Author's Note: I'm sorry this story is coming out slow, but unfortunately for me, life and school get in the way sometimes. So without further ado, I bring you the next chapter. Happy Reading! P.S. I acknowledge that most of the elements of my story belong to JKR.

Here I go
Scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only
My only one

"Only One"-Yellowcard

Chapter Sixteen: Only Them

Spending all your time with an irate Hermione Weasley in the Hogwarts library was not the way to live your life, but circumstances had pushed it to that. Searching the library for the sixtieth time this past month for something on the awful madness Lucius Malfoy had created in us the past two months was killing me. Yes, a month after Lucius stole my magic he found Hermione and took hers. The harder thing for Hermione to grasp was she was pregnant, and he had managed to take the baby's magic too, because the baby itself would be a Halfblood. It was the reason we were so relentlessly searching through the library. My sister was currently with the children in my quarters, like she had been every night this past month. I waited until my children were asleep and I went out searching for the 'cure.' I mainly did it for Hermione, because I had come to terms with the loss and continual separation from my magic. I had even made plans to let Draco have custody of the children so they would grow up with magic and proper instruction, while I spent weekends with them. However, just because I had resolved myself to this life, I never gave up for Hermione. That girl was slowly losing her mind because she wasn't a witch right now.

"Hermione, we should probably head to our rooms. We're not finding anything tonight." I said at three in the morning, much like I had every night for the last month.

"Just another half hour Jordayna, I know there's something in this library." She whispered, and I nodded. The routine was all-too-familiar. We went back to searching the stacks of the library. I decided to go down the aisle about famous witches and wizards. We had thought it was useless the first night, but at this point, the Malfoys were famous…right? I scanned titles across the shelves. The Relation of Every Pureblooded Witch or Wizard to the Black Family, The Potter Family: The People You Do Not Know, Who Are Related to the Boy Who Lived, and various others like that were what I first saw. The Last of the Prominent Pureblood Families in Britain, well that surely had to mention the Malfoys, if not to give us information on some potion concocted by Lucius, it would still be a good read for me. I grabbed it, and decided in ten minutes when I told Hermione it was time to leave I would take it with me.


"Ron, Malfoy, we need to stop. You two cannot keep going on two hours of sleep." I heard Potter call from behind me. I knew he was right too, but Weasley and I had already vowed to keep going until this was over. We had three motives total. One was Jordayna, two was Granger-Weasley, and third was we'd all be lost if my father got to Potter. The thought lingered in the back of mine and Weasley's minds.

"Did you hear that?" Weasley asked as we approached the small wizarding community of Thistle. I could hear the commotion that was going to meet us on the other side of the wall, we were already too late. My father had wreaked havoc on this place. He was getting stronger with every drop of magic he stole from someone else, and soon no one would be able to go up against him.


I was sitting on the couch in my headquarters reading the book I had taken with me from the library the night before (I left Madam Pince a note). I was perusing through the Malfoy chapter.

For the last four generations of Malfoys, there has only been one child produced and he has always been a son. Once this son is of the age 25, then he inherits his part of the Malfoy fortune. Many have said that Erebus Malfoy actually created a curse so that this occurrence of one son was permanent. Witnesses have said they have seen a leather-bound book in Malfoy Manor that contains many dark spells and potions that Erebus Malfoy was trying to perfect. It is believed that one of these potions could even take magic away from Muggle-borns, if it was perfected.

I had found the little bit of information that I needed. I hurriedly penned a note to Draco and sent it on its way. Hopefully this would all be over soon.


It took me a week in the Manor to find the leather-bound book, and it did contain the potion that my father used on Jordayna and Hermione in it. Once I had found it, I immediately showed it to Potter and Weasley and together, we had orchestrated a plan to stop my father's madness. I knew it was going to be a hard battle because my father had already stole so much magic, but it was worth it.

The book had said the only way to reverse all the wrongs was for the blood of the first victim, and the captor to be mixed with the original ingredients, and the first victim had to drink it. The magic that was stolen should then return to who it originally belonged. The important part was getting close enough to get some of my father's blood, and not getting Jordayna hurt.

We had spent time putting ourselves together to try and get this to run as smoothly as possible. Other Aurors were brought to help keep Jordayna safe. The original ingredients for the potion were put together in a vial awaiting the last two things. We had found my father in a hide-out in the country. Now it was going in there and doing what we had planned.

