Disclaimer: I do not, in anyway own the wonderful world of Harry Potter, or Charmed. I am just dabbling in the world they left for us. Though I do own the plot...

(A/N: It has been a while yes, but I am back. Also, this chapter is dedicated to 'Fayt's Blade' for getting the reference I placed to a TV show in a very early chapter.)

Chapter 57

Comes Answers part 3

LAST TIME...

"Potter, what was that?"

But just as he was about to respond, the front door opened with a creak that, to be heard, one had to be specifically listening for it. "Can I help you?" a voice asked, coming from behind the door.

Smiling even more than before, Harry stepped closer to the open door. "Yes, I was hoping that I could speak to your grandmother?"

Penny Halliwell gave a contented sigh as she took another sip of her favorite drink. It had been an interesting morning for her and she needed something to calm her down. As she drank, she stared at the two boys in front of her. One was standing at the pedestal flipping through the Book of Shadows while the other just stood there, gaping, as he took in all that was around him. As she sat there watching them, her mind wandered back to when they first appeared at her front door.

The morning had started off like any other morning, she got her granddaughters out of bed, which had taken some work, but over the years she had become a pro. Shortly after all the girls had been given breakfast the phone had rung. It was Tanya from down the street, asking if Prue could come over for a sleepover since it was the weekend. Not seeing a problem with this Penny, or Grams as she was known to her granddaughters, gave the okay and not an hour later Tanya and her mom had come and picked her up. Usually Piper and Phoebe would be glad to be rid of their sister, but for some reason today they were very upset that they too could not go. At first Penny was able to placate Phoebe and Piper, but only a few hours after Prue had left her two younger granddaughters had decided to put her through her paces. Not really having the time to deal with them, Penny had pulled out her little black book, found the spell she was looking for and promptly cast it on them. The spell she had cast would only last a few hours, but the beauty of this particular spell was that it would linger in their systems even after it had expired.

Currently she was sitting in the parlor going through the book of shadows hoping to find something to help her get rid of a demon that had attacked her yesterday, trying to get to the girls. Thankfully she had hurt him and he had fled, but she knew he would back. It was in the very nature of demons to do this. 'They just don't know when to quit' Penny thought with a sigh she shut the book and looked over to the clock on the wall and when she saw what time it was she paled slightly. It was three-thirty in the afternoon and the spell she had cast on the girls had worn off an hour ago and while the spell had some lingering effects, it should not be keeping them this quiet.

"Girls…" She called out to the silent house. With a sigh she walked through the living room and up the stairs to the room they had last been in. As soon as she stepped off the stairs she heard the door-bell chime. With a sigh she continued on her way to Pipers room and just as she opened the door a high-pitched scream rang in her ears and a brown headed little girl ran past her through the open door. At first Penny had expected the worst, but when she heard the evil giggle that had quickly followed the scream she relaxed somewhat. "Piper will you please go get the door while I speak with your sister?"

"Ooh, you're in for it now Phoebe." Piper taunted.

"Piper, door, now."

"Yes Grams." Piper replied running down the stairs.

Grams listened for the familiar creak of the door and when she heard it she turned back to face a still giggling Phoebe, but just as Penny was about to reprimand her youngest granddaughter a man's voice reached her ears. "Yes, I was hoping that I could speak to your grandmother?"

"I will deal with you later missy." Penny said quickly before she turned on the spot and hurried off after Piper. When she came closer she noticed that it was not only one man, but two and one was on Piper's level, his head bent slightly as he listened to her.

"She is busy right now dealing with my sister, can I take a message?"

"Well I really need to see and talk with her directly. Is there any way you could go get her for me?" Harry replied with a smile.

"There is no need, I am here. Thank you Piper, but I need you to go to your room for a little bit."

"But I didn't do anything, it was Phoebe, she's the one who scared me!"

"Just lock your door so she cannot get in. I will be up to speak to both of you in a little while. Now scoot." Penny shook her head, smiling slightly as she watched Piper run back up the stairs screaming-

"Phoebe, Grams said that you are going to get it and told me to tell you to leave me alone." And not a moment later there was a slamming of a door.

"Is it always this crazy around here?" said Harry, with a smile of his own.

"Usually there are three of them; anyway, what can I do for you young men?"

"Could we come in ma'am, this is something that shouldn't be discussed on a front porch."

At hearing the young man's admission of wanting to come into the house she squinted. "I'm not so sure that is a good idea."

"Ma'am, my name is Harry, and if you would allow it, I can prove to that my friend, Draco, and I mean you and your granddaughters no harm." When she didn't respond, Harry took that as an okay and turned to Draco. "Draco, give me your hand."

"What…why?"

"Just do it. Look, this is me asking permission."

She watched as the one called Draco just stared at Harry, not moving. It was when Harry gave him a pointed look that Draco sighed and lifted his hand. Harry smiled and lifted his own hand and with one quick movement a small tack appeared in it and before Draco could protest Harry had pricked his finger as well as his own. "Ouch, what the hell was that for Potter?"

"Just show her your hand where I pricked you, Malfoy." Harry said as he raised his own hand. There on the tip of his finger was a spot of blood. With a sigh Draco did the same and showed the woman where Harry had pricked him.

At seeing the blood on both boys fingers Penny gave a sigh of relief and opened the door to let both of them in. Harry gave her the briefest of nods before he walked in with Draco following close behind. "What can I do for you boys today?" Penny asked as she led them into the living room.

She was shaken out of her musings when Harry sat down next to her, the Book of Shadows in his lap. "So will you help me?"

Penny shook her head. "You know," She said, taking another sip, "I still don't know if I should trust you. I mean sure, the book let you touch it, and you both bleed, but that doesn't tell me anything about who you both are."

"I've told you Ms. Halliwell…"

"You know, I still can't believe it!" said Draco, finally regaining his composure.

"What are you going on about Malfoy?" Harry huffed.

"I still can't get over the fact that I'm actually meeting and standing in the house of a Halliwell."

"That's nice Draco, but I really need to focus here…"

"Oh yea, go ahead, don't mind me. I'm just going to be over here taking it all in."

"Sure, anyway, Ms. Halliwell, as I have told you both of we are trying to find out some information and for us to find what we need, I need your help."

"I get that, but what I don't get is why you came to me. From what you're telling me, it sounds as though you know what you need done so why come here? You could have simply gone to the market to get what you need and taken care of this elsewhere."

"The reason I…we came here is because the manor sits on a spiritual nexus and the ambient magic in the air would act as a supercharger, making the scrying spell even stronger."

