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"This is the grossest thing I have ever stepped foot in..." I hissed as I looked at the metal pole sitting in front of me. I was standing in a grimy, grungy vehicle with smelly polyester seats sitting in rows with stuffing falling out of it. People sat staggered throughout the place. The wheels clambered over bumps on the road and the smell made me gag, suffocating all the air around me.

"You don't get out much, do you?" Derrick questioned. I looked up at him, for the first time noticing how tall he was compared to me.

"I never needed to stand in a smelly thing that didn't know the meaning of a 'smooth ride'."

"Lily, it's a bus. Get over it. People ride them every day." I glared at him, looking out the window. The streets steamed and people walked around, not minding the noisy machine I was standing in.

"Do you ride this that often." At that moment, the bus jolted, and I felt myself losing balance, flying through the air. I should have grabbed the pole, like Derrick had, but I had to be smart and germ-aware. I felt myself being caught, and I felt my heart skip a beat as I looked up into Derrick's eyes. He gave a lean smile. I shook off the feeling. "Thanks a bunch night in shining armor," I sneered. He lifted me upon onto my feet.

"No problem, always willing to help my favorite damsel in distress," He snapped right back. I closed my eyes and cringed as I grabbed on to the pole above me. I felt the germs seeping into my skins and almost considered holding onto his arm instead. He smiled at the expression on my face and I stuck my tongue out at him. The bus came to a jeering halt and I let out a breath as fresh air swooshed in. "Lily, this is our stop."

"Oh thank god!" I sighed. I ran down the steps, onto the sidewalk of downtown London. I looked around at all the Muggles rushing through the city, riding in their taxis and walking down sidewalks. It was so much to take in. The city was so big; there were so many horns and people yelling on their mobiles. I had talked on one once, but didn't' understand the appeal. Derrick grabbed my hand, and I felt the hairs on my neck stand up. I shook it off, weaving in and out of the crowds with Derrick as he led me down the street. He sped off to the right, and I almost lost my footing.

"Careful, princess," he murmured under his breath sarcastically.

"You're hilarious!" I bantered back to him. He laughed, stopping in front of a nice looking building. I looked over at it. "This is where she lives?"

"Yep," Derrick gave a wary glance at the doorman

"Why the Muggle building? Wouldn't it be easier to live in the Wizard parts? Why bother with converting her wages to pounds?"

"Well, it's conspicuous, plus probably she prefers the time away from her kind."

" i Her people /i , what doesn't make us i your /i people?"

"I didn't mean it like that. It's just; sometimes it's easier not to be judged. I mean, I love wizards, but when I grew up with my grandparents in the Muggle world—"

"You grew up in the Muggle world?"

"Yeah, my Muggle-hating grandpa fell in love with a Muggle, so I grew up in London away from the wizards. It was nice, people didn't judge as much."

"No, but if you had to ride on one of i those /i every day, I'd rather deal with the judgment." Derrick rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Let's go in." I smiled shyly at the doorman who watched us with speculating eyes. I slid pat him, Derrick following close behind. "She lives on the top floor."

"Less noticeable if you're casting spells," I nodded, heading for the stairs.

"Lily, what are you doing?"

"I am going upstairs."

"Twenty-four floors up? Let's take the elevator." He walked over to two doors and pressed a button. I walked up cautiously, jumping back as the doors slid sideways.

"What does that do?"

"Takes us up and down." He walks in, and I followed slowly. They slid shut, and I took a deep breath in. I felt my face start to flush, and my breathing got sharper. I closed my eyes, even though I know Derrick was looking at me.

"Are you...claustrophobic?"

"What are you talking about?" I snapped. I looked over at him, glaring. "I am fine."

"Yea, you look fine." The doors opened and I bolted out, taking in the air. "Yep, you're fine." I slapped him with the back of my hand, walking to my right. "Other way, Lily." I turned around, walking in the opposite direction.

"Let's go." I said sharply. We walked down the hall to the right door, and I rested my head on the door. "No one's there," I took out my wand. "Alohomora."

"Wow, you know your stuff."

"My aunt is Professor Weasley." He nodded. We walked inside, and I looked around. "You start in the living room; I will start in the study. I walked into the study and began to rifle around. There was nothing truly of help. Files on her clients and letters sprawled around.

Suddenly, something caught my eye. It was a file with a picture peaking out. I lifted it up, and looked at a teenage girl giving a grimace that was facing me. She had greasy hair that was frizzed all around her. Her eyes shone behind thick glasses, and she waved half-heartedly at the camera. This truly wasn't what I noticed, however. It was the two people leaning against the pillar in the background. It was my parents in my father's sixth year. They were smiling, looking into each other's eyes. I smiled faintly, and a jolt came through my stomach. I ran my finger against the edge of my mother's face and let out a sigh. I picked up the file, and tons of photos spilled out onto the floor. There were pictures of my father, of Malfoy, of the girl spread out across the floor. I looked down in horror. The pictures ranged in years. Some were of their years at Hogwarts, some from the beginning of their adult lives, some from the trial.

