Author's Note:
Double posting! My writing has made Christmas chapters more than one, so if I double post now, it will work out better for me! So surprise!
Ellieoryan and Layla — this one is for you! I hope you like it.
Reviews and Comments: To marauders_mowopapr: Thank you. I love Theo a lot as well. Draco needs to consider it and so does Blaise, but they are both scared and with good reason to be. Theo's flirting is definitely everything and yes, Harry and Ginny are making progress. Hannah is getting there, but it's hard to just back away, but she's trying. She's starting to see her mother in a different light, but she's not there yet. To sweetxsavory: Thank you! I really wanted them to bond and I thought that it was the perfect way! To CorbanD17: Thank you! Theo is way too flirty for his own good, but I love that about him! And I can… keep reading;) To BadWolfKris: Thank you. To AnaGPotter: I love reviews that open with OMG, especially more than one. Yes, Theo is a bit oblivious, isn't he? To potterheaded_hipster: LOL. You're not the first person to say Hinny belongs together but that you would be okay if Harry dated Theo. I take that with the highest of compliments, but no, it will not be happening.
To edwards_zoe_32: I love that you're impatient for Theo and K. Harry is definitely clueless and didn't quite cotton on to why Theo seemed overly annoyed. I really wanted Theo and Harry to get closer. As to Draco and Blaise, I wanted to bring them back into the fold in one way or another. We will see more of both Zee and Tonks soon, I promise. And well, I'm making it up to you by posting twice this week — doesn't that count for something? To PurpleLotus: Thank you! To AQuickRead91: Ha, I love that about you! What is the difference between a Gryffindor and Slytherin? Gryffindors are supposed to be brave and courageous and Slytherins are not listed as such. But I think that's stupid. There are brave and courageous people in every house, Gryffindors just show it more. To kyciona: Thank you! And yes, one day Harry might even flirt back. To Fanfis01: Thank you! And yes, they are starting to become real friends. To TatiRena: Haha, there's not smut in every chapter, you know. Neville is so good to Hannah, such a great supporter and cheerleader. Who wouldn't fall in love with him?
To briana_t: Thank you! I can definitely promise Harry's fantasy will come true. Theo and Harry's date was adorable and I had so much fun writing it. To HinnyForLife: You're welcome and thank you for appreciating the early update! Harry and Theo do know each other better now and I'm glad the little Hinny moment made you smile. To ANewRanger: Happy to provide you with your favourite duo! To Slaidback: Thanks. To xXMizz Alec VolturiXx: Thanks for saying their mini date was adorable! To gemini614: Theo definitely knows what Harry needs lol. You're right, Theo doesn't really think about Stephen, but he has been thinking about K. Interesting, isn't it? To Ellieoryan: Thank you for saying this is one of your favourite chapters I've written! Theo definitely had to do some shopping and ha, Harry was secretly pleased to know those jeans look great on him. Harry and Theo being close will make Ginny happy. I'm glad you loved the cabbage reference. Neville is a great guy and Hannah is really starting to see how much. Harry speaking French is definitely something that gets you, I got you! Thank you!
To HPuni101: Thank you, I'm glad you liked that plot! To Wolf's scream: Yes, Harry is willing to wait and it's part of what makes him and Ginny so good, they understand one another. Harry's mind is never off of Ginny entirely and he knows that. To the Mandalorian terminator: Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed Neville's support and Theo and Harry's banter. To Mutt N Feathers: You're worried for Zee and the babies? Don't worry, right now they are safe! To scrappy8: Wow! Thanks! To Nightwing2013: McGonagall and Remus are both there at the castle, so no worries there. No, he didn't pass off his coin because it's important he keep it with him. To Nuno Neves: I'm glad the dinner was unexpected but well written and amazing, that's great to hear! I really love writing Theo.
To notthatchhavi: Happy to provide you with a little treat! Ha, I loved writing that line, 'I've seen you naked, we're besties,' Theo really is adorable! Yes, Hannah took the money she made in the summer and yes, her mother is incredible selfish and conceited. McGonagall definitely knows she has to rein in Theo which is why she's pleased Harry is going along. Sirius would most definitely have loved Theo. Theo is the only one who could do a romantic candlelight dinner with a friend, you're too right. Does Harry know though? He's pretty oblivious lol. To ValGrey02: Thank you! Happy to provide a laugh. To GodMisha: Thank you! I think I would have done the same as Harry and co, even though they were in danger, they don't want to kill people. To tryagain4me: Thank you! Harry in the bathing suit was priceless! To shivani: Thank you! And surprise — you don't! To ITHersey: I'm happy to make your dreams come true! To Astrid: Thanks for no longer being a silent reader. Thanks for the French lesson, been 14 years since I had a lesson and I am rusty. To alix33: She definitely does. Bouillabaise is delicious, I recommend. To Yusraa Ifthikar: Thank you! I love that you want to ship Harry and Theo after this chapter, the highest of compliments! Theo will be a while yet, as will Kane. We will see Voldemort soon as well, it is unnerving when he's silent. Hah, I'm sure you wouldn't mind reading 100 page chapters, but those are a little long, sorry. Thank you!
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CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND NINETY-SEVEN:
The One With Grayson
Ginny grinned at her brother as they ended Quidditch practice that Saturday morning, feeling good. She and Ron had taken charge, running through the exercises in Harry's absence to get the team in shape. She showered and rolling her neck over her shoulders to stretch a bit before she changed into her clothes. She was brushing her long hair in front of the mirror when Ron spoke behind her.
"So, where's Harry?" he asked once the rest of the team had taken off.
"I told you, he and Theo are doing something for the Order."
Ron frowned. "Why Theo? He's not even part of the Order."
"No, but if he pulls this off, he certainly should be," Ginny said.
"So, what are they doing?"
"According to Harry's mirror-call last night, having romantic candlelight dinners together."
Ron snorted. "Forget I asked."
Ginny grinned. "It's funny that you think I'm lying to you."
Ron blanched. "Why the fuck would they be having romantic candlelit dinners together?"
"Because it's Theo and he likes the ambiance. They were supposed to be going to find them today."
Ron nodded. "Good. So, Harry called you, eh?"
"We're friends, Ron."
"Just friends?"
"Ron…"
"I'm not saying anything," Ron said, putting his hands up. "I'm just saying you should give the bloke a break."
"Harry and I are taking things slow, okay?"
"There's slow and there's slow, Ginny, and if you move any slower, one of these days he might take one of these witches up on their offers. It takes a strong bloke to turn down a threesome with two gorgeous witches when he's not really your boyfriend anymore."
