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I headed down the steps with Emma talking to me asking me about when I was born. We were good friends so I kept my temper, but it didn't help with the fact that we were going to potions. It must be something in our blood. That must be why none of the potions teachers like us at all. Professor Raren was a mean, evil person. She was beautiful, if you were into that type. She was Chinese and had evil pointing eyes. I didn't care for her and she made it a point to make me look ridiculous. I sat down and she walked in."
"Children, sit down now." Emma rolled her eyes at me and I smiled. How was she ever married? Who would want to marry that? Natasha was sitting in front of me with her hair in a high pony tail making it hard for me to see over her head.
"So, Ms. Potter, what would be the final ingredient?" My head shot up.
"Excuse me, I didn't catch what you were asking."
"Well, the final ingredient to the potion mix you seem to be looking at so intently."
"Oh, I was just trying to see what was on the board, I couldn't see---"
"Oh, bad eyes, well I will accommodate you, sit where John is sitting." John stood up and I went rigid. Charles Goyle was on one side and Derrick was on the other. "Is there a problem with your legs, move." I stood and walked over to the table. Derrick glanced at me and I ignored him. Charles smiled smugly and made it a point to knock over my ginger roots. I rolled my eyes and moved a bit closer to Derrick, who was making it obvious that he was ignoring me.
"Look, I am sorry for what happened today, I get a bit touchy when it comes to what happened to my mum."
"Lily Potter, Do not talk, five points from Gryffindor." From then on I did my potions in silence and when the bell rang, I walked outside fuming over my new seat. I bumped into Al and he looked at me and I gasped as I saw a black eye.
"How the bloody hell did you get that?"
"Lily, don't say bloody hell."
"Answer the question."
"You punched me." I frowned and gave him an i I'm sorry /i look. "It's okay. So how is your day?"
"Horrible, I hate the potions teacher."
"Oh, yeah, Professor Raren hates our family."
"Why, what did you do to her?" I asked sarcastically.
"I didn't, Dad did. Professor Raren's maiden name is Chang, as in Cho Chang."
"Get! OUT!" I stopped dead in my tracks. "Cho Chang, as in, the girl Dad was in love with before he went out with Mum."
"Bingo, Cho never got over the fact that Dad didn't chase after her once she was gone, and now she makes it a point to make our family pay."
"Oh great, that means I will be stuck next to Goyle and Derrick for the rest of the year."
"Try the rest of your life." I groaned as we walked up a flight of stairs.
"So, have you been asked to the Halloween Ball yet, you know, so I know who to beat up for asking my sister out."
"No," I rolled my eyes. "And if you do that, I will give you another black eye. Who have you asked?"
"Violet Thomas." I smiled remembering her eccentric mother, Lavender Thomas, who had married Dad's old mate, the man going against Sally Perk's in Derrick's father's case.
"Wow, that is taking a chance."
"Hey, she isn't like her mother." I smiled and said good-bye to my brother as we parted ways to go to our next class...
Back at the Potter home 1:24:34 a.m.
i The room was dark and I can't move, my stomach is cramping and I can't stop the pain. I try to breath correctly, but it does no good. From across the room I hear the bolt unlocking the door and a man steps in. He is holding a tray of food not fit for Fur ball, Fluffy's new puppy. His eyes get big as he sees me there, helpless. "Well, this isn't good. What if I have to get a doctor?" He sets the tray down. "Well, I guess I could buy someone's silence, although if your husband would just give me what I want I wouldn't have to do this. I look down and suddenly realize I am not as young as I once was. I have the scar from the time I cut myself with a knife a year ago. Also, my outfit shows what I bought last week. This is my new baby, not Lily, I realize in horror... /i
Ginny Potter woke heaving for air while tears rolled down her cheek. Harry was beside her rubbing her back. Her breathing became normal, but she was still crying. "Darling, are you alright, this can't be good for the baby." She laid her head on his shoulder.
"It was another memory. When I went into labor with Lily, only this time, it was with this little guy." She started rubbing her belly and looked at Harry. He smiled a little, trying to reassure her.
"Look, I promise that Draco Malfoy will never see the outside of Azkaban. I will do everything in my power."
"What if that isn't enough?"
"It will have to be, won't it?" She smiled, but tears were still streaming down her face. "I know this is hard for you, but maybe we can talk about baby names, I was thinking if it was a boy, Cedric." Ginny nodded her head slowly, it made sense, all of the other names were of people that they had lost in our lives. She slowly regained composure.
"As long as it isn't Draco or Tom... Or Severus..." They both laughed, but it was forced. They lay back down and Harry put a protective arm around Ginny, thinking of their daughter and son at Hogwart's. He was going there tomorrow to try and get some talk out of Draco's boy, and he was wishing for the best. He remembered all those years of losing people, just to destroy one man and seven horcruxes. He had almost lost Ginny during those years, and he wanted her to be safe and feel safe. That was why he had to put Draco away, to keep Ginny happy. It didn't hurt that he hated Draco, either. He felt Ginny's breathing steady, and thought of how Ron and Hermione were doing at Hogwarts. Hermione had told him yesterday that she was expecting another child, but she hadn't told Ron. She had even picked out the names, both starting with 'd' so they could still have alphabetical names. He smiled as he thought of all the kids that had come from the Weasley's. They really were the ultimate family. He slowly drifted off wondering if Lily had ever opened that package he gave her.
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At the exact moment Dad fell asleep, I was waking up. I had another nightmare about Mum getting kidnapped. I looked around the room and saw that all the others were sleeping peacefully. Taking out my wand, I whispered, "Lumos," and it lit up. I remembered how Dad had given me a package. Quickly, it was dug out of the bottom of my truck and I ripped the paper off. Inside was a letter and a tattered old invisibility cloak. I opened the letter
i Dear Lily,
As you know, this is the invisibility cloak I used when I was a kid at Hogwarts. It is very nice, and I want you to treat it nicely. Your brother has received my Marauder's Map, but I have enclosed an identical one (without the nasty comments made by Grandpa and his mates, so don't get any ideas) so you would not feel left out. Al also has an invisibility cloak, so it is equal. Treat these things wisely, and remember, to open up the map, say 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good' and to make it go, say 'mischief managed.' Don't get into to much trouble, and careful of those evil potions teachers.
Love,
Dad (a.k.a. The boy who lived) /i
I laughed at the last line, and the boy who lived, because at one point in time that was all I called him. It was thoughtful of him to give me such a great gift, and I slowly slid it under all my other things in the trunk. These were important, and I would cherish them forever, or at least until my children wanted something. I slowly climbed under my covers and thought about the Halloween ball, falling asleep wondering if I was going to be asked...
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Draco Malfoy sat in his cell, thinking of his new trial. He hoped it would be enough, but there was always the kidnapping charge. Sally said she would say Voldemort had him under a spell then. Draco had already decided that this woman didn't have a conscience, or at least, not a very big one. She didn't mind lying even though she knew he was guilty, everyone knew, the question was, would she be able to convince a jury that it was under the wrong state of mind. He smiled as he thought of getting out of here, divorcing his wife and gaining his son back. He might even try to take his lawyer out; of course she would want to. Even if he didn't look his best right now, he knew he would look better once he got out of Azkaban. For once in years, he felt a glimmer of hope, and he held on to that hope, hoping none of the death eaters would feel it. He slowly dragged himself to his ratty mattress, suddenly exhausted and ready to sleep for the first time in years...