phoenixrae wrote Rewind & Start Again for 'Denzil' 2/2
Title: Rewind & Start Again (Part 2)
Author: phoenixrae
Rating: PG-13 for language
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: Minor references to certain events from books 1-6
Summary: A budding romance; a mysterious, anger-filled teenager; a future in tatters. Will they be able to save the day or let the mistakes of the past haunt them in the future?
Author's Note: I loved the season of CHARMED when Chris Perry made an appearance, and I cried in the end when he ‘disappeared’ for the season finale. It’s a challenge to write this fic and using the same story plot in the HP world.
Beta: Special thanks to Maria (aka tigereyes320) for beta-reading this fic for me
( Part 1 )
VI. Uh-oh, They’re Piecing Things Together
DRACO AND GINNY WERE STARTING TO FEEL like they were in some kind of a twilight zone. Everyone around them looked like they were walking on eggshells; Molly Noelle made damn sure to keep her distance from them, and every time they tried questioning the others, they couldn’t get a straight-up answer from any of them.
Ginny’s conversation with Harry about their marriage and why it ended didn’t shed some light into her already confused mind. He did, however, explain to her that their marriage was an unexpected one.
“It wasn’t a love match, Gin,” he explained. “You were in love with someone else and pregnant. I was…well, to say I stopped loving you would’ve been a lie,” he confessed.
“If I was in love with someone else and pregnant with his child, how come we-”
“He was gone long before you found out about the baby,” he cut her off.
Harry explained to her that he married her out of his sense of duty. Her parents were still alive at the time she found out she was expecting, and in order to help her save face for her folks’ sake they had to think fast and said that they were expecting. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley knew about them getting together back in his sixth year and parted ways shortly after when the war between Lord Voldemort and the rest of the wizarding world broke out, but they believed them to be in love still when they announced their plan to get married before the child was born.
“So the child wasn’t Potter’s?” Draco didn’t know whether to be relieved by the news that Molly Noelle wasn’t Ginny’s child with his mortal nemeses or punch the living daylights out of that bastard who knocked Ginny up.
“Nope,” Ginny shook her head. She was seated in the kitchen with Draco yet again one quiet evening. It has been almost a week now since they crash landed into this time and they were no where near finding out a resolution to whatever problem it was that Molly Noelle was supposed to be coming back in time for.
“Did he tell you who the father was?”
“All Harry said was the guy was long gone before I even found out about the baby. I asked him if he knew the father, but he kept on changing the subject.”
“He knew who the bastard was,” Draco slammed his fist on the table, sending some of the things on it to jump and make a clattering sound.
Ginny scolded him with a simple glare.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “I still don’t understand why we’re here, Gin. This is bloody infuriating me,” he admitted.
Ginny gave him a startled look when he used the shortened version of her nickname. Only Harry and close family and friends ever referred to her as ‘Gin’. To hear that name slip out of Draco Malfoy’s mouth as if he was used to saying it was a shock to her.
“Have you talked to Molly Noelle again?” she asked.
“After the last time? No.”
“You weren’t really accommodating when you cornered her in her own room that last time, Malfoy,” she reprimanded.
“Oh please. That brat’s…I know she’s your kid, Gin, but dammit, she’s just very stubborn and vile at times I couldn’t believe Potter and your brothers hasn’t chastised her to oblivion yet with her attitude!”
Ginny was about to defend her future daughter from being verbally abused by this man across from her when suddenly she realized that she too received quite a cold reception from her daughter. She watched Molly Noelle interact with Harry and her brothers and their wives; she was always smiling and charming, always laughing at something until she decided to join in on the fun then things started to change. She’d catch Harry and the others exchange looks when she comes into the room and Molly Noelle happened to be there. She hated the fact that her own flesh and blood was treating her like crap.
* * * * *
MOLLY NOELLE REMAINED HIDDEN IN THE shadows at the doorway leading to the kitchen listening to Ginny and Draco discuss what they’ve learned so far. She didn’t know what she was doing here, hiding in the shadows eavesdropping to their conversation.
Something inside of her yearned to hear her mother’s voice; it has been a very long time since she last heard its sound. If things worked out just fine and they figure out why they were here without them learning too much, then she’d be living a different kind of life right now.
“We have to tell them the truth about who is your real father, Molly,” whispered Harry from behind her.
Molly Noelle jumped at the sound of the man whom she has known as her father right from the day she was born until now. She slowly turned and faced the man with a thunderbolt scar on his forehead.
“I thought you would’ve told her about him.”
“I wanted to, but I wasn’t sure if it will be a wise move.”
“I don’t think it would’ve mattered,” she shrugged. “But we’ll explain to them what caused this future we have right now.”
“When do you want to do it?”
Molly Noelle held her father’s gaze, the only man who wasn’t her flesh and blood but treated her as if she was his own spawn, and contemplated on when they should tell them the necessary information they needed to know to correct what went wrong in the past.
“My birthday’s in two days. I’ll be nineteen then. Let’s tell them on my birthday.”