Hearing him mention the nexus Penny Halliwell paled. "So that is what you're after, the nexus. I knew it!

"No, I don't want the nexus, just the ambient energy in the manor that the nexus naturally gives off."

"But it doesn't…"

"Yes it does, how do you think the demons know where to attack? They can sense its power and are drawn to it. Trust me on this; I know what I'm talking about."

"But how do you know this?"

"Because Grams I'm your great-grandson!" Harry cried out in exasperation, throwing his hands wildly into the air.

All movement in the room stopped at Harry's declaration. Penny and Draco both stared at Harry, mouths hanging open in shock. No one said anything for some time, but when the silence was finally broken Harry had wished that it hadn't been because it was Penny who broke the silence, saying exactly what he knew she would. "Prove it."

Harry sighed, this trip to the manor to get his grams help was supposed to be an in and out thing. He hadn't been planning on revealing who he was, or rather who he was going to be, to her, but she had just kept on pushing and in his frustration it had just slipped out. 'And now I have to deal with the consequences. Damn, time-travel really is a…"

"Well, are you going to answer me?"

"Fine, here's your proof." replied Harry, a little harsher than he had intended. "At the end of March 1975, you and your daughter, Patty, helped three women who were trying to unbind a bind. These women, as I am sure you will remember called themselves the Charmed Ones…"

"Harry...?"

"Would you just shut up for a minute Draco?" Harry yelled at the blonde Slytherin. Before turning back to Penny, he took a breath and then continued. "Anyway, one of those three women that you helped is my mom and I came here to the manor for your help, because it is where I and the rest of my family is the strongest. Now are you going to help me or not?"

Penny didn't say anything for an hour, or at least that's what it felt like for Harry. In reality it was more like a couple of minutes before she moved or said anything, though when she did Harry was mildly surprised by what she said. "Well why didn't you just say so at the start of all of this? You could have already have found what you needed and been on your way, but because you decided to play a game of who can be the most cryptic you cost yourself precious time. Now, what do you need?"

After Harry recovered from being chastised, he got up off the couch and followed her over to the large chest where she kept her potion supplies, among other things, and began to name off all of the different items he needed so that he would be able to locate Draco's mother. Once they had everything out that would be needed, Penny shooed Harry away so that she could do her work. Harry smiled as he sat back down on the couch watching his 'Grams' go to work. He knew from the stories that he had been told by his mom and aunts that once Grams got going, there was nothing that would stop her.

Harry was brought out of his musings when the person next to him let out a small cough. "What is it Malfoy?" Harry asked with a sigh. When Draco didn't respond, Harry turned to look at him and was slightly unnerved to find him staring at him with a calculating gaze. "Can I help you Malfoy?"

"Are you…are you really the son of a Charmed One?"

Harry sighed again, "I could lie to you Malfoy, but that would be pointless. So yes, I really am the son of a charmed one."

"And the Potters…?"

"Died while trying their hardest to protect me from that monster you call a master."

"Wow." Draco said, trailing off into almost silent mumblings. Harry simply shook his head and turned his attention back to his Grams, who was now adding some things to the cauldron that was sitting in front of her. Though his attention was on the bustling witch, he was still very much aware of Draco mumbling to himself and just as he was about to ask him to stop, Penny called out. "Do you have the item we're going to use to pinpoint her location?"

"What?"

This time it was Draco's turn to sigh, "The ring Potter, she wants my mother's ring."

"Oh, right." Harry said as he stood up and reached into his pocket. Confusion crossed his face as he reached into the other pocket and when he didn't find what he was looking for he proceeded to check them all. When he still didn't find what he was looking for he started to panic and did the one thing he knew that he shouldn't have. He turned to Draco and said, "I can't find it."

Draco gave a laugh, "Ha ha, that's funny, now come on then, where's the ring?" But it was clear to Harry that Draco was forcing the laugh a bit.

Deciding to try something else, Harry took out his wand and just as he was about to cast the summoning charm it was if a light-bulb had gone off in his head. "Oh crap!" And without another word Harry orbed out of the attic.

"What…what…Harry Potter you come back here this instant!" Draco yelled.

"Honey, he can't hear you." Penny said in a smooth tone, her grandsons orbing out not bothering her in the slightest.

"What, why can't he, I thought…?" Draco asked.

"Well, usually he could, but I am going to hazard a guess that he is solely focused on one thing right now."

"And what would that be?"

"You really don't know? Honey, he just figured out where he lost your mothers wedding band."

"But…" and Draco was cut off from saying anything more when a swirl of blue lights filled the attic once more. When the lights stopped their swirling and Harry stepped out of them, Draco advanced on the Gryffindor. "You lost my mother's wedding band. You said it would be safe and you lost it!"

"And I promise you Draco, before we leave here, I will find it."

"You had better Potter or the Dark Lord's wrath will be nothing compared to mine."

"If you two are finished, everything is ready and it's best to do this while the potion is fresh." Penny said calmly.

The two boys just stared at her, "What?" They both said in confusion.

"As I just said, the potion is ready and it is best to do this while it is fresh."

"But the anchor…"

"…Is standing right next to you of course. Honestly, I would like to have a chat with whoever taught you about potions in the first place. To leave out something as basic as this…" Penny finished in exasperation.

"But I thought that the anchor had to be an object, at least that's what Potter told me."

"And usually it does, but your blood will be sufficient enough."

"Why does it have to be my blood?" Draco asked, looking at the knife that the witch was holding up with some trepidation.

"Because my dear, you are her son and a mother will never let her child out of her sight."

"And because we want to find his mother, she will be wherever he is…that's brilliant Grams!" Harry exclaimed. Penny Halliwell just smiled.

"Will someone please tell me what you both are going on about, I am feeling very confused."

"Draco, all you need to do is to let a few drops of your blood fall into the potion and then your part in this will be done."

"What do you mean my part; I am going with you to find my mother."

"You can't do that Draco…"

"And why can't I? The last I checked you have no control over me and what I do."

"Draco, if I can be allowed to call you that," Penny interjected, at seeing his nod she continued, "If you were to go with Harry and find what you both are searching for it could cause some...issues, specifically with your mother."

"Why?" Draco asked, honestly confused.

"Because even when we grow up we still retain some of our features from when we were younger. While your mother might not recognize you as her son, she would at least see some resemblances. Mothers are funny like that." Penny said with a chuckle. "So I think it would be best if you stayed here with me while Harry goes to find her."