Ginny's eyes flashed. "He… who?"
"Vane and Alcott. Nice dorm mates you have there, hitting on your boyfriend, sorry, friend."
Ginny glared at him. "Harry and I are no one's business but our own, Ron, so butt out!"
She turned, grabbed her kit and broomstick, and hurried off. She'd marched about halfway across the pitch before she turned and went halfway up the stands, taking a seat in the middle and burying her face in her hands.
Vane and Alcott were the worst and she hated that as her dorm mates they couldn't even respect her enough to leave her boyfriend alone. Ex-boyfriend, the voice in her head reminded her. But it wasn't them he'd called last night to tell about his day. It wasn't them he smiled at when they walked into a room.
It had been over a week since she and Harry had talked and since then, she felt lighter. She felt like they were slowly getting back to normal. He stopped to talk to her when she was with her friends, and the other day and yesterday at breakfast, he'd nudged his plate over to give her his last piece of bacon. It all felt so normal.
She stared down at her nails, eyes on her cuticles and her carefully manicured hand in the simple French style. She traced her fingertip over the white edge of her thumbnail, running it along the edge, unable to take her eyes off it. Being with Harry did feel normal. It felt right. It felt exactly like it was supposed to. She was the one who was making a big deal out of this and she knew that, but part of her was still afraid to fully commit to him again and she didn't know why.
The creak on the wooden step had her turning in time to see Colin give her a little wave. She smiled as he came to sit next to her, his arm draping around her shoulders.
"You okay?"
She nodded, her head resting on his shoulder. "I will be."
Colin kissed her temple, his arm still holding her close. "Want to blow off doing paper stuff and head into Hogsmeade?"
"And do what?"
"Have some Butterbeer, go for a walk, shop, whatever you need."
Ginny smiled gratefully at him. "You're a great friend, Colin Creevey."
"I know," he said with a smirk. "Come on, let's go find Luna. She can come with us."
~ ASC ~
The knock on the door had Harry moving to open it. Theo was standing on the other side and he immediately pushed his way into Harry's room and stretched out across the big bid.
"They are infuriating!" he exclaimed.
Harry gave him a sympathetic look, moving to sit in the armchair that he had been sitting in by the balcony. "I take it they didn't give you an answer?"
"Not only didn't they give me an answer, but Blaise whisked Draco off to talk in private!"
Harry nodded. "So, now what?"
Theo sat up. "Now we enjoy the Sicilian sun and make them listen to us. Put your bathing suit on. We're going to lounge by the pool."
Harry grimaced. "I'd really rather not wear that thing again."
"Please, did you see what Blaise was wearing?"
Harry thought Theo had a point. He pulled the short swim trunks from his bag and then stared at Theo. "Can I have some privacy?"
Theo winked at him. "Why?"
Harry rolled his eyes and Theo jumped off the bed.
"Meet me in the hall in five minutes."
Harry sighed and reluctantly changed into his swim shorts. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom, as apparently the Zabini Villa was decked out like a hotel and he had his own cupboard full of fluffy towels, and then grabbed his sunglasses. He wrapped the towel around his waist in an attempt to hide his swimsuit before he met Theo in the hall. Theo was decked out the same, though Harry noted with only a little resentment that Theo's swim trunks weren't nearly as short or as tight as his own.
They headed downstairs to the pool and the house elf brought out breakfast for them. Plates of fruit with croissants and danishes along with another pitcher of white sangria.
"They do know it's still morning, right?" Harry asked.
Theo grinned. "We're on holiday, lover, live a little."
"Stop calling me lover," Harry grumbled as he tossed his glasses on the side, dropping his towel with his back turned to the other blokes and dove into the pool.
When he came up for air, he put his head back in the water before grabbing his sunglasses to put on his face. Blaise and Draco returned at that moment and Blaise dove into the pool next to him as Draco sat down next to Theo. Blaise moved over to him in the water, his eyes on him.
"Are you fucking him?"
"What?" Harry exclaimed, his eyes wide. "Are you serious?"
"Yes," Blaise said. "Are you fucking Theo?"
"No!" Harry exclaimed. "He's my friend and I'm not into blokes like that."
Blaise raised an eyebrow. "I don't like cock much myself, but if someone bends over and offers me a nice tight hole to stick mine into, I'm not going to protest."
"Fuck, you're crude," Harry muttered. "Theo and I are just friends. He's best friends with the woman I love and I came with him so that he didn't travel out here alone. Happy?"
Blaise nodded. "That you're looking out for him? Yeah. He needs that."
Harry stared at him. "But you think that he's mad for coming out here to ask you to return."
Blaise hesitated. "I'm not trying to be an arse, but I also don't want to see my best friends get hurt. There's nothing for us in England, Potter, you have to know that. Out here we're… free."
"Can you leave the villa?"
"In disguise," Blaise admitted. "And we have. Just last week, we did a few charms to change our hair and faces a bit and headed into the Muggle village. Met up with some sexy birds and had lots of sex. Then we came back here. We do what we have to do."
"And living in disguise is okay with you? How long are you willing to hide out here?"
Blaise's dark gaze met his. "As long as it takes. By the way, if you hurt him, I'll kill you."
He kept his gaze on Harry for half a second before he swam away from him, hopping out of the pool and revealing he'd been swimming completely naked. Blaise crawled onto the lounge chair next to Draco, lying on his stomach, the hot sun beating down on his nude body.
Harry got out of the water as well, grabbing his towel quickly to cover himself before taking a seat on the other side of Theo. "Is he always naked?"
Draco snorted. "More than I'd like him to be."
"He's just jealous," Blaise said. "Because I'm sexier than he is."
Draco held up two fingers in response.
Theo poked Blaise's arm. "I have a bone to pick with you."
"What?"
"You let Colin blow you!"
Blaise opened one eye and examined his friend cooly. "He wanted to."
"And you didn't think to talk to me about it seeing that he's one of my closest friends?"
"No," Blaise said, closing his eyes again as if he were bored. "I let him suck me off a few times. You gave him good advice. He was a natural."
Draco rolled his eyes. "When was this? When you were with Patil?"
"Oh don't act so scandalous, Draco, you both know that I've never been a one lover kind of bloke. Colin had a good mouth and I enjoyed him. If everything wouldn't have went down when it did, I might have taken his virginity, but it didn't and here we are."