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VII. Uh-oh, the Moment of Truth
ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS, MOLLY?” asked a very anxious Hermione when she managed to corner Molly Noelle before entering the kitchen where everyone was gathered ready to partake in her birthday dinner.
Molly Noelle met her aunt’s worried brown eyes and smiled encouragingly at her. “It’s now or never, Aunt Hermione. Besides, I’ll only be telling them what they needed to know. Hopefully that will be enough information for them to be returned back to their time and right what went wrong.”
Hermione didn’t sound convinced about this whole idea of hers, but she nodded in agreement anyway and preceded her from entering the kitchen.
Molly Noelle took her time from entering. She did her breathing exercise, mentally going through how she was going to bring up the subject about Ginny and Draco’s presence in this time.
She’ll make the announcement after she blew the candles off the cake. She was certain her uncles and aunts would ask her to make a speech; she’d do it then.
* * * * *
GINNY COULDN’T HELP BUT GRIN FROM ear to ear as she watched her daughter blow out all nineteen candles on her homemade birthday cake. Hermione commissioned her help in making her daughter’s birthday cake (“Let’s make this one a memorable cake for Molly since she hasn’t had any homemade cakes made by you since she turned two.”).
“Speech! Speech! Speech!” cheered the younger generations of Weasleys and Potters to their eldest cousin and sibling.
Molly Noelle chuckled as she gazed lovingly at each family member. Ginny, however, felt a slight pang inside when Molly Noelle avoided turning to her and Draco’s direction. She looked at everyone present lovingly, but once her gaze neared where she and Draco were seated, her expression changed to something she couldn’t quite fathom, and nothing but chill filled Ginny, making her shiver seated beside Draco.
“Are you okay?” Draco leaned in closer to her, his hand covering hers and clasping it.
Ginny was surprised at the tender act, especially from him who treated her like nothing even after he made a fool of her. But the look in her eyes told her he was genuinely concerned. It touched her to know that after all was said and done, Draco Malfoy wasn’t really a complete prat.
“I’m fine. I’m just…she’s not really warming up to me, you know?” she whispered.
Draco took a quick glance at the birthday celebrant then back at the redhead seated beside him. He gave her hand another reassuring squeeze. “I don’t know what kind of resentment she has against you. I understand her hating my guts because, hey, I am not really a welcome guest amongst your siblings, but her hating your guts too is baffling me,” he admitted.
* * * * *
MOLLY NOELLE WATCHED FROM THE corner of her eye the tender moment her mother and Draco Malfoy were having. His hand on Ginny’s hand, clenching it tightly, didn’t go amiss to Molly Noelle either. They may not know it, but they sure looked like a couple right at this very moment. It sparked a tiny bit of hope inside her that maybe - just maybe - she’d get that family she always wanted if everything went according to plan.
She started off by thanking everyone who was present for her party. She goofed around a bit, teasing her cousins that their gifts to her better be something she’d use and not discard. She timed her speech well. She was nearing the end of it when she turned to the couple seated to her left.
“Ginny and Draco,” she began, her throat constricting as she spoke their names. “I know you two are still as confused as the night I summoned you both to this time. Tonight, however, I hope to be able to shed some light to your plight and help you get back to your own time.”
Molly Noelle paused, looked across the room and met the familiar green eyes that belonged to the only man she knew as her father. She needed his strength right now to help her through this.
Harry nodded his head in encouragement, his green eyes sending silent words of encouragement to her.
“Something happened in your time that resulted in us living this kind of wretched life right now,” she began, feeling a lump forming at the base of her throat and slowly making its way upward. She paused, composed herself and took a deep, calming breath. She met the blond haired man’s gaze, his silver gray eyes the same as hers and willed him to understand what she was silently trying to convey. “You turned on those who counted on you the most. Everyone thought you’ve changed, but at the first chance you got you went back and told daddy everything the side of good was protecting, even the place where everybody thought they were safe from prying eyes was revealed to your damn master,” she accused.
“What are you talking about? I’ll never go back to serving that blasted serpent!” Draco denied.
“You say that now, but look at what’s happened to us now,” Molly Noelle pointed out. “You’ll betray everyone. After all, you already betrayed that woman seated beside you, who’s to say you won’t do it again?” she challenged.
“I did not betray Ginny!” Draco practically yelled at the young woman glaring down at him. He would’ve lunged at her too if it hadn’t been for Ginny pulling him back.
“You slept with Parkinson after you slept with the woman whom you claimed to love and will love for all eternity. Now what kind of a man does that make you, huh, Draco Malfoy?”
Draco was at a loss for words. He could only stare at the young woman who looked so much like Ginny, but the tenacity he was sensing from her wasn’t the kind that belonged to a Weasley or to a Potter either. It was a familiar vibe, something he was very accustomed to feeling.
Feeling the air crackle with tension, the mothers sent the children to their rooms with a promise of cake and sweets afterwards. The elder ones were told to look after the little ones and cast a silencing charm in the kitchen to prevent potential eavesdroppers to listen in on the adult conversation.
