AN: Alright so...I'm aware this chapter isn't as long as most of the others, but I felt it was a perfect place to end it. I've got the climax perfectly situated in my head...now it's a matter of writing it out...patience my lovelies. Always, thanx for reading *kisses*

Chapter 23 – The Errors of Relocation

"There are entirely too many Weasleys in my home." Lucius Malfoy sniffed with the disdain of a pureblood supremacist while poking his cooled eggs with the tines of his fork.

To say he was displeased when he ventured into the formal dining room of Malfoy Manor to enjoy a quiet breakfast and discovered entirely too many red haired wizards was an understatement. Of course, he refused to cause a blight upon his family name and superior breeding by hexing the bastards, but he was quite inclined to close his eyes and count the many ways he would thoroughly enjoy dismembering the raucous wizards. The corner of his lip lifted in a half snarl upon spying the younger Weasley shoving bits of pancake into his gaping mouth, allowing the syrup to drip from his lips to his ridiculous red plaid shirt.

"Disgusting. Your mother must be simply appalled by your lack of grace."

"Lucius, contain yourself. It isn't as if you have not been reprimanded by your lack of manners when presented with Hermione's fish and chips." Narcissa allowed a small smile to grace her features before taking a small sip of her tea.

Her husband wasn't wrong, the young Weasley did have appalling manners, but it wasn't proper to comment upon such things in mixed company.

"I'm afraid you'd have a better chance of the wind dancing the waltz than getting Ron there to eat with a modicum of respect. Mother's tried for years and look how well that turned out." George shrugged, used to his brothers antics, while helping himself to another serving of fried eggs and bacon.

Neville almost wished he had accompanied his wife to Forest Lake, until he remembered how incensed she had been. While he wasn't exactly comfortable rubbing elbows with Lucius Malfoy, anything was better than Pansy's temper. His fingers shook, causing his china cup to rattle. Lucius dropped his fork onto his plate and stood quickly.

"I shan't abide it a moment longer." Without another word or even a glance in his wife's direction, he strode from the dining room directly towards the Floo.

"We didn't drive him away, did we?" Ron snickered slurping his pumpkin juice loudly.

"Mr. Weasley, you give yourself entirely too much credit. Lucius is simply accustomed to the silence while he breaks the fast. While he believes I am none the wiser, I know he often slips off to visit Hermione. He does adore her waffles." Narcissa nodded at her eclectic group of visitors and wandered into her garden. At least there she wouldn't be subjected to Ron Weasley's eating habits.

"Seems as though you've cleared the room Ron." George chuckled, shoving the last bit of toast into his mouth. He decided it was time to rouse his wife from slumber and sought to ply her with breakfast.

"What? I'm hungry!"

Ron Weasley seemed to be the only person enjoying his surroundings. It wasn't that he adored Malfoy Manor or anything, quite the contrary. Fact of the matter was, he was quite enamored with their house elves. Whatever he could think of eating, they brought him. It was akin to heaven. His wife had long since stopped trying to convince him there were better ways to spend his time when she watched his eyes roll back in head upon tasting a decadent chocolate creation.

"Nick and Daphne are at it again." Millie grumbled, thumbing through one of Narcissa's romance novels.

"For a witch who claims to absolutely detest her husband, she sure shags him quite a lot." Padma glanced down at her rounded belly with a practiced eye.

"Ron hasn't touched me since I told him I'd quite like to have a child. He claims he's not ready and we're too young."

"I bet George could knock a bit of sense into him. He's completely obsessed with the twins." Millie tried her damnedest not to stare at Padma with the jealousy she felt, but she knew she couldn't manage it long.

"I'm going to bother Daphne and Nick, perhaps they'll let me watch or something."

Millicent Weasley slowly wandered the twisting corridors of Malfoy Manor with a heavy heart. The thought of marriage had never occurred to her really. She was always a large girl with wide shoulders and even her mother said her face left something to be desired. She knew Ron Weasley wasn't the brightest bloke or the best looking man either, but with a bit of training he had sussed out alright. Sure, they didn't have the blatantly obvious, ridiculously affectionate relationship Draco and Hermione had, but that was alright. They didn't have the shag until we're dead relationship Nick and Daphne apparently had either. They didn't have the easy camaraderie that Padma and George had and now that Millie was actually thinking about it, she wondered what sort of relationship she and Ron did have.