Draco didn't say anything for a long moment and after a heavy sigh he walked over to Penny and pricked his finger on the blade, let a few drops of his blood fall into the potion and then slowly he turned to Harry. "I want you to tell me everything Potter, leave nothing out."

"I promise you Draco, when this is all over, I will tell you what it is you want to know." Harry said as he came to stand next to Penny, who, was already saying the spell and waving the piece of paper over the cauldron. As soon as the last syllable left her mouth she let the paper fall into the potion. They all watched as the bubbling potion slowly began to swallow the paper, pulling it to the bottom of the cauldron. Then, without warning, there was a flash and a loud bang causing the potion to go up in a pillar of smoke.

"What was that?" Draco asked in awe.

"That was the potion working and so now…" Harry said as he reached into the now empty cauldron, pulling out a slightly smoking piece of paper. "Well that is interesting."

"What, what's interesting?"

"It appears that your mother is in the Wizarding district in Downtown San Francisco or at least you are, but that means your mother shouldn't be too far behind you."

"Well then, what are you waiting for, go get her!"

"It's not that easy Draco, she could be anywhere. I have to know exactly where she is for me to -"

He broke off, looking inquiringly at Penny Halliwell. At first, Draco didn't understand why Harry had stopped talking, but then Penny said, "Excuse me," and took a step closer, it became clear that she intended to say something. Harry looked taken aback for a moment, and then sat down smartly on the small couch in the corner of the attic. "Draco, Harry is right," she began and when she saw the look Draco was giving her, she continued, "But only partly right. In fact, I believe that he doubts my ability at potion making and magic."

"No, Grams, I don't doubt…"

"But you do, because had you thought to even ask me, let alone allow me tell you exactly what potion I made, then you would not have told Draco here what you did."

Harry, knowing what she had said was right, had the decency to look ashamed. "I'm sorry Grams, Draco."

"Anyway, the potion I made is a bit different from the one you requested. This particular potion, when brewed correctly, seeps into the paper and, along with the blood from Mr. Malfoy here, tells you exactly where the thing you are looking for is. All you have to do to find its location is say 'tell me' and it will give you the exact location of what you are looking for. Also, as a side benefit, if what or who you are looking for starts to move, it will give you those directions as well."

"That is brilliant! How did you come up with that?" Harry said in awe. He had known that Grams was good, but this…he hadn't even heard of a potion that was able to do what she was talking about. 'I am going to have to summon and talk to her when I get back. There is so much she could teach me...'

"Well," Penny said, smiling at the look of awe on her great-grandson's face, "When you have three girls to look after, this particular potion can come in quite handy."

"That's no joke." Harry smiled.

"Ahem, while this is an amazing bit of magic, I think that we need to get back to the task at hand. We, or rather you, Harry, need to find my mum."

"Right," Harry agreed, "Now, Grams, is it okay if Draco stays here with you and the girls?"

"We will be fine." Penny acknowledged.

Harry gave a quick nod and then turned to Draco, "I will be back as soon as I can. I have a feeling that this is going to take a trip or two to learn what we came here for."

"Why will it take few trips Potter? All you have to do is find out what we need and we can leave."

With a shake of his head Harry replied, "Because I can't get her to tell me what we need to know in five minutes Malfoy. I need her to trust me and I can't gain her trust by simply walking up to her and asking about her most closely guarded secret now can I?"

"I suppose not." Draco answered quietly.

"Be careful Harry." Penny said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I will."

And just as he was about to orb out Draco called out to him. "Hey Potter!" When Harry turned to the blonde in front of him, Draco continued, "My mother is a proud woman, she is a Black after all, but you will find that even if she looks as though she doesn't want your help, she will actually be very grateful."

"Thanks for the information Draco." Harry replied with a smile as he vanished from the attic in a swirl of magic.

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After having orbed to the first floor of an abandoned building, Harry walked two blocks before deliberately rounding a corner into a dead end. Several people looked at him strangely. He held his breath and hoped that his research has been right. He walked on until the shadows cast by the buildings on either side fell over him. He turned to see the people who'd been watching moments before. Now they were shaking their heads and walking on perplexed, as though they'd all forgotten something terribly important. Harry let his breath out and grinned. He'd only come once over the summer, and then just to browse, but his research indicated an establishment date of 1955. He was glad they hadn't changed that concealment between then and when he'd gone. Perhaps all of the enchantments were the same as he knew them. Harry took a lid off a trash can nearby and put the handle in a crack between a gray and a brown slat of wood on the fence that blocked the way between the buildings. One turn left, three turns right, two turns left again... the metal circle turned freely like a combination lock. After five more turns right, four boards sprang aside like a gate, revealing the other side to be whitewashed and growing with verdant vines, welcoming the visitor inside. Harry replaced the lid on the bin and walked through the entrance to Copper Corner, San Fransisco's own version of Diagon Alley.

Harry stepped out of the shadows and into the afternoon light that lit up the alley. As he made his way down the main lane he smiled to himself as he took in the shops around him. He stopped abruptly when he came to a shop that had not been there on his trip during the summer, Remington's Broom Company. Ever since Harry had become friends with Ron Weasley he had had front row seats to the red-heads commentary on all the different brooms out in the world, especially the ones that the American Quidditch team used. "While the Firebolt is the broom favored by the biggest teams now, there are none that can match the brooms the yanks used back in the Quidditch season of '81. They won every one of their games and every World Cup when they used the Galaxy Blazer." Harry stared at the broom that was hovering in the display window, the Galaxy Blazer. He briefly had the thought to go in and see how much it was, but was pulled from that line of thinking when he felt a tug on his shirt.

"You blockin da door misser."

Harry couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the little boy before him. Coming just above his knee with spiky blonde hair and in an expensive looking black cloak was a very young Draco Malfoy. 'Could my luck be that good?' Harry thought to himself and just as he was about to respond to the little boy he was cut off from doing so when a voice called out from behind him.

"Draco, what did I tell you about leaving mummy? And would you leave that young man alone." Harry turned around quickly when he heard the voice call out. Striding quickly out of Osh Kosh Bigosh: Little Wizarding Wear; arms overflowing with wrapped packages, was the person he was looking for, Narcissa Malfoy.

Regaining his composure Harry straightened. "It is no problem, ma'am. He is right, I was indeed blocking the window," he replied smoothly, then turning to the much younger Draco he asked, "Do you like Quidditch little guy?" Harry had to stifle a laugh when the little blonde boy in front of him gave a squeak and ran back to his mother. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

"He is fine. Sometimes my son thinks he is a lot bigger than he really is." Narcissa said matter of factly.