Molly Noelle counted one to five until she was calm enough to speak without yelling at the man responsible for this life she was blessed with. “You should’ve thought better before jumping from one bed to another,” she goaded.
Ginny’s heard enough. Proud as she was of her daughter for surviving on her own without her mother and her father present (she had to thank Harry for taking good care of her daughter on her behalf), she doesn’t particularly like hearing someone bad mouth and put all the blame on Draco. Molly Noelle had a point of questioning Draco’s fidelity after what happened between them, but now the young woman was bordering on being rude.
“That’s enough, young lady!” Ginny scolded, her brown eyes shooting daggers while suppressing her anger. “We are young. We have our ups and downs, it’s all part of growing up. Nobody’s perfect, and when I got together with Draco I knew he wasn’t perfect either. We learn from our mistakes, Molly Noelle.”
Molly Noelle met her mother’s gaze. She jutted her chin to the air and looked down her nose at the angry redhead seated beside the bleached blond young man.
“You never really learned from the mistakes you made, Ginny Weasley,” she dead panned before walking out of the kitchen.
Everyone was silent after they heard the kitchen door slam shut. Ginny looked crestfallen where she sat, her hand still entwined with a very angry Draco. Everyone else at the table was looking at them. It was Harry who broke the silence.
“This is all just too much for her,” he excused his daughter’s behaviour, but he knew Molly Noelle’s actions already caused a drift between her and her estranged mother.
“She hates me,” Ginny said to no one in particular, her eyes focused on the table in front of her.
“She doesn’t hate you, Gin,” Draco reassured her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
Ginny lifted her gaze and met his, a small smile hovering over her lips. “How can you be sure? She resented the choices I made.”
“I know what hate is,” he reassured her. “And your daughter hates me a lot. Now I don’t know what kind of choices you made or will be making, but nobody can really predict the future, can they?”
“Unless you’re a seer, nobody can.”
“Why don’t you talk to her,” he cajoled. “I have a feeling our purpose for being here isn’t over yet. There’s still some unfinished business between you and your future daughter that needs to be settled.”
Ginny studied his face for the longest time. She couldn’t believe that just a few days ago she was seething with anger when she found out that he slept with Pansy Parkinson, but right now she was seeing a side of him that she knew she wouldn’t have seen if they hadn’t been thrown in this time warp zone.
Lifting her hand, she cupped the side of his face, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb.
“It’s this side of you - the caring, understanding side - that I fell in love with,” she admitted.
Draco felt a lump in his throat after hearing those words. He lifted his hand and wrapped it around the wrist of the hand cupping his face. He turned his face towards her palm and planted a kiss in the center of it.
“Go talk to your daughter and let’s get the hell out of here.”
Ginny smiled and got up. She turned to everyone else present and watching them. She didn’t realize they had an audience until she turned to them. She felt a couple of red spots taint her cheeks, but what can she do? She was a woman in love and in dire need of straightening a strained relationship with her future daughter.
“You all know where to find me,” she announced and walked out of the kitchen to the back door where Molly Noelle took off to.
* * * * *
GINNY FOUND HER DAUGHTER on the swing pushing herself back and forth gently. She was leaning against the chain handle, her eyes focused on the ground. She approached the strawberry-blond haired young woman quietly, pausing right in front of her and waited until her presence was acknowledged.
“You’re still here? Who sent you out here?” Molly Noelle demanded after a while of pretending she wasn’t seeing her.
“No one,” she lied.
Molly Noelle snorted. “I betcha your boyfriend cajoled you to make peace with me.”
“So what if he did? Is that a problem?” Ginny didn’t even flinch when she unwittingly admitted that she and Draco were together.
“There’s nothing you can do in this time.”
“Molly Noelle-”
“You two were already told what happened. It’s up to the two of you to change it or avoid it from happening.” She sounded cold and distant. Ginny couldn’t help but feel her heart break.
“What did I do?” She asked trying to catch her daughter’s gaze. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?”
“I already told you, there’s nothing you can
do,” Molly Noelle repeated.
“I want to know,” Ginny demanded. “I want to know what I did so I can learn from whatever mistake it was that I did,” she pleaded.
Molly Noelle got up from the swing and walked past Ginny back to the direction of the house. She heard Ginny’s footsteps and her hand on her wrist, pulling her around to face her.
“Molly Noelle, tell me what I did,” she insisted.
“What difference will it make?” Molly Noelle spoke through gritted teeth, her eyes brimming with tears threatening to fall. “You died. You just…gave up. If it hadn’t been for Harry, I wouldn’t be here either. After your one-time lover betrayed you and left you, then later on you found out he’s left a little something of him in you, you became a wreck. Harry helped you pull through and offered marriage to help save your face from your parents and brothers. You were never really happy with Harry. You were content and I felt sorry for him for loving you the way he did when you were nothing but a wretched shell of the woman you once were!” Tears started streaming down her cheeks as she spoke, her gray eyes mirroring the pain and suffering she went through her entire nineteen years of living. “You managed to bring me to this world, but you never even tried holding me after I was born. One look at me and you saw his face. Harry told me how you cried yourself to sleep after you gave birth to me, and to top it all off you never bothered to acknowledge me, except to give me my name.