"You're such a pig," Theo said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Not my fault you haven't diddled that yet," Blaise said. "Besides, Patil was a great shag, but she wasn't interested in getting on her knees. Colin was. End of story. Though Patil did finally blow me the night before I took off. She wasn't as good as Colin was."
Theo glared at him. "You're lucky Colin was okay with everything. If you'd broken his heart because you're such a slag, I would have had to kill you."
Blaise smirked. "Noted."
Draco let out a dramatic sigh. "I need to get away from the two of you if I'm going to stay sane."
Theo moved to lie in the lounge chair next to Draco, snuggling in close. "You missed me."
"Get off!" Draco exclaimed, giving him a half-hearted push that no one believed.
Instead Theo very noisily kissed his cheek.
Harry cleared his throat. "So, where do we stand on the whole returning-to-England bit?"
Blaise turned onto his back, not caring at all that he was exposing his perfectly manscaped body to them. "I'm Switzerland."
Draco sighed, his eyes on Theo. "I… I don't know, mate. I don't have anything there for me anymore."
"You have me," Theo told him. "And you can visit your dad, once you know it's safe again. And you have the Tonkses. They seem to like you."
Draco half-smiled. "Would I be doing all of this myself? Helping them hide there?"
"No," Harry interjected. "Ted and Andy would be there to help you every step of the way. They just can't keep them at their home anymore. Zee said that one of the witches is due to give birth on Monday and other than hoping they might be late, we don't have a lot of time. If Voldemort finds out where they are and that they've removed the Dark Marks… he'll come looking for you two either way."
Blaise swore, sitting up and pouring himself another glass of white sangria.
Draco exchanged a look with him and Blaise downed his drink.
"I want the Russian Palace Suite and I'm not sharing it with anyone else," Blaise demanded. "And I want full unlimited access to your wine cellar."
"Noted," Draco said, a smirk on his lips.
Blaise swore again and stood up. "I hate all of you."
Harry grinned at Theo as Blaise marched off into the villa. "Looks like we're returning to England."
"Looks like we are," Theo said. "Let's start packing. Blaise can set up the Floo and we can go to my villa in Cannes for the night again. In the meantime, let's enjoy the pool and sunshine while we can. It's getting cold in England."
"Fuck," Draco muttered, grabbing his glass of white sangria. "I'm already regretting this."
Harry grinned. "Look at the bright side, Malfoy. You're going home."
"No, the bright side is that it will be too bloody cold in England for Blaise to be starkers all the damn time," Draco said. "I've seen more of his hairy balls this summer than I've ever wanted to in my life."
Theo chuckled. "No, that's just been a lovely bonus. Blaise is dead sexy and he knows it. Don't you think he has a lovely cock, Harry?"
Harry's neck flushed. "I need another drink."
He stood up to get one and his towel fell before he could catch it. Draco spit out his drink.
"Fucking hell, Potter! What the hell are you stuffing your swimsuit for? This isn't the kind of gathering that requires a massive sock roll down the front!"
Theo grinned as Harry's face flushed before he yanked the towel back into place. "Oh, darling, there's nothing in there but what the gods bestowed upon him. It's too bad I made sure the swim suit had such lovely cupping or we might have been lucky enough to get a peek out the bottom."
"I hate you, Theo," Harry muttered, wondering if Theo really had made sure he was properly covered after all.
Draco's eyes widened. "Fucking figures. Anything you don't have, arsehole?"
"A drink would be great right about now," Harry muttered, sitting back down in the chair and trying to will his face to stop flushing.
Theo jumped to his feet, clapping his hands together. "Drinks all around!"
Harry sighed. He had a feeling the rest of this trip was going to be very interesting.
~ ASC ~
"I am so done!" Pansy shrieked, throwing her shoe across the bedroom so hard it bounced off of the wardrobe.
Greg picked it up and carefully knelt in front of her to put her shoe on without a word.
"I'm serious, Greg. I am done! Get this child out of me! I was due six days ago! Six! The twenty-second of September, that's what the healer said and do you know what day it is, Greg? It's the twenty-bloody-seventh!" She placed both of her hands over her stomach. "Get out of me already!"
Greg dutifully tied her other shoe. "He will come out. I promise."
Pansy grabbed a handful of his shirt. "We can force him out."
Greg chuckled. "No, no we can't."
"Yes, we can," she insisted. "I heard that sex can induce labour. Something about the orgasms and of course the power of your spunk."
"Pansy!" Greg exclaimed, his cheeks flushing.
"Greg, I'm desperate. Shag me."
He kissed her forehead. "You're in no condition to be shagged."
"I am," she insisted. "I totally am! I need your spunk. At least three times should do it, though maybe Witch Weekly said four? Doesn't matter, we need to shag as many times as humanly possible back to back."
Greg's eyes widened. "You're serious?"
"Do you think that I'm lying? Get this bloody baby out of me! How much recovery time do you need between rounds, do you think?" she asked, reaching out to stroke him through his trousers.
"Er, I'll need a bit," he admitted, trying to escape his wife's grasping hands.
"How much?" she repeated. "Two minutes? Five minutes?"
Greg blushed. "Well it... look, Pansy! This is mad. And… it might take a little longer than that, especially after the second round."
Pansy was already pulling her blouse off and her bra. "You can do this, babe. For me. For the baby. We're going to shoot for five times, just to be safe."
"Five..." he said, his eyes wide in surprise as she unzipped his trousers. "Just what's our time frame here? I'm not a bloody rabbit."
Pansy's hand wrapped around him. "Until you can't move is a good start. Now shut up and help me take off my knickers."
Greg did just that, pulling the rest of his own clothes off. "Should we send word to Blanche that you're not going into the shop today?"
"She knows that I might not because of how fat I am," Pansy said, pushing him back down onto the bed. She straddled him, fondling her breasts. "I heard nipple stimulation can start contractions. You have to emulate the baby sucking on the nipple. We can each take a breast during your breaks," Pansy added.
Greg thought she looked like some fertility goddess and when she stroked him again, he groaned. "Pansy..."
"Shag this baby out of me, Greg, please..."
Then she was lowering herself onto him and all he could do was hold on as she rode him. He used his thumb on her clit as she did and she moaned when the orgasm built up and eventually took over. When he came, he sucked her nipples and she only made a purring sound.
When they finished round three, he kissed her shoulders as Pansy stroked his thighs.
"I need a few minutes," he said.
"How many minutes?" she asked. "Two? Five? Ten?"
"Merlin woman, I just shagged you three times in an hour! A man needs rest!"
Pansy kissed his shoulder. "I came four."