"She's sick," I whispered under my breath. This was beyond obsession. I flipped a picture over, and looked at the inscription on the back. i THEY'LL PAY /i . "Derrick! Derrick!" He came running in, looking at me. I held up the picture, letting him look at it. "It's written on the backs of all of them, over and over again. It's like she has this big vendetta or something."

"Look what I found." I grabbed what he was holding, looking at it closely.

"What is this?" He smiled at me.

"It's a ticket to the tube."

"So?"

"It's an underground train."

"Why does that mean anything?"

"You have to think, Lily. What would someone who can Apparate wherever she like buy a tube ticket?" I looked up at him, smiling.

"You are my new hero."

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"The baby's coming," Ginny cried out, her voice rising in panic. The ropes binding her unraveled around her She slid to the floor, trying to calm herself. "I don't know what to do! How am I supposed to do this? I need help. I need Harry!"

"Ginny, keep breathing, you need to concentrate. In...out...in...out. Keep that up."

"Something isn't right Malfoy! Something isn't right! I can…OH MY GOD!" She screamed in sudden pain, throwing her head back. She leaned against the chair behind her, looking at the dank, dark cave surrounding her. This was where she was going to birth her child. She looked up at Malfoy, and he looked down at her, his eyes worried. She saw something she had never seen before. She saw a flicker of ...compassion, and she almost believed she saw love.

"I will be down in a minute." He started to lean against the ropes, pushing out against them. He kept pushing, and soon the ropes started to bloody. Ginny looked over at him in terror, trying to keep up with her breathing.

"Malfoy! It's coming quickly." He screamed out loud. Soon the binds unwound, and he was on the floor, looking at Ginny with worried eyes.

"Ginny, I am really sorry, but I have to get into your knickers." Ginny eyes got large, but she looked at him carefully. She slowly nodded, and he slowly got her into position. "Ginny, the baby isn't coming out the right way. We are going to have to turn it."

"Turn the baby. It isn't safe! You might hurt the baby!" She looked at him with fear, and he looked at her with understanding and care.

"We don't have a choice here, it's ready to come and you need to do it. Ginny, look at me. You can't push until I get it turned. I can't do that until you trust me. I mean, complete trust. The kind of trust I don't deserve from you. Can you give me that trust?" Ginny looked up at him, and let her whole body calm itself for a moment.

"Yes. Malfoy, do it." She raised her eyes up, not wanting to look at what was happening. Tears streaked down her face, and she gripped the dirt around her, trying to find something that she could hold onto to at this point in time.

"Ginny. I got it. Now you have to push." She let out a scream as she wailed out loud, feeling relief, as she knew it was okay. "I see a face. It's coming. IT'S coming!" She pushed again, screaming as loud as she could. She heard Malfoy yelp with joy and heard a sudden, soft cry. She felt a rush of emotion as more tears fell. Malfoy placed the baby in her arms, using her pants that had been cast aside to clean it off. "You have a new baby boy." She looked down at him, smiling and laughing out loud. She looked over at Malfoy who stared in wonder at the baby.

"He's okay," She looked down at the baby. "You're okay. Oh, you don't know how scared I was. I thought you weren't gonna live for a second there. I love you so much." She looked up, smiling at Malfoy. "Thank you Draco. Thank you so much."

"He deserved to be born. He is going to be amazing." Ginny glanced down, and gasped as she saw blood streaking Malfoy's shirt. "Draco, is that my blood or yours."

He looked down, forcing a smile, "I believe that it's my blood."

"Are you okay?"

"Ginny, don't worry. You need to calm down. Lay back and get some rest, we are no longer tied up." Ginny looked at him worriedly, but she looked down at her healthy son. She looked up at Malfoy.

"Could you um, turn away? I have to try to feed him." Malfoy nodded, standing up and walking over to the wall and leaning against it. He sank to the floor, closing his eyes.

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I walked down the steps, feeling a cold air float up against my skin. Derrick threw me his leather jacket, and I begrudgingly took it, feeling the warm leather as I slid it across my arms. "Thank you," I said softly.

"Any time." We walked across the floor, and he placed her card on the scanner.

"Where do we go? Where could she hide two people?"

"Our best bet would be to go in the tunnels. They have walkways we can get into. And…" He paused and nudged me. There was red tape against one of the tunnel walls, and it claimed that the it was out of order. I looked over at him, giving him a smile as he grabbed my hand, leading me to the tunnel.

"It's official, you truly are my hero."