“You named me ‘Molly’ after your mother whom you love so much. You gave me my second name to represent your lover’s mother’s initial. Other than that, Harry was the one who brought me up. Then one day, shortly after I turned one, Harry and I came home from a fishing expedition and found you dead. You used the killing curse on yourself.”
“No,” Ginny denied. “You’re wrong. I would never kill myself. I am not that weak. We Weasleys aren’t weaklings. We’re fighters!” she insisted.
“But you weren’t a fighter then. You’ve lost the fight in you. You managed to stick around for a year then it became all too much for you.”
“Molly, listen to me,” Ginny held her daughter by her upper arms and forced her to meet her gaze. “I don’t know what kind of hell I went through shortly after giving birth to you, but taking my life is never an option for me. I’d sacrifice my life for those I love. You have to believe me,” she pleaded.
“Believe her, Potter,” snarled a familiar male voice hidden in the shadows.
Both women turned at the sound of that voice. It was an older, more mature version of the voice of the man seated in the family kitchen right at this very moment.
“What are you doing here?” demanded Ginny, pushing Molly Noelle behind her and out of harm’s way.
A forty-two-year-old Draco Malfoy stepped out of the shadows and revealed himself to the two women. He matured quite gracefully and was almost a spitting image of his father.
“I heard there was a party going on so I came to investigate,” he answered simply.
Ginny had her wand out in no time and was aiming it at the menacing man advancing towards them.
“Stay the hell away from us. I don’t know who you are or what you’ve become, Malfoy, but you are not going to touch my daughter or any one of my family!”
* * * * *
DRACO SUDDENLY FELT LIKE SOMEONE JUST WALKED over his grave. Harry and the rest of the Weasleys just informed him of who Molly Noelle’s real father was. His former nemeses felt obliged to at least clue him in on who that bastard was that knocked Ginny up and left her to go through her pregnancy alone.
“Something’s not right,” Draco announced.
“Of course nothing’s right!” agreed Luna. “You cheated on Ginny and went back to join your father and that damn Dark Lord!”
Draco shot her a glare that could’ve skewered a wild boar and that instantly shut an outspoken Luna up.
“I’m not talking about that. Something’s wrong outside.”
“What are you talking about?” Percy got up from his seat and turned to look at the backyard where Ginny and Molly Noelle were. “Oh my God,” his jaw dropped when he saw the scene unfolding outside.
Everyone was up and out of their seats in no time and looked out the window.
“Dammit, that’s the older me and Ginny’s wand is out,” hissed Draco and tried pushing people out of his way. “Let me through, dammit! I got to save my family!”
* * * * *
STAY AWAY, DAMMIT!” GINNY DEMANDED as she and Molly Noelle backed away from the menacing future Draco Malfoy looking at them like they were a pair of primed prey.
“Aaaah, I see that you still got that same fire in you when it comes to protecting your family, Weaslette,” he taunted. “You also put up quite a fight the last time we met face to face and I demanded you give up Potter and his kid.”
“What?” Molly Noelle’s eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at what this villain just alluded to. “You killed my mother?”
Draco paused and looked at the younger redhead hidden behind his former flame. “Don’t act surprised, Potter. You didn’t really buy that crap your father and uncles fed you, did you?”
Molly Noelle was having a hard time processing this new discovery to the truth behind her mother’s untimely death. She couldn’t help but loathe the man even more. How could someone who held her mother’s hand inside their kitchen just minutes ago so lovingly become this vile? What happened to the young Draco inside the Burrow right now and to this man standing before them?
“Why? Why did you have to kill her?” she demanded.
“For sport,” was his nonchalant reply.
“You bastard!” Molly Noelle whipped her wand out and in a flash stepped away from behind Ginny, her wand at the ready to cast the killing curse on the man responsible for her wretched life, but Draco proved to be a whole lot faster and anticipated this move.
Everything happened in a flash. Ginny’s alarmed scream mingled with a younger Draco’s scream as he raced out of the kitchen to come to their rescue. Both their eyes widened when they saw the familiar green light shoot out of the older Draco’s wand aimed at the spunky young redhead.
Both father and daughter were thrown back after the curse was cast. Harry and the other Weasley men surrounded the fallen Malfoy and quickly put a full body bind spell on him.
“Molly!” Ginny and the younger Draco ran to where their daughter landed. Draco slid on the semi-damp ground, pulling his daughter on to his lap. He quickly felt for a pulse and found it, but it was a faint one. Ginny knelt on the ground across from Draco and pushed away the young girl’s hair out of her face.
“Stupid girl,” scolded Draco as he cradled his daughter’s limp body. “Why did you have to let your temper get the best of you,” he was crying now as he looked down at the young woman in his arms.