"Yes, yes you did," Greg said, putting his hand on her stomach. "I need a few minutes."
Pansy clamped her legs together, staying curled on her side, as she pinched and tugged at her nipples. "Don't be too long, I don't know how many more times before you send me into labour."
Greg rolled his eyes. "Is this really how you want our son to be born? Coming into the world after um... us shagging our brains out?"
"Greg, I am so fat that I can barely move. I'm always tired and hungry and randy. I can't see my feet. I want him out and at this point, I don't care how. Besides, are you not enjoying yourself?"
He moaned in response when she began to fondle him and to his surprise, he felt himself hardening again. "I never said that."
Pansy licked her lips. "Looks like someone's up for round four..."
She climbed back on top of him, rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit. "Mmm, yes..."
He grunted when she stroked him and thought that he might die from pleasure overload. When they finished round four, she collapsed on top of him, her sweaty hair sticking to the side of her face. Greg ran his large hands up her naked back, snuggling her next to him.
"Feel any different?"
"No," she said bitterly. "Maybe round five?"
He snorted. "That one's going to be a bit of a wait."
Pansy shifted onto her back, holding her legs up. "Can you at least help me hold my legs up while you recover? I'm trying to keep your spunk all on my cervix."
Greg's face flushed. "Merlin, Pansy! This isn't going to help the baby come out any faster."
"Don't argue with me. Hold my legs."
He shifted himself, putting his knees up to hold her legs in place. "You're a menace."
Pansy sighed, her legs still up in the air. "Thank you."
"Hmm?" he mumbled, half asleep.
"For still finding me shag-able."
Greg's lips curved and he opened one eye. "Have I mentioned how much I love how sensitive your nipples are?" As if to prove it, he turned his head to suckle one and she let her head fall back.
"Mmm, yes, that's nice."
Then she was pushing his hand down between her thighs. His fingers slid into her and she rode them wantonly until she screamed his name.
He kissed her cheek. "Can we have a nap now?"
Pansy shook her head. "No. We have to make this baby come out."
"Pansy," he groaned. "Look, I'll shag you once more, but then a man's gotta rest."
She slapped his chest when he made to pull her on top of him. "No! Not yet! I want to shower now and get some food, preferably something cheesy."
He made a sound of agreement and the by the time she climbed out of the big bed, a hand over her large stomach, he was snoring.
Pansy put both hands over her stomach. "Darling, you have to come out now. It's time. Mummy's going to enjoy a nice hot shower and then some delicious cheese toast maybe with cheesy pasta and some cheese slices. Then you need to come out, understand?"
When nothing happened, she wobbled to the bathroom in annoyance. She had been doing everything she could not to think about the encounter two weeks ago in her shop. Or the fact that Lockhart had made an office in the upstairs of her shop. And she hadn't said a word about any of it to Greg.
Greg… he was gone most of the time now, busy doing guard duty on someone. She didn't know what that meant and when she asked him, he wouldn't tell her. He was barely here and when he was, all she did was shag his brains out. She had no idea that being pregnant would make her so randy, but she was. All the time. And now… this baby was supposed to have been born last Monday and yet here she was, almost a week later, as fat and as uncomfortable as ever.
Pansy rubbed a hand over her big stomach. "Come on, Butch. What else can I do to get you to come out? Spicy foods?"
She called for Mitzy and asked the house elf to add something incredibly spicy to her cheesy dish for good measure. At this point, she was willing to try anything. She took a long hot shower, the pain in her back making her rub it absently before she wrapped herself in a large towel.
Too uncomfortable to find clothes, she padded into the bedroom. Greg was snoring loudly, face first in the bed. Mitzy brought up her food for her and she ate it happily in her towel, enjoying the cheesy goodness as her mouth burned from the spice. Pansy arched her back a bit, wincing at the pain.
Salazar, she could use a good massage. The pain in her back had started yesterday afternoon, but it had been more annoying than anything. Today, it felt sharper. She rubbed her lower back a moment before turning back to her food. She finished eating and slowly crawled back into the bed, pulling the sheet down off of Greg. She stretched on her side, her hand stroking down his muscled back and down over his tight arse. She let her hand travel lower, moving beneath his arse to find his balls and squeezed.
He let out a half groan, turning his head. "You're going to kill me."
Pansy continued to stroke him, her hand wrapping around him now. "But what a way to go…"
He rolled over onto his back as her hand took over fondling him and it wasn't long before he was growing hard in her hand. She licked her lips, leaning over to kiss his erection. Her mouth wrapped around the tip for one slow suck that made him moan and pain shot through her back again, this time so sharply she cried out.
"Pansy?" Greg asked, sitting up.
She shook her head, her hand on her lower back. "My back hurts."
Greg frowned, lifting her as if she weighed nothing and cradling her on his lap. "Where?"
"The lower back."
His large hands immediately began to knead her there. "Like that?"
She nodded, her breath hitching. "Ugh… it still hurts. I'm sorry. I don't think I can suck you off right now."
Greg chuckled. "I'll survive." He rubbed her back again, still cradling her in his lap. "You haven't said much about the shop lately."
"Hmm?" she asked, her eyes closed as her husband's large hands rubbed her lower back.
"The shop," Greg repeated. "You haven't said much about it."
"Oh, there's nothing to tell. Things are going well. I need to work on my inventory, but it's coming along."
"Good," he mumbled as she winced again, biting her bottom lip.
Greg frowned. "Is it a sharp pain?"
Pansy nodded. "Feels pretty sharp. It started yesterday, but today it wasn't so bad and then I was too busy riding you to notice."
"Cramps?"
She nodded, her hand over her large stomach. "Yes."
"Aren't those signs of labour? Remember, the book said that early signs were backache, cramps, diarrhea, blood or discharge, your waters breaking, and contractions."
"I didn't finish the book," Pansy admitted.
Greg frowned. "I think we better get Pucey here."
Pansy's hands clutched the hairs on his chest as she winced. "Sorry, ow. Do you think the sex really worked? Your spunk sent me into labour? Eureka!"
"Mitzy!"
The elf appeared in the bedroom.
"Get Healer Pucey here. I think it's time for Pansy to have the baby."
She winced again as he continued to rub her back soothingly. "What else did the book say?"
Greg looked thoughtful for a moment. "The first stage of labour is the longest because your cervix is thinning and dilating. It can take a while."
"Fuck that! I want this baby out of me! Shift me, if I get your cock inside me again that should stretch it out some more!"
Greg laughed. "Pansy, it doesn't work like that."
