Chapter Five

Draco ran upstairs to find Hermione furiously packing everything she touched into their old Hogwarts trunks. He glanced into Rose's crib and noticed she was fast asleep, so he helped her.

"Mione, love?" he said.

"Hmm?" she replied, clearly engrossed in deciding what to pack next.

"How are we going to pack everything in the house into our Hogwarts trunks?"

"Undetectable expansion and feather charms," she said, chucking the contents of Draco's underwear drawer into his trunk. "I used them on a little beaded bag when we were hunting for Horcruxes."

Then, another rock with a note tied around it came sailing into the broken window, heading straight for Rose, who was still calmly sleeping in her crib. Had it not been for Draco's Seeker experience, it would have hit his little Rosie.

Hermione was still catching her breath from the scare of someone, either purposefully or on accident, hurting her daughter. Draco read the note aloud.

Draco,

Hope you're doing well with your little Mudblood and disgusting Half-Blood spawn.

I'm aware of your futile plans to leave your flat for safety. There is no safety for Blood Traitors. If we arrive, and you and your pathetic little "family" is gone, we will hunt you down and we will kill the Mudblood and the Half-Blood, making you perform the deed on the little Half-Blood you've come to think of as your own. It was Ronald Weasley (my second in command, you know, I'm not going to trust someone who had betrayed me in the past, like Riddle.) who impregnated the Mudblood, and he will have his child back.

Hide and your family will suffer.

B.Z.

"You've gone too far this time, Zabini," Draco spat as he crumpled the note. "To threaten to kill me is one thing, to threaten everything I love is another."

"Draco, we can go to Harry's...Grimmauld Place," Hermione quietly said.

"Isn't Ronald a Secret-Keeper?"

"No, after Zabini recruited Ron, he attacked Harry, and tried to attack Ginny. As soon as Ronald left, Harry reset the wards and made me Secret-Keeper," she explained. "Ron can't get in without speaking the password. I'll floo Harry now to see if it's okay. No doubt he's heard by now, being Head Auror and all. Oh, and if Rosie wakes up, she'll probably need to have her diaper changed, there's things on her changing table ready. You can change her clothes too, if you want."

"Love, go Floo Harry so we can get the Hell out of here," Draco said smiling, walking over to his daughter.

A few moments later, Hermione walked back into Rose's room to see Draco holding a cooing and diaper-clad Rose against his chest. He didn't know she was already back from talking to Harry, so he was talking softly to Rose.

"Daddy loves you, Rosie, and he'll do anything to keep you and Mommy safe," he then placed her gently back on the changing table and reached for a light green dress and began pulling it over her head. "We're going to go see Uncle Harry and Auntie Ginny. Let's hope Auntie has gotten the cobwebs out of there."

"Draco," she said softly.

"Yes?"

"Listen carefully, and memorize this, you'll have to say it when we get to the wards," Hermione said. "I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, husband of Hermione Malfoy and father of Rose Malfoy do not wish any occupants of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place any harm. I simply wish to provide safety to my family."

"That's it?" Draco smirked, reminding her of Draco in fourth year.

"Yes, but you have to say it precisely like that or the wards will accept Rose and I, but refuse you," Hermione said calmly.

"Oh," he said. "That will not happen."

As he placed Rose into her crib once more, Hermione finished packing their belongings. "Dobby! Cobble!" she called.

"Yes, Missus Malfoy?" the elves said in unison as soon as they popped into the room.

"We would like you to take these two trunks to Grimmauld Place. Cobble, you know where it is."

"Yes, Missus, Master, and Miss Rose," Cobble said.

"We's be back soon!" Dobby added moments before he apparated.

"That elf gets more and more like his namesake everyday," Draco chuckled.

The elves popped back a moment later.

"Your things is ready!" Dobby cried. "Master Harry Potter says I looks like Dobby the Free Elf! Do I's, Master Draco?"

"Yes, you do, my little elf. Now, we need both of you to join us at Grimmauld. Harry only has Kreacher, and we have little Rose, and with Harry and ginny wanting to have a baby, we're going to need all the hands we can get," Draco said. "Also, Dobby, Cobble, you are to take orders from anyone living inside of Number Twelve, okay?"

"Master, forgive Cobble, but what if a bad wizard comes in?" Cobble asked, hiding behind dobby.

"Cobble, come here, dear," Draco said, crouching down. "Do you want me to make it more specific?"

"Please Master," she said.

"Okay, dear. You two are to only take orders from Harry and Ginny Potter and any children they may have; Hermione, Rose, and myself, along with any children we may have; George and Angelina Weasley and their children, Percy and Penelope Weasley and their children; Teddy Lupin, Minvera McGonagall, Filius Flitwick, Poppy Pomfrey, and the portraits of Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape, lastly, the ghosts of Lily and James Potter, Remus and Nymphadora Lupin, Alastor Moody, Fred Weasley, and Sirius Black," Draco said, gasping for breath afterwards.

"You two may go along to Grimmauld," Hermione said. "We'll join you in a moment."

When they were gone, she turned to Draco. "Please explain the list to me Draco, you hated nearly everyone on it a few years ago!"

"Well, Harry, Ginny, and their kids are obvious; it's their home. We are also obvioius, being their Masters. George and Angelina frequent Gimmauld, as so Percy and Penelope. Teddy Lupin is Harry's Godson, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Pomfrey live on the third floor when school's not in session. The portraits of Dumbledore and Snape are at Grimmauld, to give advise to the Order. The ghosts of Lily, James, Remus, Dora, Moody, Fred, and Sirius just appeared one day, and Harry and Ginny are certain they aren't some kind of sick joke by Zabini."

"How do you know all this?" Hermione said, shocked.

"I want to be an Auror, and Harry's been helping me a bit. He let me in on his life, I let him in on mine," he said simply.

Suddenly, crash! Then a voice called, "Draco, come kneel before your new master, or watch the Mudblood die!" It was Zabini.

"Where's the bitch that left me? Where's my kid?" another voice called.

Hermione looked at Draco in terror and mouthed, "Ron!"

Draco wasted no time, he cradled Rose in one arm, quickly shrunk her crib down and shoved it in his pocket, grabbed Hermione and whispered, "Take us to Grimmauld."

I've been away for so long! Thank you all for sticking with this story! I hope to update more often, as I have a 4 month old son, so finding time to myself is tricky. Please read and review and tell me what you think! :)