They weren't exactly friends, as they hadn't much in common. They definitely weren't lovers, considering Ron had barely managed to consummate their marriage. She supposed the only thing it could be called was reluctant acceptance, which didn't make her feel a bit better about anything.

She paused in front of an ornate mirror and stared at her reflection with a critical eye. She went through her mental checklist, hating herself just a little bit more.

'Brows too thick. Shoulders too wide. Hair too lackluster. Chin too square. Eyes too small.' Her shoulders slumped, yet no matter how hard she tried, Millie would never be able to make herself smaller.

She ambled toward the picture window beckoning her and pushed aside the heavy draperies. The Malfoy estate really was quite lovely. It was nicer than the home she grew up in, but that wasn't saying much. The Malfoy estate was nicer than anywhere she'd ever seen. The rolling hills of green grass appealed to her the most. She had half a mind to wander out into the garden and sit beneath one of the many large trees near the pond when she spied Ron.

Ron was kicking up tufts of grass near the furthest edge of the Malfoy estate grumbling to himself. He knew he should have listened to George, Neville or even Millie, but he hadn't. Now his stomach was in absolute turmoil and it didn't help matters any that he was stuck there instead of his new house.

He didn't understand why Millie had insisted they purchase their own home. He had always believed the Burrow was a perfectly acceptable place to raise a family. It had worked well enough for his parents and with everyone having left home, Ron figured they could use a bit of company. He missed his mum. He missed the way she laundered his clothes and the way she lavished attention on him. He missed her monstrous fry ups for breakfast the most. He missed pint after pint of rich frothy ale as well, but he didn't dwell upon those thoughts.

It had taken him more than the average amount of time to come to the revelation that life was a bit clearer without his trusty ale. It also had a tendency to hurt a bit more as well. Ron was remiss to admit it but he still despised seeing Hermione and Malfoy together. He knew he wasn't up to par as far as Hermione was concerned, but it was and always would be Malfoy that grated on his nerves the most.

He was pretty sure he didn't love her that way, not anymore. He often wondered if he ever had. He had an awful tendency to dwell upon the past which only brought his own failings hurtling toward the surface. While he kicked a particularly tall tuft of grass he wondered why the bloody Aurors had refused to tell him anything about their hasty relocation.

It was absolutely ridiculous. Ron kicked a little harder than he intended and lost his footing. He hollered while he was propelled down the rolling incline and finally slid through the damp grass.

"Fuck it, I'll just lay here then. I bloody well give up." Ron Weasley stared into the cornflower blue sky and wondered why his best mate hadn't told him a bloody thing.

"Very important Auror business, Ron. By order of the Minister for Magic, Ron. Why can't you just do what you're told, Ron?" He rifled through his pockets and groaned. "Figures I'd lose my wand on the tumble down, bloody delightful."

"It's alright Ron; it works out really well for me." Cho Chang smiled widely before spinning on the toes of her white trainers, ignoring the stains of grass decorating the edges.

She loved the way her plaid skirt swirled around her. She loved the confusion decorating the freckled Weasley even more. It was a beautiful day to end lives. It had been ridiculously easy to lure that stupid Muggle away from the flat. He was more than willing to follow her to the ends of the earth. Cho supposed his wife must have been a frigid sort, but it didn't matter to her in the least.

It had been nothing short of delightful when she Apparated right into the middle of Pansy's living room and killed that Muggle. Cho couldn't be sure how much Susannah had managed to tell the Ministry officials, but she couldn't risk her cabin being found. It was her little piece of heaven. Sure, she had committed numerous murders there, but that didn't change the fact it was the one place that was filled with John.

Apparently the Ministry was closing in and it didn't bother her as much as it probably should. Cho Chang was simply of a mind that she had to speed up her timeline. Quite frankly, she had wanted to wait at least a year before venturing forward. She had planned to revisit Fleur and do away with her, but she hadn't the chance.

"What…what are you doing here? You can't be here. My wife is just up at the house…do you have any idea…" Cho tuned out the rest of Ron's words. She had the information she needed.

It seemed Harry Potter hadn't bothered to inform his very best mate that a psychopath was actively pursuing him. How very quaint. He probably had thought it was best to keep things from Ron. Or perhaps their relationship was irrevocably fractured by a simple night of degrading shagging during the Quidditch Training Camp.