"I know what you mean. I have a little brother too and he thinks that he owns the world."

"Don't they all." She replied, shifting her stance so that none of the packages would fall.

"Would you like some help with those ma'am, it looks like you've got quite the handful?"

"No thank you, I can manage."

"Nonsense." Harry said moving forward, taking a few of the heavier looking packages.

"You really didn't need to do that young man; I am quite capable of carrying them on my own."

"Oh I have no doubt of that ma'am, mothers are quite resourceful, but there was this one time that my mother dropped and broke several jars of jam because she was trying to wrangle my little brother, who was being a right pain. And besides I really don't mind helping. It's what I do."

The briefest of smiles crossed her face and with a nod she said, "If you must," and then turning to the young boy she said, "Come Draco."

As they walked away from the Quidditch store, much to Draco's dismay, and to where she and the young boy were staying, which Harry came to learn was the Leaky Mug, he took the chance to get to know the woman that was Narcissa Malfoy. "So let me get this straight, while his father is away on business you decided to bring Draco on a tour of the states. What made you choose San Francisco of all places? I mean don't get me wrong, it is a pretty cool place, but I am sure there are plenty of other places that would be better than here." Harry asked curiously.

Narcissa blushed as she opened the door that led into the Leaky Mug, "It sounds childish, but I came here once when I was about your age with a really good friend of mine, practically sisters we were…are...anyway, we came across this little hole-in-the-wall- café that served the best coffee. It became one of our favorite little spots to visit when we went on holiday. I haven't been able to come much lately, what with Draco and…but it is as you said; his father was away and instead of being cooped up in a stuffy manor I decided to take him on holiday."

"It's not childish at all." He replied with a smile. "You found something that you like and want to share it with your son. I think that is a great, if not a noble sentiment." However, it didn't go unnoticed by Harry that Narcissa looked more than worried when she had almost slipped up and said something she had not intended too. He was pleased to see some of the worry that crossed her face fade away when he said what he had. He wanted her to feel comfortable towards him.

"Well this is me." Narcissa said as she opened the door to her room. Harry smiled slightly when Draco pushed past his mother and ran inside calling out for someone. "Thank you again for helping me this afternoon."

"As I said before ma'am, it is no problem at all." But Harry was cut off from saying anything more when a shriek sounded from behind the door, followed by a loud CRASH.

Narcissa looked over her shoulder quickly and called out, "Draco, are you alright?" when she received no reply she turned back to Harry, "I apologize. I need to go deal with that. I think his uncle "play scared" him again. I swear that man…"

"I know what you mean." Replied Harry with a chuckle, "Well then, I shall let you get to that as it seems that your hands are about to more full than they were before."

Again Narcissa allowed herself a brief smile, "Thank you again."

"Like I said, it was no problem and who knows, we might run into each other again, of course if we do I expect you to tell me what happened with Draco and his Uncle." And just as Narcissa was about to respond, the faint wailing sound of an infant rolled through the open door causing all of the color to drain from her face. And without so much as a word to him, Narcissa Malfoy slammed the door as quickly as she could.

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"She actually slammed the door in your face?" Draco said in awe, which caused Harry to sigh, again.

"Yes, Draco she did, now can we get to sleep please? I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a busy day and I would like to be well rested."

"Sure, no problem, I won't bug you again." Came the resolute reply.

Harry gave another sigh and turned onto his side. His Grams had put them both in Prue's room, or what would become his mom and dad's, since she was away for the night. While Harry took the bed, Draco was made to sleep on the cot that Penny had made up for him. At first it seemed that the blonde was going to protest, but quickly and politely thanked her and proceeded to get ready for bed. This would have usually made Harry question the blonde, but ever since he had returned to the manor Draco had become unusually quiet. It was only as Harry got into bed that Draco seemed to 'wake up' and prod Harry with questions. He deflected them as best he could, mainly because he himself didn't have the answers, but he wasn't about to tell Draco that.

"Hey Potter?" Draco asked quietly.

Again, Harry sighed, but instead of it being one of annoyance, it was one of resolution. "Malfoy?"

"Thanks."

Harry lay there silently, slightly taken aback. Of all the things he had expected to come from the blonde's mouth, this was not one of them. It took him a moment to decide how to respond, but in the end he felt that the simplest was best. "No problem Malfoy."

"Hey Potter?"

"Yes Malfoy?"

"How long do you think it is going to take before all of this is resolved?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the spell and finding out about…"

"As much as I hate to say it…as long as it takes. These things aren't really that precise. I mean, usually the spell only lasts about a day and then your back to the place you started from. So I really have no idea, but as to finding out…I do know that it has to be soon."

"So tomorrow then?"

"More than likely that is when everything is going to come to a head, yes."

"You do realize that I expect to be told everything that happens, right?"

"I do know this Malfoy"

"Good, as long as we are on the same page."

"We are Malfoy. You have nothing to worry about."

"It's weird though, you know?"

"What's that?"

"That I pretty much grew up my whole life not knowing that somewhere out there I had a…I mean, why would my mother hide something like that from me?"

"Parents, mothers especially Draco, will do anything for their child, believe me when I say I know this first hand."

"So your mom…"

"…gave me to the Potters hoping to keep me safe. She had no idea that by handing me over to them for safe keeping that she would be…well, that things would pretty much not go according to plan. But then again, nothing we Halliwell's do really goes according to plan. And you're a prime example of that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well when you asked me for help I researched and planned and I had been ready for just about anything, except you hitching a ride with me."

"What?"

"Look, the spell I cast was specifically designed to return me to the moment I cast the spell. So had you not hitched a ride when you did, you would have seen the swirling lights stop and find me standing there all fresh with the information that you asked me to help you get."

"Okay, I'm confused."

"And if I keep trying to explain it to you then you will become even more confused than you are now."

"Well, put it simply then."

"There really is no "simple" when it comes to time travel Draco, which is why no one does it without strict supervision. If you change something…well it's not good. But anyway, I digress, when the spell I cast is complete, you and I will appear back in the room we left from at the exact moment that you collided with me."

"So you're telling me that because of the way you wrote the spell, the moment I collided with you we were taken to the past and the "us" who were already there, or rather here in the past, were sent back to that exact moment in the future…?" Draco said trailing off.

"Right, and so while you and I are here having this conversation, I am sure that the "future us" are already long gone from that room."

"So not too far into the future I know what it is that we came back here to find out?"

"That sounds about right."

"I think I'm going to need a headache relieving potion."

