoyed, I know I did a twist on Finn, but things like that happen were as it could have gone the other way, but I know Draco had gone downward when everything started to get more intense and I figured, give him a wake-up call or let him fall. the character just kind of went that way. Either way, I hope you all have a wonderful day/night! THANK YOU FOR READING!

***Also, just pointing out that I apparently have been spelling Lestrange very wrong the entire time by not putting an "e" at the end of their last name, my apologies.