"Do you really wish to be here?" Cho battered her long lashes with a soft half smile.

"It's not that bad alright? The house elves bring me whatever I want and we've got an entire wing…"

"Shut up Ron. That doesn't answer the question." Cho stepped toward him, placing her small delicate palm on his chest. Her thumb stroked the buttons on his ugly plaid shirt and from the look in his eye; Cho knew it was only a matter of moments before he succumbed to her charms.

"I can't go with you. I'm married now. It wouldn't be right. She's a nice girl and I won't hurt her like that." Ron retreated from Cho's intimate touch.

There was something about her that he found unsettling. Her eyes never stopped moving, which made him wary. Ron wished he hadn't dropped his wand, but there wasn't much he could do about that now. He tried to keep her attention while he scoured the ground, but she was faster than he anticipated.

"Uh uh uh, that's a naughty boy. You're not trying to evade me now are you? That's not very gentlemanly now is it? Come along then, we've tarried long enough. I suppose Wendell could do with a bit of company." Cho jabbed her wand into his throat, her dark eyes sparkling.

She waved toward Malfoy Manor. It was blatantly obvious the hulking figure in the upstairs window was a jilted Millicent Bulstrode. Cho wrinkled Ron's shirt in her tiny fists and Disapparated.

"Do you think they're alright?" Hermione sighed into her husband's neck.

She was a bit irritated with herself as it seemed she'd been spending more time in Draco's lap, accepting his soothing comfort than anything else. She felt as if it were her job to be bustling about, referring to texts and scolding Harry. It was a difficult pill for her to swallow when she realised that was no longer her job. Her job was to be a mum to her newly discovered brother and the tot growing inside her. She was terrified actually. She didn't know how to be a good mum anymore than Draco knew how to be a good dad.

"Nee, you're worrying again." Draco rubbed her back in slow circles and kissed her temple.

He was not about to complain about the numerous stolen moments he spent wrapped around his wife. He had come to revel in the moments. They weren't spent bickering over their houseguests or chasing Xander or even dealing with Lucius Malfoy's voracious appetite. Most times they sat in a silence born of a need for peace.

"I can't help it, now can I?" Hermione lightly slapped his chest and he feigned pain just the way she knew he would.

"I'm sure they're fine. Malfoy Manor is a bloody fortress. Do you know how difficult it was to adjust the wards for all those Weasleys? I swear my father created the nastiest hexes simply to protect the Manor from Weasleys. He's ridiculous. As long as they remain within the wards, they'll be just fine. I can't imagine the Weasel wandering about once he discovers the house elves abilities. Oh don't even start Granger. You know as well as I how much they love to work. I'm sure they're thrilled to be bringing the Weasel platters of…something revolting." Draco shuddered, wishing the images of Ron Weasley shoveling egg soaked toast into his gaping mouth.

"I know, I know and I do have to admit I'm quite grateful I don't have to watch him eat. I don't think my stomach could take it." Hermione's stomach lurched at the thought.

"Please don't vomit on me. I couldn't bear it. I barely managed to get the last bits of syrup out of my hair after Xander force fed me." He couldn't help but lovingly pat her distressed stomach.

"I'm starving and exhausted. I didn't bloody know that was possible." Hermione groaned and rolled onto her side.

She was incapable of ceasing the analytical carousel of her intellectual mind. Hermione chewed her bottom lip, trying to quell the endless scenarios of mayhem which were torturing her. She couldn't help but worry. Ron wasn't known for his ability to follow instructions. She knew he often zoned out during the important moments. It was easy to believe he had been paying attention when he had been informed of the importance of his relocation.

"Draco!" Hermione shot up from the bed, lurching at the onset of dizziness.

Draco groaned, smothering his face with her pillow. While he was quite used to her antics, he only wished for a few moments of absolute silence. He should have known better than to even think such a thing. Merlin knows he loved Hermione but that woman would worry about the colour of the wallpaper in the sunlight.

"Yes love?" He sighed, blindly reaching for her.

"Tell me Harry informed Ron of the exact reason for relocation." Draco tossed the pillow to the floor and rolled to his side.