"Like I said, time travel is very complicated, and if you try to wrap your head around it you will get one massive migraine. And instead of putting a potion into your body, you should try clearing your mind and going into a deep sleep, you might be surprised at how much that will help."

"Thanks for the tip."

"No problem. Now if it's alright with you, I am going to go to try and get some sleep. Goodnight Draco."

"Goodnight Harry." And with that, both boys turned over in their respective beds and fell into a deep sleep, but not before wondering what the next day was going to bring.

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Harry picked up his coffee and brought it to his lips in effort to hide the growing smirk on his face at seeing the person in front of him pale slightly at his sudden appearance. Truth be told, his appearance at the Buena Vista was anything but sudden. For well over half an hour he had been standing across the street watching the person who had brought him here. He had to admit it to himself that it had been an odd sight at seeing Lucius's wife sitting in an obviously muggle setting, sipping what Harry assumed was either coffee or tea, as if this was the sort of place she belonged; not some stuffy manor where she was reduced to the, "You are a housewife and will not speak unless spoken to" roll. If Harry had to hazard a guess, on only what he was seeing now and without knowing who she would become in the future, he would say she looked like a "normal, muggle mother", who was simply having a moment to herself. So it had been with no small amount of regret that Harry strode up to the table and sat down opposite her.

"I hope you don't mind me intruding on your quiet time", Harry said after setting down his coffee, "It's just that I saw you from across the street and thought I would come over and say hello. I mean, what are the chances that I would stumble across the one person that I was hoping to see again?"

"More than likely they are very slim." said Narcissa Malfoy regaining composure.

"Indeed, they are very slim, but enough about that, how are you doing this morning?"

"I am doing better than when you last saw me, so what brings you out this way this morning?"

"Oh, well, it was like I said, I was simply walking by, sometimes I simply like to walk around the city, and I saw you from a distance and though that I would stop by."

"Well it was good to see you again; I hope you have a good rest of your day."

"I am sorry for crashing your morning, but I was being very serious when I said I was hoping to run into you again and please forgive me if I brush aside your gentle hint at wanting to be left alone, but when we parted yesterday I got the impression that you could use someone to talk to."

"If that was the case young man, then I would have simply spoken to Draco's Uncle."

"You're right, you could have, but I guess that you didn't because otherwise you wouldn't have let me stay here as long as I have."

Narcissa sighed and set down her coffee mug, "You're right, I haven't and that is only because Draco's uncle has already done so much for us I simply didn't want to burden him even more than I already have."

"With all due respect ma'am, if Draco's uncle is as good a man as you say he is, I can guarantee that he doesn't mind the slightest bit. I mean, you two are family, isn't that what family is supposed to do for one another."

"Well, we're not exactly blood related, but we grew up together and we are as good as."

"I'm sorry, I don't follow."

"Severus, Draco's uncle, and I grew up together and so we are practically family. He does what he does because…well, I suppose you are right, he does it because he cares and I am sure that he wouldn't mind me ranting to him a bit, but it is as I have said; I simply do not want to burden him any more than necessary."

Severus, as in Severus Snape, the Potions Master?"

Narcissa just stared at Harry, a look of shock clearly evident on her face. "Yes, how do you know him?"

Harry cursed at himself inwardly; he had not meant to say what he did, so thinking quickly, he continued. "I, along with a few others, studied under him for a time. I doubt he even remembers me."

"I am sure he hasn't forgotten you, that man has an impeccable memory."

"That he does Mrs. Malfoy, but I believe we have gotten away from our earlier conversation."

"Indeed we have young man, and to be quite honest you are a stranger to me, so tell me why I would tell you about my troubles when I won't even tell Severus."

"Because ma'am, it is sometimes easier to talk to s perfect stranger than it is to a person you know and the fact of the matter is I can help you."

Narcissa was taken aback by this, "What do you mean you can help?"

"Mrs. Malfoy, it does not take much to see that you are struggling with something that you yourself are not sure you can handle and whether you simply need someone to talk to or someone to help you, the simple fact is that you need help. So here I am, Donny Masterson, offering to help you." Harry said, again using the alias he had created on that fateful trip to Diagon Alley with his mother and aunt on his birthday.

"I know who you are young man, you introduced yourself to me yesterday, but why would you want to help me?"

"Because it is in my nature to help people, it always has been, even when they do not want or ask for it." He explained.

They fell into silence for a time and several times it looked to Harry as though Narcissa Malfoy was ready to hex him into next week, but in the end, as though all fight had left her, she turned her teary gaze to him and gave a small nod. Harry watched as she reached down and from under the table she brought out a baby carrier and set it in the chair next to her. 'Must have been under an invisibility charm or something' Harry thought to himself.

"Mr. Masterson, I would like you to meet my daughter."

Harry looked down at the sleeping child and smiled, "She's beautiful."

"Thank you." responded Narcissa, with a smile just as wide. "Both her and Draco are my entire world."

"I bet."

"I think that the only other person that could match my love for her is her brother. Draco just adores her and is very protective of her as well."

"And I bet her father is just as protective of her as Draco is." Harry stated, taking another sip of his coffee, but upon seeing the face she made at his comment he asked, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Their father…well let's just say that it…he…well, the entire situation with him is a complicated one."

"Why?"

"Well you see, he doesn't know he has a daughter." Narcissa replied quickly before she downed the rest of her coffee.

"He doesn't know he has a daughter?" Harry asked, shocked.

"I told you, it's complicated."

"I'm beginning to see that. Why doesn't he know about her?"

"The short answer to your question is that he is a very evil man and doesn't deserve to have any children at all."

"Forgive me for interrupting, but do you really think that is your call, I mean, he is human after all and is prone to making mistakes." Harry asked, wincing slightly inside at defending the elder Malfoy. Truth be told, he knew exactly what she meant and he agreed with her, but because he wasn't supposed to know what was going on, he had to put on an act like never before.

"Lucius has not always been so bad, he just fell into the wrong crowd and now I fear that he is beyond redemption."

"But to keep a parent ignorant of a child…are you sure that is the wisest thing to do, I mean, what if it pushes him further away? Do you really want to be the one responsible for not giving the man a second chance?"

"He has had many chances to redeem himself, but has continued to choose to go down the wrong path, away from what is good, away from his family. So do I want to be responsible for pushing that man down a path, closer to evil and away from his family? The answer to that is no, but I fear what would happen if I don't do this. Not to mention the affect he may have on my daughter; especially when I see the damage he has already begun to inflict on our son."

"You're afraid that he might pit them against each other, make them compete with each other, for his attention while never giving it to them."