Molly Noelle slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurred, but she could make out the two faces looking down at her. Her parents. She let out a small smile.
“Molly, honey, just hang on, alright? We’ll get you to the hospital right away,” Ginny promised as she held her daughter’s hand.
“There’s no need to do that.”
“What are you talking about? You’re lucky you survived the killing curse, young lady,” Draco scolded.
“Barely,” Molly Noelle replied weakly.
“Don’t say that,” it was Ginny who scolded her this time.
The dying young woman chuckled. “You always were the positive one…Mom.”
“Oh Molly,” Ginny cupped the young woman’s cheek.
Molly Noelle turned her head towards her hand and planted a kiss on it, the same way Draco planted a loving kiss on Ginny’s hand earlier before she came out here to talk to her daughter.
“Thanks for saving my life - again. I love you. I always loved you,” she smiled at Ginny before turning her head towards Draco. “I don’t really hate you, Dad. It’s the man you’ve become that I hate. Love Mom, and take good care of her,” she said with a hitched breath before her entire
body went limp.
“Molly? Molly!” Ginny started shaking her awake, not believing that after all they did it cost them their daughter’s life. “No!” Ginny threw herself on her daughter’s limp body, crying anguished tears.
Draco gripped his daughter’s body tightly and threw his arm around Ginny, the two of them mourning the loss of the daughter.
Harry and the rest of the Weasley boys stood guard, their heads bowed as they sent a silent prayer for their departed niece and daughter. When they lifted their heads they couldn’t quite believe their eyes when they saw the young Draco and Ginny disappearing before their very eyes.
“They went back now,” announced Hermione as she and the other wives walked up to where their husbands stood.
“I just wished they didn’t have to see their daughter killed,” Luna turned and cried against her husband’s chest.
“What are we going to do with this one?” Fred asked his foot propped on top of Malfoy’s stomach.
Everyone turned to their prisoner.
“Let’s give him up to the Ministry and let him live the rest of his life in prison,” said Harry.
“Can’t we just kill him?” asked George.
“No. That would be too humane of us if we did,” it was Ron who answered it wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulders.
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VIII. Uh-oh, Looks Like a Different Future…
DRACO FOUND GINNY SEATED ON A BOULDER by the lake late Sunday afternoon. They had just been released from the infirmary the day before after suffering minor head wounds caused by the whirlpool that appeared out of nowhere and turned Hogwarts upside down. According to the people who tended to them, something large hit them in the head and rendered them unconscious for almost forty-eight hours. Draco and Ginny couldn’t believe people’s claim, but they were both lying in a hospital bed when they woke up.
“Are you thinking about her?” he asked when he was close enough to her.
“She worked so hard to see a different future, but now…” her voice trailed off as she remembered the lifeless body, the hand that turned cold as the feisty young woman died fighting for a better future for herself and her family.
Draco didn’t hesitate and crossed the space separating them. He wrapped his arms around the crying redhead, turning her to face him. Ginny responded to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face against his chest.
“We know better now, Gin,” he reassured her.
“Molly Noelle taught us that,” he added.
“But we lost her, Draco,” she mumbled against his chest.
Draco gently pulled her away from his embrace. He chucked his thumb and forefinger under her chin and made her meet his gaze.
“We didn’t lose her, Ginny. That was the future. We are living in the now, and we can change that future,” he promised her.
“How can we? I don’t know what drove you back to join your father’s side. And there’s still that fact that you slept with Pansy.”
Draco paused at that. He couldn’t, for the life of him, fathom his future self’s reasons for rejoining forces with the Dark Lord, but he knew better now. He loved Ginny more than he ever imagined he could. He’d risk his own life for her, not take it away to extract revenge.
When Ginny told him what happened to her and who killed her, Draco couldn’t believe it. He was aghast and in denial. How could he murder the woman he loved?
“Parkinson meant nothing to me, Ginny.”
“But you still slept with her after you and I got together.”
“I didn’t sleep with her,” he confessed. “She tried to get me into bed with her. She seduced me and got me to kiss her, but once I realized what she wanted to happen I put a stop to it,” he explained.
“But I heard her brag about it to her friends and to anyone else who’d care to listen.”
“It was pride, Ginny. I bruised her ego when I rejected her. Apparently she told her friends and bragged about her prowess in the bedroom to everyone and couldn’t accept the fact that she was turned down.”
“You mean you didn’t…” her voice trailed off when she saw Draco shook his head. Her back straightened when he cupped her face in his hands.
“How can I sleep with a tramp like her after being with the woman I love?”
Ginny lowered her gaze, her cheeks burning from embarrassment. “Now I feel like a cretin,” she admitted.
Draco’s chest slowly rumbled with laughter. He threw his head back and let out a bark of laughter. Ginny glared at the gall of him to laugh at her and was about to chastise him when his head swooped down and his mouth captured hers.
It was a soft, poignant kiss that was a long time in coming. Neither of them was in need of words; the kiss itself spoke for them of their true feelings for each other.