"Ow!" she shrieked, cradling her stomach. "That one hurt."
He kissed her brow, turning to settle her into their bed. He pushed all of the pillows up behind her before he found a pair of sweats to pull on.
"It will be okay. Let me just send word to Rabastan that I can't make guard duty tonight."
Pansy let out a slow breath, watching him hurry out of the room. When he finally came back, she was still sitting comfortably in the bed.
"Any more pain?"
"No," Pansy said. "I'm just uncomfortable."
"Well, we should should start timing between contractions regardless. The closer they are, the closer you are to being able to push."
"How do you knooooooooow that," Pansy gritted as another wave of pain cramped in her stomach.
"I finished the book," he told her.
Pansy nodded, her head falling back against the pillows. She held her stomach in both hands. "You be fast about this, Butch. If I'm in pain for hours, I'm going to make your life a living hell."
Greg returned to her side with a nightgown, helping her pull it over her head just as Pucey came into the bedroom, his healer bag with him. "Healer Pucey, I think she might be in labour."
"Hmm," he said, coming to sit on the side of the bed. He pulled the sheet down, his hand sliding between her legs and she hissed. "Early stages still, but I'd say you're right. You're dilated about four centimetres. Contractions?"
Pansy bit her lip. "Is that what this pain is called?"
"Twenty minutes apart," Greg told him.
Pucey nodded and patted Pansy's hand. "Lots of time yet. I'll be back."
"Don't you bloody leave me here like this!" she screamed. "You get your arse back here and get this baby out of me!"
Greg squeezed her hand in his. "He'll be back, Pansy."
She let her head fall against the pillows and grimaced. "I need a drink."
"I can get you ice chips."
"Can I have some water with those ice chips?"
"I'm sorry, Pansy, it's supposed to be just ice chips."
"Why?"
"Well, um… according to the book, the pain can make you throw up and you could aspirate and… that'd be bad."
She frowned and let out a dramatic sigh. "That sounds like a lie." At his look, she rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll take some bloody ice chips."
Greg asked the house elf to bring her ice chips as he held her hand in his and kept his eyes on hers, and despite the fear and annoyance she felt, she was glad he was here and that he had read the damn book.
~ ASC ~
Andromeda ran down the stairs when Flora called her, hurrying to see the young girl holding her stomach.
"It hurts, Mrs Tonks," Flora Carrow Rowle exclaimed, her eyes wide and full of tears.
"I know, dear," Andromeda said, kindly pulling the girl over to the sofa. "I know. Edward, can you get Ian here?"
Ted nodded from the kitchen, dropping the dish towel as he did and hurrying to the Floo. Andromeda continued to rub Flora's back soothingly.
"I don't think it's time yet, dear, but soon."
Flora winced, closing her eyes as Shanae Templeton Pritchard waddled in.
"Is she having the baby?"
"I don't think so," Andromeda said. "But it will be soon. If they are contractions, they're still much too far apart."
The fireplace lit up and Zee came out with Mina and Leo in her arms. "Hi. Ian's on his way. He was visiting with me when he got the word from Ted."
Andromeda nodded, standing up to take Leo from Zee. "Hi, Leo." She kissed his cheek noisily before leaning in to do the same to Mina and then pecking Zee on the cheek. "And how are you? These two driving you bonkers yet?"
"That ship sailed a while ago," Zee admitted, smiling kindly at Flora. "Hi, I'm Zee."
"Flora," the girl said. "Your babies are cute. How old are they?"
"Thank you," Zee said. "This is Mina and this is Leo and they are both nine months old. How are you holding up?"
She shrugged. "As good as can be expected I guess."
Zee smiled as Ian stepped out of the fireplace. "Do you know what you're having? A boy or a girl?"
Flora shook her head. "No. I wanted to be surprised."
"Good idea," Zee told her. "I was surprised for Mina and Leo and it was a great one."
Flora nodded.
Ian sat next to Flora to examine her stomach as Zee turned back to Andromeda.
"I heard from Harry this morning. They're on their way back."
"They?"
Zee nodded. "Blaise and Draco included. Should be arriving later tonight."
Andromeda led out a sigh of relief. "That's good. That means we can move them in tonight, right?"
"Most likely," Zee said. "I told Harry to call me when they get back to England."
"Good," Ian said, standing up. "She still has a while to go, but that baby's coming by tomorrow. No doubt about that."
Andromeda clasped her hands together. "Okay. It's time to get ready then. Looks like we'll be moving to a new home soon. Shanae, can you let the others know to start packing up your things?"
The pregnant girl stood up slowly. "Absolutely, Mrs Tonks."
Zee watched her go, a smile for Andromeda. "Sirius would be so proud of what you're doing if he were here."
"I know," Andromeda said. "Come on. I could use some help in the kitchen."
Zee followed her as Ted happily played with Mina and Leo on the carpet and thought it was nice to see something good happening. These girls were going to be safe and so were the young boys and that was what really mattered.
~ ASC ~
Harry looked up at the looming gates to Wiltshire Manor late on Sunday evening. The cool autumn breeze of the English weather seemed chillier after spending two days soaking up the Sicilian sun. He followed Theo, Blaise, and Draco through the gates, entering the large abandoned manor with trepidation. He'd only been here once and he'd been a child, but had a vague memory of large rooms full of art and breakable things.
When they stepped into the main hall, Draco used his wand to turn on the lights. The sight of the beheaded house elf left lying in the middle of the hall had all of them blanching. There was no smell of decay and it looked like the sealed house had almost mummified her.
"Fuck," Draco said, his eyes on the elf. "Binky."
Theo placed a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Harry and I will take care of her."
"No," Draco said. "I got it."
"I'll get Lia here," Blaise said. "We're going to need a house elf to take care of the place and she'd rather stay with me anyway."
Draco nodded before he levitated Binky's body and severed head before him and outside in the back garden.
Harry dragged his fingers through his hair. "When he comes back in, we have to get Ted and Andy here. I spoke to Zee on the way in and one of the girls is already having contractions."
Theo tossed his bag onto the floor. "Do that. Draco's here now so Mrs Tonks should be able to come, I don't know about the others yet."
Blaise stretched his arms up over his head as Lia arrived in the entrance way. "They should all be able to come. Draco just has to set up the Fidelius if the house is going to stay hidden. If anyone sees people here, the Dark Lord will know Draco's alive and has returned."
Harry nodded. "All right. I'll get a hold of Andy."
Theo let out a long sigh. "Then I guess we have to get back to Hogwarts."
