A/N: ok so my chappies seem to be getting shorter i apologize….but so long as you like the story and i keep writing it…everyones good…right?..enjoy

Chapter 6 What you forget…someone else will find…

She walked through the fire place with two of the most beautiful children he had ever seen and the instant he saw them he knew the world would change for them.

"Our family must protect them, through the ages, until they wake. They will be the start of a new line, Max… and we will watch over them along with the Malfoys and Weasleys…"

"It has to be finished…" he said as he took the children from his wife, allowing her to collapse into a chair, her sorrow washing over her. And she cried for her friends, their children, and the fate of the magical world. He carried the babies into the bedroom and placed them gently on the bed before he took up a journal and began to let the truth out so that his family could care for theirs, so that people would know that these children were special. To record the things they did, so that generations later they would ask themselves why they had not cried for their mother.

Ginny tossed and turned, she was supposed to be doing something but she didn't know what. So she was running, she was running toward it but every step she took seemed to take her farther from it. She wanted answers. Wanted to know why things had changed between her and Draco. Why they had both accepted this duty with out fighting- which is saying something since they were always fighting. She only woke when her legs got tangled in her sheets and she went tumbling to the ground. Mumbling she picked herself up and headed for the shower. She stood there, letting the cold water wash over her when she saw a flash of a family tree before her eyes and it was gone just as quickly. She turned of the water and stepped out in the cool air when she was done and wrapped a towel around herself before pulling her wet hair back and returning to the chest at the foot of her bed for fresh clothes. By the time she was finished dressing, the other girls in her room were starting to wake up, Gin's cue to head to the Great Hall for breakfast. 'I wish had taken the Prefect rooms.' She thought as she looked at the girls before leaving. By the time she had exited the common room her thoughts had shifted. '…Why can't I have normal dreams? Why do all of my dreams actually have to make sense?' she asked herself, a mopey look appearing on her face.

Draco sat down at his house table and loaded his plate with food. As he was working on a particularly sweet glass of Pumpkin juice, he looked up to see her walk in. She sat down at the far end of her table without looking around and began to place a bit of fruit on a napkin, she took a quick drink and then looked right at him before standing and leaving the Hall. He sat there in a slight daze for a second before a smooth voice interrupted his thoughts. Blaise Zabini sat next to Draco and simply said, "Weasley's got fire this year," before he dove into his own food.

Hermione Granger sat in a corner of the Gryffindor common room staring at a piece of parchment spread out on the table before her. She was in such complete awe of the information in front of her that she didn't even realize when the two most important men in her life came to stand beside her.

"'Mione…"

"Son of a…" she jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Bloody Hell 'Mione didn't mean to scare the piss outta ya. Just thought we could run to the Great Hall before class starts. Unless you're too busy for…"

"FOOD!" he was cut off by Ron's outburst and then began laughing as the other boy stepped up to her chair and began shaking it out from under her. "FOOOOOOD!" Ron cried again.

"Oh for heaven's sake Ronald! I get the point, follow your stomach, lead the way!" She shouted over his cries and forgot all about the parchment she left on the table as she followed Ron and Harry out of the portrait hole.

Ginny was heading out of the common room for the second time in under an hour- she had to come back for her book bag- when she saw another flash of the mysterious family tree. She headed for a table taking out parchment in a quill to try and sketch it before she forgot it again, when she found the object of her frustrations already there, waiting. Not having time to wonder about who's it was, or how it got there, or even how she was sure it was the same family tree she shoved everything into her bag and ran out the portrait hole sprinting for History of Magic.