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Epilogue
MOM AND DAD WERE KISSING AGAIN. They seem to have a knack for it, and that’s after how many years of marriage? I still can’t believe the story they told me, of how I was the one who made them see the truth and pointed them in the right direction.
It’s my nineteenth birthday today. My parents went all out celebrating my last year as a teenager. I was surprised when they announced they wanted to throw a big party for me and a hundred or so of my closest friends.
Yeah, like I have close to a hundred friends. Maybe in cousins and siblings I’ll get lucky, but friends? I have a very few selected friends and I’d like to keep it that way. Nevertheless my nineteenth birthday party was thrown at the Burrow with all its additions to the original Burrow (I can’t believe how my relatives mate like rabbits - even my godfather and his wife are at it like rabbits too!).
All in all I love my family. They drive me insane sometimes, but I couldn’t have asked for another one to replace what I have now. Being the eldest of four (soon to be five if my parents won’t stop shagging each other like crazy!) children, and hearing the story of how Mom and Dad were sucked in to the future by a very angry me, then they had to watch me die because they made one very vital mistake when they were younger.
“My love for you was what saved you from being killed right away,” Mom told me during one of our numerous story telling nights. “But it wasn’t enough to keep you alive when that evil man who was your father cast the killing curse on you.”
I can’t believe nineteen years ago I died in the hands of my evil father. It was so surreal. But regardless of everything that Mom told us that happened, once they were back in their own time they made damn sure to patch things up and righted what was wrong. They speculated on what could’ve driven Dad to rejoin forces with Grandfather and the Dark Lord, but whatever those reasons were was irrelevant now considering this future we are all living in. We are still together as a family and we will probably be adding more to this brood Mom and Dad already has.
ORIGINAL REQUEST:
BRIEFLY describe what you'd like to receive: a time travel fic where draco and ginny accidently travel to the future and find it all wrong. THey are not married in the future but they have had children/child. Ginny is dead. Draco is oblivious and apathetic to the world and his child/children. THeir child, boy or girl, or children are in ignore and in the shadows of the world. He/she is very funny and sarcastic, but very hateful of his family. Their child/children is not very close to his or her parents. Similar to the Chris role in Charmed. Ginny and Draco have to save the day, realize they love each other, and their marraige in the past is crucial to the future.
The tone/mood of the fic: they should be happy, at least in the ending
A Theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: The Chris like character(girl or boy) should be not very close to his mother
and when Ginny asks, "What did I do? What did I do to make you hate me so much?" Offspring should say, "You died."
Canon or AU? DOn't care, but canon is better. It'll probably work better for the story
Rating of the the fic you want: again does not matter, but i'd prefer non-NC-17
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): Hermione with Harry.
Author: phoenixrae
Rating: PG-13 for language
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: Minor references to certain events from books 1-6
Summary: A budding romance; a mysterious, anger-filled teenager; a future in tatters. Will they be able to save the day or let the mistakes of the past haunt them in the future?
Author's Note: I loved the season of CHARMED when Chris Perry made an appearance, and I cried in the end when he ‘disappeared’ for the season finale. It’s a challenge to write this fic and using the same story plot in the HP world.
Beta: Special thanks to Maria (aka tigereyes320) for beta-reading this fic for me
( Part 1 )
VI. Uh-oh, They’re Piecing Things Together
DRACO AND GINNY WERE STARTING TO FEEL like they were in some kind of a twilight zone. Everyone around them looked like they were walking on eggshells; Molly Noelle made damn sure to keep her distance from them, and every time they tried questioning the others, they couldn’t get a straight-up answer from any of them.
Ginny’s conversation with Harry about their marriage and why it ended didn’t shed some light into her already confused mind. He did, however, explain to her that their marriage was an unexpected one.
“It wasn’t a love match, Gin,” he explained. “You were in love with someone else and pregnant. I was…well, to say I stopped loving you would’ve been a lie,” he confessed.
“If I was in love with someone else and pregnant with his child, how come we-”
“He was gone long before you found out about the baby,” he cut her off.
Harry explained to her that he married her out of his sense of duty. Her parents were still alive at the time she found out she was expecting, and in order to help her save face for her folks’ sake they had to think fast and said that they were expecting. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley knew about them getting together back in his sixth year and parted ways shortly after when the war between Lord Voldemort and the rest of the wizarding world broke out, but they believed them to be in love still when they announced their plan to get married before the child was born.
“So the child wasn’t Potter’s?” Draco didn’t know whether to be relieved by the news that Molly Noelle wasn’t Ginny’s child with his mortal nemeses or punch the living daylights out of that bastard who knocked Ginny up.
“Nope,” Ginny shook her head. She was seated in the kitchen with Draco yet again one quiet evening. It has been almost a week now since they crash landed into this time and they were no where near finding out a resolution to whatever problem it was that Molly Noelle was supposed to be coming back in time for.
“Did he tell you who the father was?”
“All Harry said was the guy was long gone before I even found out about the baby. I asked him if he knew the father, but he kept on changing the subject.”