"Ready?" I asked the countless other Aurors with me. Five stood protecting Jordayna, while Potter, Weasley, and I were going to lead the attack.

We entered the abandoned inn. My father was standing in front of the fireplace discussing the next raid, when we burst into the room. He immediately sent his minions after us, and there were duels happening left and right. I killed two in my pursuit to get to Lucius Malfoy, the man I would no longer call my father.

"What are you going to do Draco? Kill me?" Lucius asked me as I approached him. I instinctively concealed the very small paring knife for potions in my right hand as I got closer. When he didn't expect anything because I hadn't responded, I quickly pressed the knife into his side.

"No, I plan on putting things back to the way they were." I answered as I tossed the knife to one of the Aurors guarding Jordayna. They dropped two drops of his blood into the vial, along with two drops of hers. I watched as she lifted the vial, gave a nod and a smirk to Lucius, and then drank the entire thing.

"NO!" Lucius managed to scream before he collapsed to the ground and started writhing. Different colors of light started to crawl from his body, and a green one found its way to Jordayna's. I turned around to face Lucius, and in his eyes, he knew what was coming, but I didn't.

"Jordayna?" I asked her. I knew she would know what the question was. She nodded her head, and without much more. "Avada Kedavra," I said as a green light illuminated from the end of my wand and killed my father.

"NO!" A scream erupted from the back of the room, and Nott came to the front of the on-looking crowd.

"Yes, and even though you should suffer the same consequences, I'd rather see you put in a cage, where you belong." Jordayna whispered to him. The five Aurors who were protecting her, left her side and began to grab as many of the followers that they could.


It was finally over. When we returned to Hogwarts, Hermione was crying from how happy she was. I was glad for her. No one deserved their magic back more than she did. If she hadn't kept us looking in the library, I may never have found the book that saved us all.

"Mummy? Are you better now?" Medea asked.

"Yes sweetie. We're all better now." I answered as Draco came up to me and gave me a kiss on the forehead. Everyone we had been friends with stood with us in the Great Hall. Ron held Hermione as she cried, Blaise and Daphne stood with their son to the side. Harry and Ginny stood towards the back of the commotion to just watch us.

"Before anyone leaves, I'd like to do just one thing." Draco announced to the room, as he shifted my necklace around in his hand. He removed the post and transfigured it back to the engagement ring it once was. "Jordayna, will you marry me?"

I almost responded negatively, but then stopped myself, all of the threats and pain were over. I just nodded and he smirked and put the ring on my finger.


"Merlin, what am I going to say? I haven't even written vows." I panicked.

"Should have thought of that before you put the dress on, you do realize that you're supposed to be out there in ten minutes?" Daphne asked me.

"Yes I know that!"

"Mummy, when do we get to open presents."

"Medea, not right now! Your mother is getting ready for the wedding. You can open your Christmas presents later at my house." Narcissa scolded her. I guess it was mine and Draco's fault to be having our wedding on Christmas, but with everyone already getting together, it just made sense.

Mum finished putting my veil in my hair, while my mother stood in the corner watching the proceedings with magic. I felt a little sympathy for her. I mean being a Muggle there was nothing she could do at her daughter's wedding, but watch.

"Are we ready? It's time to start." Hermione whispered fiercely into the room. I was getting ready in my bedroom of Mallerd Mansion. It was my dad's wedding present to Draco and I. I would get to raise my children in the home I grew up in as I went to Hogwarts.

"She's ready." Ginny squealed as she finished handing out the flowers to everyone. The pairs walked out in front of me, as I figured out what I was going to say when I got to the end of that aisle. Medea and Scorpius were first. Medea was dressed in a white dress with green lace and ribbons, while Scorpius was in a tux with green trimmings. Next were Hermione and Ron in red, Harry and Ginny in green, Luna and Zacharias in red, Daphne and Blaise in green, and finally Nicolette in red. It was my turn, I walked with my arm linked in my father's to where Draco was standing in a tuxedo looking just as wonderful as the day he was leaning in my doorframe watching me yell at myself.

We got there, and my father kissed my cheek and took his place among the guests. Everything went by in such a flurry, that before I knew it, I had to speak, and only one thing came to mind.

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"Once again, and always, the pleasure was all mine." As soon as the words left his mouth he bent to kiss me and I could hear clapping in the background