"Good," Blaise said. "I'm going to help Draco set up the charms and then I'm going up to my suite to have a good wank. You two get lost."
Harry rolled his eyes as Blaise marched off. "Yeah, I'm not going to miss him."
Theo smiled, slipping his arm through Harry's. "He grows on you. Come on; let's help Draco bury Binky."
~ ASC ~
Twelve hours later, Pansy was finally in what Pucey told her was active labour. She'd been cursing up a storm and wanted to scream in frustration. When she'd asked for a pain potion, Pucey told her she was too close to delivering and couldn't have one. She was now plotting the healer's death. She looked up when her bedroom door opened and Bellatrix Lestrange walked in.
"How's she doing, Dom?" Bellatrix asked.
"She's close," Pucey assured her.
"The Dark Lord wants to know why you can't do guard duty again today, Goyle."
Greg glared at her. "I'm not leaving her like this. I'll get back on the mission after she has the baby and not before."
Bellatrix clucked her tongue. "Men have no use in the birthing room. You should keep busy and when you return, you'll have a child to greet you. Women have been having babies for centuries. Trust me, your wife and I can handle this with Pucey. You should at least go and wait downstairs."
Pansy's fingers gripped his wrist in a vice-like grip. "No!"
Greg moved onto the bed, positioning himself behind her so that her back rested against his chest. His arms came around her, resting on her large stomach before he spoke. "I'm staying."
"Suit yourself," Bellatrix said.
Pansy was grateful to hear that as pain shot through her and she screamed. Greg's hands gripped hers and his lips pressed against her forehead.
"Squeeze as hard as you need, I promise, you can't hurt me," he whispered.
She did squeeze, and she screamed, and by the time Pucey told her that the baby was crowning, she was panting. Pucey pushed Bellatrix aside and walked her through the end of her labour. The whole thing seemed to happen quickly and slowly at the same time, but when she heard the cry, she started sobbing herself.
"Pansy, we have a son!" Greg exclaimed, reaching for the bloody bundle that was their crying child.
The healer urged him to slice the umbilical cord with his wand and he did, pressing the child to Pansy's breast. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked down at their son, still amazed that he had arrived.
"He's healthy and strong," Pucey declared. "Come on, let's finish this up, Mrs Goyle."
"We have a son," Greg said again and when Pansy turned to look back at him, he had tears rolling down his cheeks.
She squeezed his hand as she cradled the babe to her breast. She passed her son into Goyle's arms to finish her labour and when she finished a while later, she sighed in relief.
Bellatrix's eyes were greedy as they stared at the baby still being cradled in Goyle's arms. "And the placenta?"
"What?" Pansy asked.
"Your placenta," Bellatrix repeated, her eyes falling on Pansy. "You're going to eat it, right?"
Pansy blanched. "Excuse me?"
"It's full of nutrients for the baby," Bellatrix said, reaching out to take the organ from Pucey's hands before he could dispose of it and she held it out to Pansy. "Eat it."
Pansy didn't know what to say. Every retort she had ever thought of dried up on her tongue as she looked at the bloody mess in the woman's hands. She felt Greg move out from behind her.
"Get out," he said, coldly.
Bellatrix only lifted a perfect brow. "It's good for the baby and eating it raw will only help with that."
Greg took another step towards her. "Get out now before I make you."
Bellatrix merely licked her bottom lip. "I'd like to see you try."
Pansy had never seen Greg move so fast. His huge hand was wrapped around Bellatrix's throat so tightly that she gasped. He picked the woman right up off the ground as if she weighed nothing and carried her from the room, shoving her out of the bedroom door.
"Get the fuck out now or I will break your neck with my bare hands."
Bellatrix gasped for breath, choking. "You… the… Dark Lord… will hear… about this!"
"Good," Greg said before he slammed the door in her face.
Greg moved back into the room and listened the healer's advice without saying a word. Mitzy came in and with a few quick bursts of magic, cleaned the bed and the sheets. The elf brought Pansy one of his old Slytherin robes and the sight of his wife's small frame with the large robe over her shoulders made him smile. When she was settled, he carefully passed the baby back to her before he knelt down next to the bed, one hand on the baby's back as he rested against Pansy's naked breast. Pucey told them that he would return tomorrow evening to check in on them and bid them goodnight.
When the door closed behind him, Greg kissed Pansy's hand. "He's perfect, isn't he?"
Pansy reached a hand out to stroke his cheek. "I love you, Greg Goyle."
Greg's eyes widened. "What?"
"You heard me, you daft man."
His lips curved. "Maybe I wasn't sure if you were ever going to admit it."
She slapped his cheek lightly. "Prat."
He leaned in and kissed her lips. "What are we going to name him? Greg III?"
"No," Pansy said, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "He needs his own name. I was thinking Grayson, to keep with the Gs of the Goyle tradition. Grayson Gregory Goyle, after his father."
Greg's eyes lit up as he looked down at the baby in wonder. "I've never been as happy as I am right now. I love you, Pansy, and I love Grayson. Thank you."
She pulled his lips down to hers, resting her cheek against his. "Promise me that you'll be careful."
"I promise," he whispered.
And then he crawled into the bed next to his wife, wrapping his arms around her and his son; together they stared at the life that they had created in wonder.
~ ASC ~
By the time Harry and Theo returned to Hogwarts, it was well after midnight. They had stuck around to help Ted and Andromeda settle the witches and wizards into Wiltshire Manor, and just in time. Flora Carrow Rowle had given birth within an hour of arriving and had welcomed a son whom she named Ethan Caleb Rowle, insisting his middle name had to be the same as his father's which was pureblood tradition for the first born son.
It didn't matter that Caleb Rowle would probably never see his son and Harry was pretty sure that Flora didn't want him to, tradition was tradition and some things Harry knew weren't going to change.
The first week of October offered an influx of news of constant births. It seemed to Harry that Zee was calling him every day to tell him that someone else had delivered a baby safely inside of Wiltshire Manor. Shanae Templeton Pritchard had delivered next, a son they called Henry Graham after his father. Two days after that had been Aeliana Avery Ledbury, who gave birth to a daughter called Evelyn Avery Ledbury. The following day had been spent delivering the daughter of Juliet Parks Lofthouse, whom they named Penelope Juliet. The end of the week resulted in Marion Lofthouse Belby finally giving birth to a son whom she named Bennett Marcus. Needless to say, Ted and Andromeda had their hands full with five newborns.