“He knew who the bastard was,” Draco slammed his fist on the table, sending some of the things on it to jump and make a clattering sound.
Ginny scolded him with a simple glare.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “I still don’t understand why we’re here, Gin. This is bloody infuriating me,” he admitted.
Ginny gave him a startled look when he used the shortened version of her nickname. Only Harry and close family and friends ever referred to her as ‘Gin’. To hear that name slip out of Draco Malfoy’s mouth as if he was used to saying it was a shock to her.
“Have you talked to Molly Noelle again?” she asked.
“After the last time? No.”
“You weren’t really accommodating when you cornered her in her own room that last time, Malfoy,” she reprimanded.
“Oh please. That brat’s…I know she’s your kid, Gin, but dammit, she’s just very stubborn and vile at times I couldn’t believe Potter and your brothers hasn’t chastised her to oblivion yet with her attitude!”
Ginny was about to defend her future daughter from being verbally abused by this man across from her when suddenly she realized that she too received quite a cold reception from her daughter. She watched Molly Noelle interact with Harry and her brothers and their wives; she was always smiling and charming, always laughing at something until she decided to join in on the fun then things started to change. She’d catch Harry and the others exchange looks when she comes into the room and Molly Noelle happened to be there. She hated the fact that her own flesh and blood was treating her like crap.
* * * * *
MOLLY NOELLE REMAINED HIDDEN IN THE shadows at the doorway leading to the kitchen listening to Ginny and Draco discuss what they’ve learned so far. She didn’t know what she was doing here, hiding in the shadows eavesdropping to their conversation.
Something inside of her yearned to hear her mother’s voice; it has been a very long time since she last heard its sound. If things worked out just fine and they figure out why they were here without them learning too much, then she’d be living a different kind of life right now.
“We have to tell them the truth about who is your real father, Molly,” whispered Harry from behind her.
Molly Noelle jumped at the sound of the man whom she has known as her father right from the day she was born until now. She slowly turned and faced the man with a thunderbolt scar on his forehead.
“I thought you would’ve told her about him.”
“I wanted to, but I wasn’t sure if it will be a wise move.”
“I don’t think it would’ve mattered,” she shrugged. “But we’ll explain to them what caused this future we have right now.”
“When do you want to do it?”
Molly Noelle held her father’s gaze, the only man who wasn’t her flesh and blood but treated her as if she was his own spawn, and contemplated on when they should tell them the necessary information they needed to know to correct what went wrong in the past.
“My birthday’s in two days. I’ll be nineteen then. Let’s tell them on my birthday.”
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VII. Uh-oh, the Moment of Truth
ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS, MOLLY?” asked a very anxious Hermione when she managed to corner Molly Noelle before entering the kitchen where everyone was gathered ready to partake in her birthday dinner.
Molly Noelle met her aunt’s worried brown eyes and smiled encouragingly at her. “It’s now or never, Aunt Hermione. Besides, I’ll only be telling them what they needed to know. Hopefully that will be enough information for them to be returned back to their time and right what went wrong.”
Hermione didn’t sound convinced about this whole idea of hers, but she nodded in agreement anyway and preceded her from entering the kitchen.
Molly Noelle took her time from entering. She did her breathing exercise, mentally going through how she was going to bring up the subject about Ginny and Draco’s presence in this time.
She’ll make the announcement after she blew the candles off the cake. She was certain her uncles and aunts would ask her to make a speech; she’d do it then.
* * * * *
GINNY COULDN’T HELP BUT GRIN FROM ear to ear as she watched her daughter blow out all nineteen candles on her homemade birthday cake. Hermione commissioned her help in making her daughter’s birthday cake (“Let’s make this one a memorable cake for Molly since she hasn’t had any homemade cakes made by you since she turned two.”).
“Speech! Speech! Speech!” cheered the younger generations of Weasleys and Potters to their eldest cousin and sibling.
Molly Noelle chuckled as she gazed lovingly at each family member. Ginny, however, felt a slight pang inside when Molly Noelle avoided turning to her and Draco’s direction. She looked at everyone present lovingly, but once her gaze neared where she and Draco were seated, her expression changed to something she couldn’t quite fathom, and nothing but chill filled Ginny, making her shiver seated beside Draco.
“Are you okay?” Draco leaned in closer to her, his hand covering hers and clasping it.
Ginny was surprised at the tender act, especially from him who treated her like nothing even after he made a fool of her. But the look in her eyes told her he was genuinely concerned. It touched her to know that after all was said and done, Draco Malfoy wasn’t really a complete prat.
“I’m fine. I’m just…she’s not really warming up to me, you know?” she whispered.
Draco took a quick glance at the birthday celebrant then back at the redhead seated beside him. He gave her hand another reassuring squeeze. “I don’t know what kind of resentment she has against you. I understand her hating my guts because, hey, I am not really a welcome guest amongst your siblings, but her hating your guts too is baffling me,” he admitted.