"Exactly, you took the words right out of my mouth."

"I am very good at reading people."

"So it would seem."

"So what do you plan to do then, about the little one?"

Narcissa sighed, "I'm going to give her…"

"…up for adoption?"

"…to a friend of mine who is unable to have children of her own."

"Won't your husband be able to find her? I mean, she does have his name after all."

"He won't be able to find her." Narcissa said, shaking her head. "You see, I haven't named her yet."

"How do you acknowledge her then?"

"Little one, baby, little angel…just to name a few. The point is, for him to try and track her, in any sort of way; he needs to know her name"

"I suppose I could see how that could work, even if I don't understand."

"Youngman, until you have children of your own to protect, you will never understand."

"That is what my mother keeps telling me."

"And she is right. There is nothing greater in the world than a mother's love."

"So this "friend", can she be trusted?"

"I trust her with my life. She is like a sister to me."

"This wouldn't happen to be the same friend who you were with when you found this coffee house would it?"

Narcissa nodded, "The one and same. I was to meet with her later today."

"I know I'm sounding like a broken record, but how do you expect your husband to not find her?"

"As of this moment, there are only three people, outside of myself, that know of my daughter's existence. One of them is an accomplished Occlumens, and the second is the woman who is practically my sister and will be taking my daughter and the last one, well, I do hope that I don't have to regret telling you all of this."

"You need not worry about me telling anyone ma'am, although I do have one final question." When Narcissa nodded, Harry continued. "What about your son, he knows that he has a sibling, what is there to stop him from telling his father all about her?"

"As much as it pains me to do it, his Godfather is seeing to that."

"I'm sorry; I don't think I understood you. How is his godfather going to "see to it"?"

"After speaking at length with Severus about this, he is going to bind the memories, effectively seal them into Draco's mind so that he will not be able to remember that he even had a sister."

"So you're going to purge him of any memory of her."

"No, I would never do that. I am simply going to seal the knowledge of her away in his subconscious. So no, he won't be able to remember her, at least not until they are both safe."

"I do not want to sound superior ma'am, but take it from someone who knows, nothing in this world can truly be forgotten."

"Oh I'm sure there will be moments, echo's if you will, in which Draco will have feelings that he will not be able to place, but in the end, his not being able to place those feelings or remember anything about her will keep him safe."

Harry nodded and took advantage of the sudden silence to take another drink of his now lukewarm coffee. He was about to say something when he set his mug down, but when he saw the pale expression that was on Narcissa's face, that particular train of thought came to an abrupt stop. "Mrs. Malfoy, are you okay?" She didn't respond. Harry noticed that her gaze seemed to be locked onto something in the distance. Deciding to see what so fiercely held her gaze, Harry turned around. To say that he was surprised to see what he did would have been the understatement of the century. There, not half a block away from them was the motionless form of the one person, Harry knew, she didn't want to see, Lucius Malfoy. Even from such a distance there was no mistaking it was him. He was wearing a simple, yet expensive-looking black suit, the snake-head cane to his right, his face an expressionless mask. Harry thought he could see traces of anger break through, but it seemed to pass too quickly for him to be sure.

Harry turned quickly back around and found the baby carrier gone and Narcissa scribbling away on a pad of paper. "Aren't you going to hide the baby, I though you didn't want…?"

"I have blocked her from his perception. Right now the only thing he can see is me taking a sip of my coffee every couple of seconds or so. He cannot see you or the baby, however, this particular charm will begin to wear out the closer he gets."

"Perception filter charm… very nice!"

"Yes, it is very nice, but right now I need you to listen to me." She replied quickly as she ripped the piece of paper that she had been writing on off the pad. Curious, Harry locked his gaze with hers. "I need you to take my daughter to this address as quick as you can."

"Me!"

"Yes, you, you are the only one who can do it now. As much as I wish that I could be the one to do it…there is just no way now."

"Surely…"

"No time…" Narcissa exclaimed, looking back to where her husband was. "He is coming this way; you have to take her now!"

Harry turned back to look at the Malfoy patriarch, who was indeed walking quickly towards them. He was about to protest that he would be seen leaving, with something that wasn't even there, completely forgetting about the perception charm he and the baby were under, but it seemed that fate had other ideas. Just as Harry had been about to speak, a large Greyhound bus turned the corner and stopped, letting its passengers off, buying them the time they needed. He quickly turned back to Narcissa, who was looking at him expectantly and with a nod he said, "I'll do it. I'll make sure she gets there safely."

"I know you will Mr. Potter."

All of a sudden, time seemed to come to a dead-stop, "Excuse me!"

"Please don't try to play dumb with me, I'm a Black. I figured out who you were not long after we met."

"But how, why…"

"I knew your father Mr. Potter. You look exactly like him; except for the eyes…you have her eyes. I would be a fool not to put it together. Just tell me one thing, does what I do today work?"

"I…I don't…I don't know what…"

"We do not have the time for you to play dumb Mr. Potter. I knew you when you were a baby and even then you looked exactly like James. Your baby counterpart is about two now, but you look like your sixteen so please, do not bother trying to deny that you are from the future, and tell me, does what I am doing work?"

Not trusting himself to speak, Harry nodded one. Narcissa sighed. "Thank you. It is good to know that the Black line will live on through my children."

Harry shook his head, "Mrs. Malfoy, your daughter…"

"No," Narcissa said resolutely, "I can't know anything about the future, lest it changes in some way. You have given me a great gift Mr. Potter, thank you. Know that you will always have a friend in the Black family. But now you have to go."

As if on cue, time seemed to pick right back up. Sounds came rushing back and filled Harry's ears. With a resolved look, he bent slightly across the table and picked up the sleeping baby from the carrier. As soon as he was cradling the baby, he looked back at Narcissa, who had just flicked her wrist at the carrier, causing it to disappear. "Go now!" And in a swift movement, Harry did as he was told.

As much as he wanted to question her as to why she let him continue his 'Donny Masterson charade' as long as she had, he had another goal to accomplish at the moment and that was getting this baby to safety. Unfortunately the only place he could escape to at the moment was the inside of the Buena Vista Coffee house. Without looking back he hurried inside and made his way towards one of the empty booths in the corner and out of site of any of the windows. He was only sitting down for a moment before someone approached him.

"Hello and welcome to the Buena Vista, how can I…it's you!"

"What?"

"It's you; you were one of the boys behind one of our dumpster's yesterday morning. I knew I hadn't made it up. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, um…I'm sorry, I forgot your name."