He could see she was having difficulty focusing. It was par for the course really. No matter how much Hermione tried to distance herself from Ron Weasley, he would always hold a very special place in her heart. Draco detested it, with every fiber of his being. He knew there was nothing he could do about it, but he hated to share her. He wanted every piece of her heart and he couldn't have it. He knew he was being completely unreasonable, yet it didn't stop the longing. Draco was aware everything was different now. They were instantly parents of a small child who had been robbed of the love and affection he deserved and they had another child on the way. It was absolute insanity to wish for every ounce of her love, yet he still craved it. Even if it could only be his for a little while.

"Actually, Potter decided it would be best if they didn't know. He's a bit worried about the Hannah fiasco repeating itself."

"Idiot. Harry Potter is a bloody idiot. If he had been honest with his team about his suspicions in the first place, the Hannah fiasco would never have happened! He's so infuriating. You know he's constantly second guessing himself. You should remember, you were his bloody partner for years. I don't know how you put up with him. I mean, I'm thrilled you're not rushing about any longer, but honestly. I don't know you managed to get anything done."

"Nee, I agree with you love. He should have told them. We could have avoided this entire mess if Potter had simply trusted himself or been willing to listen to reason. What would you like me to do about it love?" He couldn't resist those upturned lips, even when her eyes were flashing with anger.

"I want you to stop looking at me as if you wish to ravish me. I want you to find that crazy bint and lock her away for eternity. I want you be angry, as angry as I am. I want you to take back your bloody team and do what needs to be done because it's obvious Harry bloody Potter isn't capable." Hermione collapsed in his arms, just as he knew she would.

Draco resisted the urge to nuzzle her neck, to work his fingers into her clinging blouse. Of course she was making things more difficult for him by continuously stroking him from his neck to his chest. How she was unaware of the effect she had on him was beyond him. He smothered the groan and it turned into some sort of medieval growl instead. He settled for a kiss on her neck and contemplated her words.

"You want me to return to the Ministry? I quit being an Auror because my pregnant wife got blown up. Now my pregnant wife wishes me to return to all the Auroring and we've a new son as well? Is she barmy?"

"Auroring isn't even a word. No, I'm not barmy. I'm being practical. Harry hasn't managed to trust his instincts since Voldemort's fall. I think he honestly believes all the things we did and the magic we used was somehow related to his connection to Voldemort. He's slow with his wand draw and he's become a follower. He's really lost without you, Malfoy. If we have any hope of putting this all to rest, you've got to help him."

"I'll do it…for you. HOWEVER!" Draco was forced to shout over Hermione's exuberance. "I have conditions. You've got to go to the Manor, along with Xander. I'd feel better knowing you were completely protected and there's no place safer than Malfoy Manor. I know you detest it and I understand it, but these are extenuating circumstances. The wards at the Manor are centuries old and it would be impossible for me to replicate them for Forest Lake. If you want me to approach the Minister and beg for my bloody job back, you'll do this for me." Hermione struggled and Draco had a sneaking suspicion she wished to beat him bloody, but he held her tight.

It was easy to fall back onto the mattress with Hermione clasped tightly to his chest. She flailed a bit, mostly because she was so ridiculously angry. Sure, she wanted him to beg the Minister for his job back but she had absolutely no intention of leaving her home and going to Malfoy Manor, not matter how much he begged her. It was a ridiculous notion and she could barely entertain the thought before she was seething with rage.

"I can't do that. I can't believe you would ask me to do that. You know what happened to me there and…"

"Nee, I know, believe me I know, I was fucking there. It doesn't change the fact that it's the safest place for you and Xander to be. Fuck, I'll make Potter send Astoria and James there as well. You can't imagine anything untoward would happen to you while surrounded by all your Gryffindor mates. Besides, if something were to happen to you, my father would throw a ridiculous fit. Did you know he berates the elves inability to properly reproduce your waffles? Don't even get me started on those chocolate biscuits."

Hermione detested it when he used logic against her. She couldn't refute his words no matter how hard she tried and it was driving her mad. She hated feeling left behind. Hermione knew if she was just given a chance, she could suss out Cho Chang's whereabouts and with a team of Aurors the witch could be brought to justice. Harry and Draco had believed her to be mad for even suggesting such a thing.

She wasn't wrong. They knew she wasn't wrong just as much as she knew and they had refused to yield. More like, Draco had refused to yield and Harry had nodded like some sort of ponce.

"I don't want to go."

"I know love, but strange as it is to say this, my father would love to have you."

"Promise me I don't have to set foot in that room." Draco resisted the urge to smirk in triumph, instead nodding solemnly.