It seemed that the time had come for all of the pregnant pureblood witches to be giving birth. Remus told Harry every time a new name was added to the list of potential Hogwarts students. They were just hoping that the ones that were hidden away were safe.
Harry did his best to keep up on his studies, work in Defence Club, and practice Quidditch. He started Theo on the Patronus Charm with no success so far, but he was determined to make sure the wizard could produce one and promised him they weren't going to give up. It wasn't an easy charm to learn and he assured Theo it would take time, but as October took off, he still missed Ginny like a constant ache. It was only a little over a week after his return from Italy that he found Ginny waiting for him after practice. He smiled at her, grabbing his kit and broom.
"Hey, sorry, I didn't realize that you were waiting."
"It's okay," she told him, standing up to walk with him. "I wanted to see how you were doing with everything. We've both been too busy lately to just talk, I guess."
Harry shrugged. "As good as can be expected I suppose. You?"
"As good as can be expected. Tell me about your trip."
"Hasn't Theo talked your ear off about it yet?" he asked, his lips curving.
"A little," she admitted. "He told me something about your eyes in the candlelight and sharing dessert. And something about him having something new to add to his wank bank."
"His what?" Harry choked.
Ginny's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Are you telling me that you don't have one of those? Something you save up for a rainy day?"
Harry's neck flushed. "That's not… Theo needs to learn boundaries."
Ginny grinned. "You love him. Admit it, spending time with him last weekend was some of the best fun you've had in a while."
Harry sighed, adjusting his broom over his shoulder as his fingers automatically linked through hers. "Yeah, it was fun. All the flirting and jokes aside, he's fun. It was nice to just kind of chill and relax, to swim and enjoy the sun. Though I did see a hell of a lot more of Zabini than I wanted to."
"Oooh, do tell," Ginny said, swinging their joined hands between them.
"The bloke apparently has spent all of his time starkers. He greeted us in this tiny little string speedo that covered next to nothing. It was horrifying."
"According to Theo, he has a great body."
"'According to Theo' means nothing to me," Harry countered. "You know I tried to pay him back for the clothes he bought me and he laughed in my face. We were gone for less than three days and he bought me four pairs of shorts, three polo shirts, and a bathing suit that I'm never wearing again."
"Why?"
He rolled his eyes. "It's a little shorter and tighter than I would prefer."
She laughed, her hand squeezing his as they reached the castle. "I'm sure that's why Theo bought it. He says that he could stare at your fine arse all day."
"And does he always overshare so much?" Harry asked. "I learned things that I did not want to know."
"Yup," Ginny replied. "Always. So, did you end up wearing the suit?"
"Yeah," Harry admitted. "It was that or swim starkers and I think Theo would have enjoyed that too much."
"He told me that he saw you naked this summer."
Harry winced. "I got a little drunk a few days before my seventeenth, and there was some clothing removal involved. In my defence, Neville was naked too."
Ginny giggled. "This story sounds like it's getting more interesting by the minute."
He smiled. "I missed that."
"What?" she asked, her eyes on his.
"Your laugh," he told her. "It's nice to hear it again."
"Well, the idea of you and Neville running around starkers together is definitely laugh worthy. Should Hannah and I be worried? Was there touching?"
"No," Harry said, stifling a laugh. "Nothing like that! Godric, can't a bloke just get drunk and naked if he wants to?"
They reached the portrait hole with her still laughing. They separated to put their Quidditch stuff away and Harry smiled after her. When he came back down into the common room, he found his favourite armchair free by the fire and sat down to talk to Seamus and Dean.
"Saw you and Ginny holding hands," Dean said as his hand worked the charcoal over the sketchbook in his hand.
"We were talking," Harry said.
Seamus wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Talking or talking." He turned around, wrapping his arms around himself as he pretended to snog an invisible person.
"Piss off," Harry muttered. He smiled when Ginny sat on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. "Hey."
Ginny smiled back at him before she gestured over to where Seamus was still seemingly making out with himself. "Seamus, does Dean know you feel that way about yourself? Should we leave you alone?"
Dean chuckled. "He's a narcissistic arse, but I love the wanker."
Seamus grinned and leaned over the back of Dean's chair to kiss him upside down. "And don't you forget it."
Ginny smiled at Harry. "Can we go for a walk?"
He nodded, watching her stand up. When she offered him her hand, butterflies drifted across his stomach as he took it and let her lead him from the room. When she led him up to the tower room, his breath hitched a little. He hadn't been here once yet this year as he felt there were too many memories. When the door closed behind them, Ginny made herself comfortable on the large sofa and padded the cushion next to her.
Harry took a seat next to her, turning to sit sideways on the couch. Ginny crossed her legs under her, turning to face him and took both of his hands in hers. Harry squeezed her hands gently.
"So," she said, her thumbs brushing over the back of his hands.
"So," he repeated, his eyes on hers.
"Tell me more about your trip," she said.
Harry kept his eyes on hers. "There's not much else to tell. Theo's villa in France is nice and the weather was great."
"Looks like you got a tan," she noted.
He smiled. "Yeah, well, being in the sun for almost two days straight will do that to some of us." When she pouted, he grinned. "I got a nice tan. I lounged by the pool. I drank white sangria and red wine and listened to stories about Zabini's sex life that I didn't want to know. Theo and I got to know each other better and I think I understand him better now."
"How so?" Ginny asked, her thumbs still brushing over his knuckles.
"He's stubborn and independent, but he wants to be loved. He doesn't really care for Cornfoot much, but he's afraid to break it off with him because he's the first bloke to have asked him out in a long time. He told me about the MIA Auror that Tonks works with and how he keeps hounding him. He got really flustered when he spoke about him and went into this long rant that didn't make much sense. It was oddly entertaining."
"Did you two do girl talk?"
"I don't know what that means," Harry told her. "But I'm insinuating it as an insult and no we did not."
Her lips curved. "So, you didn't talk about boys over drinks?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "We talked about… stuff. You and him. You and me and… stuff."
She smiled. "I'm glad. Talking to Theo always helps. He has this way of making things clear, you know?"
He nodded. "Yeah. And you? Did you see Na'eemah again?"
"Yes," she told him. "We talked some more about everything and I think I've realized that blaming myself isn't helping the situation. It's not the same as the diary and I'm stronger than I think I am."
"The strongest," Harry told her.
"I'm still confused about things," Ginny admitted. "I still don't know what I'm doing or what I'm saying and if it's all connecting into the same thought. One minute I know exactly what I want to tell you and two minutes later I'm playing the blame game and comparing your reactions to my own fears and it doesn't make any sense at all."
