Ginny stirred from sleep in the middle of the night to hear her husband getting dressed in a hurry. She glanced at the clock on their bedside dresser to see that it was one in the morning. She sighed, closing her eyes as he reached around in the dark for his keys. Another emergency call; there had been so many of them lately. Harry hardly seemed to be home anymore.
Of course, every moment he was made the moments he wasn't worth enduring, but it still hurt. She wondered whether he would really want to remain an auror forever.
She stood up and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, kissing her husband sweetly before he left. She laid back down and nearly drifted off to sleep again when the sounds of Albus crying erupter through the house. Her other son James groaned from the other room as she got up and walked down the hall to the baby's room.
She held Albus in her arms. She loved her son, but even after just a few months, his face grew to look more like a lie with each day. Some of his features were hers, but even so young, she could tell he would grow up to be the spitting image of Harry.
A lie.
She held her son close to her breasts and rocked him to sleep, looking out the window as she sang to him softly. It didn't take long, and soon he was fast asleep in his crib as Ginny walked back to her bedroom.
As she laid down and nearly fell back to sleep again, she heard a strange hum, then a sound resembling a hiss. She opened her eyes to see a silver, translucent serpent glide through her open window. It was not frightening; it was strangely beautiful, gliding and flowing on the air toward her bed, moving right above her with its face inches from hers.
"He'll be gone until sometime tomorrow, and the kids are asleep…" she whispered to the serpent, feeling guilty. But that guilt was overshadowed by a feeling of excitement that she could not control.
Draco's tall figure seemed to grow out of the darkness of a shadow in the corner as he stepped toward the bed, the silver serpent vanishing in his path.
"Good evening love."