"That room doesn't even exist anymore. Mother had it sealed off, I thought I told you." Draco being the insatiable rascal he'd always been, slowly removed his wife from his chest in order to inspect her delectable body. "I can't resist you."

"Now really isn't the time for that, Malfoy." Hermione's breathy whisper filled his senses and while he knew she wouldn't allow him tear her clothes off and have his way, he couldn't resist lightly pressing his lips to hers.

Draco groaned at the light tapping on their bedroom door. He knew he hadn't a chance in hell, but the idea of cajoling his wife into a session of delicious lovemaking was positively torture. He knew exactly who was tapping away at the door. It didn't make him anymore willing to answer it, no matter how many times his wife happened to poke his ribs.

"Go away Potter. I know that poncey knock is yours."

"Poncey isn't a word Malfoy! Let me in!" Harry Potter shouted from the corridor, quite put out.

"The bloody door isn't locked you bastard."

Harry twisted the handle, surprised when it opened so easily. He strode into the room, nervously clearing his throat. He always hated feeling as if he were reporting to Malfoy. He'd felt that way from the moment Shacklebolt declared Draco Malfoy to be his partner and he didn't understand why. Well, that wasn't really true. He understood perfectly, he just didn't wish to admit it.

He knew he hadn't been up to par. When he was a child he had fought without fear because he hadn't anything more to lose. Things were different now. The idea of losing Astoria made his vision blur and his heart thump to the beat of a thousand drums. The idea of losing James made his head pound so hard, he found it difficult to breathe. Harry swallowed hard, willing the wave of dizziness to dissipate while he leaned heavily on the bureau, knocking the various glass bottles to the floor.

"I've got to head over to Malfoy Manor. I could hardly make a bit of sense between your mother shouting and Millie bawling. I'm assuming it has something to do with Ron…I don't know…"

"Oh sod off Potter. When are you going to stop whining? What the bloody hell is wrong with you? It's enough already don't you think? Why don't you be a good little Gryffindor and contact the Minister. I think it would be best if you handled my petition for reinstatement. I'm going to have a chat with Astoria and arrange to have our wives and children sent to Malfoy Manor. If we've got half a prayer of catching Chang we've got to go full out."

Hermione huffed with the slightest trace of indignation, but she decided it would be in her best interest to remain silent. It seemed Harry was having a bit of trouble processing the newfound information as well as coming to terms with his own fear and shortcomings. She could read him better than anyone and while his brilliant green eyes stared at the seam on the wall, Hermione couldn't help but hug her oldest friend.

"Listen to him Harry. Let him take the lead, bring Cho down and maybe you should rethink the idea of being an Auror. You know I love you Harry, you're the brother I never had, but your heart isn't in it. I don't think you have the constitution for it. It's not your fault. It's easier to fight when you have nothing to lose. You can afford to be reckless in order to do your job, but you've got Astoria and little James. I expect you'll want more children eventually and I can't see Astoria putting up with you putting your life on the line on a daily basis. I've heard there are a few teaching positions available at Hogwarts. You could be happy there I think." She could feel Harry sagging in relief against her and no further words needed to be spoken.

He had always appreciated that about her. She understood him in a way no one else could. They weren't cut from the same cloth, but there was something about being parentless children which had fused them together. Harry had spent most of his childhood leaning upon her, relying upon her and he knew now it wasn't fair to her. He wondered where the courageous boy he once was had run off to, he could really use him now.

"Potter, listen. I'm not judging you but at the same time, I think Hermione's right. Not everyone is cut out to be an Auror. From the stories you've regaled me with over the years, you've done plenty for the Ministry. There's nothing wrong with deciding to shape young minds. Could you imagine the disdain upon Snape's portrait if you were the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor?" Draco chuckled attempting to lighten the decidedly morose mood.

His fingers were twitching with excitement. Draco adored being an Auror, even when he was landed with Harry Potter as his partner. He finally felt as if he were making a positive contribution to society. Never mind the fact it was completely exhilarating to prepare for the chase. He missed it desperately, but after watching his wife almost be blown to bits, he knew it wasn't the right career choice for him any longer.

"What the bloody hell are you wankers doing? I just got finished calming Millie and apparently Ron's missing. Narcissa managed to keep the lot of them inside, but she discovered his wand near the edge of the wards. She thinks he's been snatched." Astoria Potter was apparently channeling her inner Molly Weasley as she stood in the doorway, legs akimbo, hands on her hips and her face with a righteous sort of indignation.