Harry's brow furrowed in confusion.
"I'm not making any sense now, am I?"
"Not really, no," he replied. "But you look beautiful trying to explain it."
Ginny blushed. "Harry… you've always been the most important person in my life. You're my best friend and talking to you has always been easy, like breathing."
"I feel the same."
She nodded. "But then not talking to you and holding back because I was scared, it was like this change came over me. Suddenly nothing I did made sense and when I tried to backtrack and figure out where I went wrong, it was all about the potion and my fears of manipulating you or causing you to have this weakness that Tom can exploit and it's all jumbled here in my brain. I can't explain it properly, but I miss you, every day."
"Me too," he said. "So much, Gin."
Ginny let out a slow breath. "I thought taking it slow was the answer. I thought trying to be friends again was what we needed to get back to where we were. But it's not working."
Harry frowned. "Gin, we're just getting started again and —"
"—No," she interrupted. "It's not working. We're not working, Harry. All we do is miss each other. We're never on the same wave length. We never really know what's going on in each other's lives. It's like we're living lives that don't interconnect. Ron told me about KJ and Romy offering to have a threesome with you and the thought that you could even consider it with them, with her —"
"—Ginny, I would never! I love you! It's always been you!—"
"—and I know that it's all my fault," she continued as if she hadn't heard him. "I'm the one who pushed you away. I'm the one who thought that it was a good idea to take this break and now you have your pick of all of these beautiful witches and I hate it, Harry, I hate it! I don't want to be jealous or irrational, but I'm feeling all of those things and it's my fault and I hate it!"
Harry stared at her, confusion all over his face. "Ginny, what… what are you saying?"
She stared at him, her brown eyes dark with emotion. "I'm saying that I'm stupid and jealous and I miss you and I wanted to sit here and talk it out properly, but sod it!"
Before Harry could comment, she let go of his hands and leaned in, throwing her arms around his neck and kissed him. His hands slid up her back, holding her in place as her lips met his and he felt pure bliss. Happiness radiated through him for the first time in ages, and he finally felt like he'd come home.
He pulled back enough to cup her face in his hands, his eyes on hers. "Are you sure?"
Ginny nodded. "Yes. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you, Harry. I'm sorry that it took me so long to figure it out, but I love you and I want to be with you and nothing else matters."
He dropped his mouth back to hers, kissing her deeply and passionately. His fingers danced through her hair, as his lips raced over hers, drinking her in. He pulled her closer, wrapping her legs around his waist as they snogged, lips nipping and teasing in quick bites in between long, slow kisses designed to drive them mad. Ginny's hands were in his hair, mussing up his locks, and soon his glasses were fogging due to the intensity of their kiss.
He muttered a quick defogging charm under his breath before he kissed her again, holding onto her for dear life. His hands clutched her hips, slipping down to hold her thighs in place around his waist. His fingers played with the ends of her hair and his hands slid up her back as if he couldn't stay still, as if he had to keep touching her, pulling her closer and closer until she couldn't possibly be any closer to him.
Ginny's hands ran over his shoulders and under his shirt, soft hands running up over his muscles as her mouth attacked his and when she moved down to kiss his throat, sucking the skin there, hard enough to leave a mark, he groaned.
Ginny's brown eyes met his, a soft smile on her face before she reached out and traced his bottom lip with her thumb. He took a moment to stare at her. Brown eyes dark with desire, her mouth and cheeks swollen from his mouth and his almost-beard.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice hoarse. "I… I haven't shaved in weeks."
Ginny nipped at his mouth. "It's okay. I rather like it."
Then her lips were on his again and nothing felt more perfect.
End Author's Notes:
Just a reminder of who my pregnant witches are.
Marcus Belby (7th year Ravenclaw, now 18 and serving time in the Azkaban Crypt after being arrested in June 1997). Arranged marriage to pureblood witch Marian Lofthouse (7th year Slytherin, now 18). Marian escaped to the Tonkses' through Snape's help and just gave birth to a son, Bennett Marcus Belby on 7th October.
Holden Ledbury (7th year Slytherin, his legs were crushed in the attack in June 1997. He is paralyzed and now serving time in the Azkaban Crypt). Arranged marriage to Titus Avery Senior's granddaughter, Aeliana who worked in the Ministry before her grandfather forced her to marry. Aeliana escaped to the Tonkses' with Snape's help and gave birth to a daughter, Evelyn Avery Ledbury on 3rd October.
Xander Lofthouse (7th year Slytherin and twin brother of Marian, now 18). Arrange marriage to 14 year-old-pureblood also from Slytherin, Juliet Parks. She's 15 now and both escaped to the Tonkses' with Snape's help. Juliet gave birth to a daughter, Penelope Juliet Lofthouse on 4th October.
Graham Pritchard (4th year Slytherin, now 15). He was put into an arranged marriage with Shanae Templeton, a fellow Slytherin 4th year and younger sister of Siobhan. Pritchard was one of the first Snape helped escape with Ted and Andromeda during the attack on June 1997. He and Shanae have become very close friends and companions and now have a son, Henry Graham Pritchard, born on 1st October.
Caleb Rowle is 29 years old and the eldest child of Thorfinn Rowle. His younger brother Abel is also a Death Eater and his two youngest sisters, Olivia and Ophelia were married off as well. He was married off to 4th year Flora Carrow, the daughter of Amycus Carrow and twin sister of Hestia. With Snape's help, Flora escaped to the Tonkses' and gave birth to a son, Ethan Caleb Rowle on 29th September.
Pansy and Greg had Grayson on the 28th of September.
Currently hiding out in Wiltshire Manor with Draco and Blaise are the following:
1. Malcolm Baddock (15) escaped with Graham Pritchard with Snape's help after being repeated raped by his wife Alecto Carrow (39). Alecto lost their son in July, in a stillbirth. She named him Mason.
2. Graham Pritchard (15)
3. Shanae Templeton Pritchard (15)
4. Henry Graham Pritchard (newborn)
5. Marian Lofthouse Belby (18)
6. Bennett Marcus Belby (newborn)
7. Aeliana Avery Ledbury (19)
8. Evelyn Avery Ledbury (newborn)
9. Xander Lofthouse (18)
10. Juliet Parks Lofthouse (15)
11. Penelope Juliet Lofthouse (newborn)
12. Flora Carrow Rowle (15)
13. Ethan Caleb Rowle (newborn)
Hope that helps! Thanks for reading and please review!