"Tessa." The girl said with a smile.

"Right, Tessa, well you see, I just came in for a quick breather. I've been out walking with this little one here…" Harry said, as he motioned, as best he could, to the sleeping child in his arms. "…all morning and just needed to find a place to rest my legs."

"That's fine, for the moment anyway, can I get you something to drink?"

"No, I'm good thank you."

"Okay then, how about an explanation?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"For me," Tessa said as she stepped closer to the table. "You owe me an explanation for yesterday morning."

"I do?" Harry replied, confused.

"Yes, you do."

"Well, um…it's complicated."

"Difficult to explain?"

"No, just a long story."

"Well I'm due for a break anyway, so why don't you tell it to me now." Tessa said as she sat down opposite him.

"Look, I really don't have the time. I have to be somewhere soon and I…"

"Look, you can't just pop into and then out of a girl's life like that. It gives them the wrong idea."

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm only messing with you." She replied as she stood up.

"Oh, okay."

"Oh, before I forget, you left this behind when you left yesterday. I thought you might try to come and find it, but when you never showed…anyway, I kept it safe…just in case." Tessa said as she reached into her apron and pulled out a silver ring with black lines etched into it.

At seeing the ring, Harry got out of the booth and gave Tessa a one-armed hug. "Thank you. You have no idea how glad I am that you found this. My friend was about to skin me alive when he found out I had lost it."

"I am sure he will be glad to know that it is safe."

"He will indeed. It was his mothers. You see she…" Harry paused a moment and looked outside at the now empty table where he and Narcissa had just been. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he continued. "She passed away not too long ago and he has taken to carrying that around with him everywhere."

"Oh, well I am glad to have been able to help. Are you sure you don't need anything, coffee…tea?"

"No, I'm good, thanks, but I would be grateful if you could point me to the restroom, it seems that this one here needs to be changed." Harry said. The sleeping child in his arms didn't need to be changed; he just needed to get away so that he could continue on with the task Narcissa Malfoy had set him.

"Yeah, no problem, just go down the hall and the men's is the last door on the left."

"Thank you Tessa, I won't forget this." Harry said with a smile.

"They're only directions to the restroom; I didn't save your life or anything." Tessa said nonchalantly as she turned and headed in the direction of another booth. Harry smiled as he watched her go. 'Maybe I should come here once I'm back in my own time. The coffee here was pretty good…' Harry thought as he went in the direction of the restroom. Once inside and was sure that he was alone he looked down at the sleeping bundle in his arms.

"Have no fear little one, I will make sure that you are safe. I won't leave you until I am sure." With that said, Harry set to work, quickly thinking up a spell that would get him to where he needed to go.

To the address I have in hand

Oh guiding magic

Take me to Narcissa's dearest friend

Not a moment later, a swirl of white lights descended around Harry and the baby. And as quickly as the lights came, they left, leaving behind an empty bathroom except for the unmoving form of Tessa Hammond in the doorway. "I really need a vacation." She said as she shut the door behind her.

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Harry appeared at the end of a long, stone walk-way that wound its way up to the front of an oddly shaped house. He thought it looked a bit familiar, but couldn't figure out where he had seen it before. With a vigorous shake of his head, though careful not to jostle the sleeping baby in his arms, he began his trek up to the front door. Once there, he knocked four times and took a few steps back. It wasn't long before the door swung open to reveal a woman about Narcissa's age. "Can I help you?"

"Yes ma'am, my name is Harry," He began, opting to use his real name, as he was sure that he hadn't met this woman in the future and she hadn't met him. "And Narcissa Malfoy sent me to bring this little on to you."

Harry watched as realization dawned on the woman before him and her gaze fell to the bundle in his arms. "Is that…?"

"Yes ma'am. Mrs. Malfoy was sorry that she couldn't be here to do this herself, but in the end she thought it was best that she didn't."

The woman nodded, "And I can understand why. Well don't just stand there, come in. It isn't too cold out, but we don't want you or that precious little one catching a cold." She said, waving Harry inside with a pleasant smile.

"Thank you, but I can't be staying long. I have to get back to my friend."

"I understand, um…do you mind if I...?" She said, gesturing to the baby in Harry's arms.

"No, after all, you are the one who is going to be looking out for her from now on. I was simply to get her here to you." Harry replied as he passed the baby into the woman's waiting arms.

"She is beautiful."

"Yes, she is. I guess it's a good thing you have blond hair too, otherwise you might have some explaining to do."

"Indeed. And once the blood-adoption is complete, she will take on some of my features as well."

"Aren't blood adoptions against the law?"

The woman before him smiled. "As a good friend, a brother really, once told me…"It is completely legal…as long as nobody knows about it." And seeing as I have been out of the public eye for some time it will appear as though I have simply been caring for my little one."

"You haven't been out in public for almost a year?" Harry blanched. "How do you…how did you manage that?"

The woman laughed. "My husband likes to travel, and the places we go are not known for being heavily populated. Besides, with my profession, it is not uncommon to hole yourself up for a long period of time."

"And just what do you do that keeps you so busy?" Harry asked. And just as she was about to respond, the sleeping baby woke up and began to get a little fussy.

"Shhh…shhh, it's okay little one, you're safe, don't cry. Did Narcissa happen to give you anything, any supplies for the baby?"

"No, we were kind of pressed for time."

Nodding in understanding, the woman freed one of her hands and snapped her fingers. "Hows can Floppy bees of service mistress?" A regal looking elf said with low bow.

"Floppy, we have a new house guest for an undetermined amount of time, and right now she is in need of a bottle, so could you make one up please."

"It is being my honor mistress." And in one quick motion, the elf, Floppy, snapped her fingers and vanished with an almost silent 'pop'. Not a moment later, a bottle, full of what looked like milk, appeared on the table in front of them.

"Well that was fast." Harry said, watching as the woman in front of him picked up the bottle and began to feed the baby.

"Floppy has been with me since I was a little girl and is viewed as a part of this family, as an equal. I hope this does not offend you."

Harry shook his head. "It doesn't. I have a house elf myself and though I didn't get him until recently, I treat him with the respect he deserves. Many in the Wizarding world underestimate house-elves, but the truth is that they are quite powerful and deserve our respect."

"I couldn't agree with you more."

They both fell into silence, both watching the baby suck on her bottle. It wasn't long before her eyes began to droop. Both Harry and the woman smiled. "I think it it's about time I get her down. You wouldn't mind helping me would you?" She asked, looking at Harry.