Hermione believed they would be beat about the head with a spoon if Astoria had one.

"Draco wants us to gather the children and Floo over to Malfoy Manor. It seems they're setting to go after Cho and wish us all in one place together. I don't wish to go there anymore than you, but under the circumstances I believe it would be best to set our husbands' minds at ease." Hermione hurried through her explanation as it looked as though Astoria wished to argue the point until finally she nodded.

"Xander is in the nursery watching James sleep. I keep a bag packed for emergencies though I should run home for a minute. James does have a tendency to go through nappies faster than I can keep up." Before any of them could object, Astoria was rushing down the stairs in a whirlwind of most unbecoming green plaid.

"Harry, Draco, go to the Ministry and speak with Shacklebolt. I'm sure he'll assign a few Aurors to the case and perhaps a few of the Junior Aurors can be stationed near the perimeter of the Manor. It would make them feel more involved than they are and hopefully it will help to appease both your worry. I'm going to pack a bag for Xander and myself. I'm assuming it's unnecessary for me to pack one for you as well, Malfoy. It is your childhood home after all and well…"

"Nee, stop planning. I don't wish you to get yourself into a tizzy. It isn't good for you or the baby for that matter. Don't look at me like that. I'm allowed to smother you, hover and worry for you. I couldn't bear a repeat of last time, Granger."

"I still can't get over the fact you're completely in love with my best friend. I never would have imagined it. Not only that, but you've knocked her up as well. This hurts my head quite frankly and…"

"Potter, we've completely even. You shagged, married and impregnated my best mate. You're no longer allowed to judge me. At least my wife is smarter than yours. Speaking of yours, how long does it bloody take to snag a few nappies?" Harry sprinted from the bedroom, clambering down the stairs and if Draco wasn't mistaken the wanker tripped down a few of them.

Hermione was spinning around their bedroom, throwing what looked to be random articles of clothing into a brown suede messenger bag. She hurried to Xander's room and it was more of the same. The adrenaline was coursing through her, adding to her excitement. She was worried for Harry and Draco, but she knew when the moment came, they would work well together and get the job done.

Draco followed her with his eyes, a half smile on his lips. As a child he had always been told his parents had loved him, but he had never truly felt loved until Hermione. He wasn't exactly sure when it had happened. Perhaps it had occurred during the years of watching her slave away in the Archives. Perhaps it had even been their first date. Sometimes, when he was lying in bed, listening to her soft breaths, he thought about the day she was hurtled through that door.

He remembered feeling as though his heart had been shredded in his chest. He had spent many a night gasping himself awake in a pool of sweat. He didn't cower from the fear like Harry Potter did. He embraced it, choosing to use it to aid in his strength and determination. He would gladly die for his family if it came down to it and he wasn't afraid to admit it. He had a horrible sinking feeling when he heard Harry bellowing downstairs.

Theo and Hannah stumbled from the guest room with bleary eyes and it didn't take a genius to figure out how they spent their day. At least Hannah had finally stopped crying. Draco swore if she hadn't stopped by the morning he was going to Avada her despite Hermione's objections.

"What the bloody hell is Potter shouting about?"

"Theo, I haven't the time to explain. Go and pack a bag for you and Hannah. We're transferring the lot of you to Malfoy Manor. I'll deal with Potter." Draco shoved his friend out of his path on his way downstairs.

The sinking feeling quickly turned into a puddle of anxiety and fear. Harry Potter was on his knees, desperately clutching his wild hair in shaking fists. Draco approached him slowly, not wishing to startle him, but it was obvious the poor wizard was distressed.

"Pott…er Harry, are you alright? What happened then?" Draco lightly touched Harry's shoulder, expecting the wizard to recoil from him or even cry.

Instead, Harry lifted his head with a snarl, his green eyes flashing with a brilliant hatred that even Draco managed to find impressive. Harry pushed off the floor, managing to stand on shaky limbs.

"I was too late. I was too caught up in my own head to even listen to my wife. She only went home to grab some nappies, it should have been easy enough but Chang was waiting for her. I could hear her screaming for me Malfoy and I couldn't get to her in time and they were gone. I put a trace on her magical signature, that's something I suppose. I tell you this Malfoy, I'm going to find her…and I'm going to kill her."