"I don't mind at all." He replied with a smile. In no time at all they reached a room, which Harry guessed, was the master bedroom.

"I finished putting the crib up not long before you got here. Of course I had been hoping to have a bit more time to get a few more things done, but I was asked to be ready at a moment's notice." The woman said as she walked over to the crib that was tucked into the corner of the room. "Actually," The woman said, turning back to Harry, "Do you mind holding her for a moment while I get her blankets together?"

"Not at all." Harry said with a smile as he took the baby from her arms.

"What is her name by the way?" The woman asked as she bustled about the room.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Her name, the baby's name, what is it. I don't want to keep calling her "baby" or something of that sort, it's just not right."

"Oh…umm…well, she doesn't have one. Narcissa said she would rather have no connection to her or that Lucius have any way to locate the child."

The woman before Harry frowned. "I know that she was doing what she thought was right, but there is no reason not to name a child. Especially one that is as beautiful as this little one." She said, taking the still sleeping child from Harry.

"I agree, but it is as you said, she had her reasons. And with all due respect ma'am, Narcissa trusted you enough to give you her daughter to protect. She knew what she was doing and what you would have to do."

"You're right, and I have the perfect name for her." The woman said with a smile.

"Already…you don't want to discuss a possible name for her with your husband?"

"My husband trusts my judgment." With that said she turned towards the crib and laid the sleeping child softly down. As Harry watched her pull the small blanket around the baby, he heard her say-

"Goodnight, my little Luna."

Harry blanched. "What did you just call her!"

"Luna. You see, her mother, Narcissa, she…"

But Harry heard no more. The moment he had heard the name of the baby, he had felt a change in the air and knew exactly what was about to happen, though not the way that it did. Normally with his magic, or his mothers and aunts, a swirl of white light would appear and whisk them away gently, yet quickly, to their destination. This, however, felt like someone had taken a battering-ram to his gut and the next thing he knew he was on the floor with something heavy laying on top of him.

Opening his eyes he saw it to be none other than Draco Malfoy. "Oi, you great lump, get off!" Harry said, as he attempted to push the blonde boy off of him. When both finally managed to come to a standing position, Harry had a better look at Draco and what he saw before him made him roar with laughter. "What in the name of Merlin happened to you?"

Draco glared. "If you must know," the blonde said with a scowl as he took out his wand and waved it over himself, returning him to his usual appearance, "Your future aunt and mother, I'm not sure which one was who, because you refuse to tell me which one it is that is your mother, both decided it would be best that I played dress up with them. "It's your life if you don't" they both said. Devious little monsters…"

"They didn't try and get you in a dress?"

"Oh they tried, but thankfully your grams stepped in and told them that that was taking things a bit too far and that they should just practice hair braiding and putting on make-up."

"That's my grams for you."

Draco scowled. "I am glad you find this amusing Potter, but if you don't mind, I am tired and there are still things I need to get done today."

Harry laughed silently to himself as he watched Draco turn and walk towards the door. It was just as the blonde Slytherin had turned the handle that Harry came back to his senses and called out to him. "Hey, wait, I can't believe I forgot, not after the trouble we went through, but I need to tell you what I…why are you shaking your head?"

Harry watched as Draco appeared to sigh heavily and turned back to face him. While you were off 'who knows where' I had a lot of time to think."

"You mean while you were being the guinea pig to a pair of little girls…"

"Yes." Draco said curtly, though Harry was sure that he could see a slight smile on his face. "While I was a being a guinea pig, whatever in Merlin's name that is, I did a lot of thinking and I came to conclusion that right now, at this point in time, I don't need to know or rather, it is best that I not know any details."

"But all that time you spent…"

"Is she safe Potter?"

"Wait…what?"

"Is she safe, where she is at this moment? Is she safe?"

Harry simply looked at the boy in front of him. "Yes, she is safe."

"Then that is all I need to know." Draco said, turning back to the door.

"But don't you want to know why you don't…

"Remember her? I already know this Potter."

"How could you possibly…"

"It was all in the note, well some of it anyway."

"But I thought you said you told me…"

"Potter, I only told you what you needed to know and at the time, you didn't need to know what all was in the letter. Even now, you still don't need to know."

"But,"

"In the letter my mother told me what she and…what she had done to me so that my sister would be protected. I also know the only way that potion will reverse is if we are both, without a doubt, safe."

Harry stared at Draco, not saying anything for some time before he simply nodded. "You do realize that this is your only chance to find out what you were seeking. You can't come to me in a day or so because the 'not knowing' is eating you up inside."

"I do know this Potter." Draco said surely.

"Then why go through what you did to get me to help you, if you didn't want to know?"

"Because when I came to you, that is all I wanted, to know who she was, but in the end, while I was with those two little girls, something in my mother's letter came back to me."

"And what was that?"

"That while I may be the heir to the Malfoy line, I am still a Black and nothing can take that away from me. Now, I know my sister is out there somewhere and while she may have grown up under a different name, she too is a Black and we are survivors and we will meet again someday."

Not having anything to say, Harry nodded. Draco smirked and turned back to the door, and just as he was about to leave he turned back and looked at Harry. "I really am thankful for all that you did to help me, and while I really do not see us as enemies anymore, you do realize that…"

"You are going to act as though we are, don't worry, I understand."

Draco nodded, gave a slight smile and left without another word. Harry wasn't sure how long he stood there before he too left the room and made his way back up to the Gryffindor common room. He had a beautiful red-head waiting for him and if he didn't hurry…well, he didn't want to think about that. As he came upon the entrance to his common room he put his hands in his pockets and gave a slight frown when he felt something in one of them. Harry sighed as he looked at the foreign object, Narcissa Malfoy's wedding band. 'I'll just have to get this to Draco later' Harry thought to himself just before calling out the password to the Fat Lady.

"Well that certainly took long enough." A voice called out to Harry, shaking him from his thought as he came through the portrait hole.

"What, it hasn't even been that long."

Ginny smiled, "I'm only messing with you Harry. So, are you going to tell me what you had to do?" she said as she got up from her chair and hugged him.

"Of course I am…I told you I would?" Harry replied as he led them to the chair that Ginny had just vacated.

"Well then, out with it you, a girl hasn't got all day."

Harry chuckled. "Okay, so do you remember…" he said trailing off. There had been a slight vibrating and then his ring finger on his left hand started to warm. "Now? Why does it have to be now…" Harry said in exasperation.

"What is it Harry, what's wrong?"

"Explanations are going to have to wait Ginny; we need to go, now!"

"What why?"

"Voldemort's attacking."