* * * * *
MOLLY NOELLE WATCHED FROM THE corner of her eye the tender moment her mother and Draco Malfoy were having. His hand on Ginny’s hand, clenching it tightly, didn’t go amiss to Molly Noelle either. They may not know it, but they sure looked like a couple right at this very moment. It sparked a tiny bit of hope inside her that maybe - just maybe - she’d get that family she always wanted if everything went according to plan.
She started off by thanking everyone who was present for her party. She goofed around a bit, teasing her cousins that their gifts to her better be something she’d use and not discard. She timed her speech well. She was nearing the end of it when she turned to the couple seated to her left.
“Ginny and Draco,” she began, her throat constricting as she spoke their names. “I know you two are still as confused as the night I summoned you both to this time. Tonight, however, I hope to be able to shed some light to your plight and help you get back to your own time.”
Molly Noelle paused, looked across the room and met the familiar green eyes that belonged to the only man she knew as her father. She needed his strength right now to help her through this.
Harry nodded his head in encouragement, his green eyes sending silent words of encouragement to her.
“Something happened in your time that resulted in us living this kind of wretched life right now,” she began, feeling a lump forming at the base of her throat and slowly making its way upward. She paused, composed herself and took a deep, calming breath. She met the blond haired man’s gaze, his silver gray eyes the same as hers and willed him to understand what she was silently trying to convey. “You turned on those who counted on you the most. Everyone thought you’ve changed, but at the first chance you got you went back and told daddy everything the side of good was protecting, even the place where everybody thought they were safe from prying eyes was revealed to your damn master,” she accused.
“What are you talking about? I’ll never go back to serving that blasted serpent!” Draco denied.
“You say that now, but look at what’s happened to us now,” Molly Noelle pointed out. “You’ll betray everyone. After all, you already betrayed that woman seated beside you, who’s to say you won’t do it again?” she challenged.
“I did not betray Ginny!” Draco practically yelled at the young woman glaring down at him. He would’ve lunged at her too if it hadn’t been for Ginny pulling him back.
“You slept with Parkinson after you slept with the woman whom you claimed to love and will love for all eternity. Now what kind of a man does that make you, huh, Draco Malfoy?”
Draco was at a loss for words. He could only stare at the young woman who looked so much like Ginny, but the tenacity he was sensing from her wasn’t the kind that belonged to a Weasley or to a Potter either. It was a familiar vibe, something he was very accustomed to feeling.
Feeling the air crackle with tension, the mothers sent the children to their rooms with a promise of cake and sweets afterwards. The elder ones were told to look after the little ones and cast a silencing charm in the kitchen to prevent potential eavesdroppers to listen in on the adult conversation.
Molly Noelle counted one to five until she was calm enough to speak without yelling at the man responsible for this life she was blessed with. “You should’ve thought better before jumping from one bed to another,” she goaded.
Ginny’s heard enough. Proud as she was of her daughter for surviving on her own without her mother and her father present (she had to thank Harry for taking good care of her daughter on her behalf), she doesn’t particularly like hearing someone bad mouth and put all the blame on Draco. Molly Noelle had a point of questioning Draco’s fidelity after what happened between them, but now the young woman was bordering on being rude.
“That’s enough, young lady!” Ginny scolded, her brown eyes shooting daggers while suppressing her anger. “We are young. We have our ups and downs, it’s all part of growing up. Nobody’s perfect, and when I got together with Draco I knew he wasn’t perfect either. We learn from our mistakes, Molly Noelle.”
Molly Noelle met her mother’s gaze. She jutted her chin to the air and looked down her nose at the angry redhead seated beside the bleached blond young man.
“You never really learned from the mistakes you made, Ginny Weasley,” she dead panned before walking out of the kitchen.
Everyone was silent after they heard the kitchen door slam shut. Ginny looked crestfallen where she sat, her hand still entwined with a very angry Draco. Everyone else at the table was looking at them. It was Harry who broke the silence.
“This is all just too much for her,” he excused his daughter’s behaviour, but he knew Molly Noelle’s actions already caused a drift between her and her estranged mother.
“She hates me,” Ginny said to no one in particular, her eyes focused on the table in front of her.
“She doesn’t hate you, Gin,” Draco reassured her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
Ginny lifted her gaze and met his, a small smile hovering over her lips. “How can you be sure? She resented the choices I made.”
“I know what hate is,” he reassured her. “And your daughter hates me a lot. Now I don’t know what kind of choices you made or will be making, but nobody can really predict the future, can they?”
“Unless you’re a seer, nobody can.”
“Why don’t you talk to her,” he cajoled. “I have a feeling our purpose for being here isn’t over yet. There’s still some unfinished business between you and your future daughter that needs to be settled.”
Ginny studied his face for the longest time. She couldn’t believe that just a few days ago she was seething with anger when she found out that he slept with Pansy Parkinson, but right now she was seeing a side of him that she knew she wouldn’t have seen if they hadn’t been thrown in this time warp zone.
Lifting her hand, she cupped the side of his face, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb.
“It’s this side of you - the caring, understanding side - that I fell in love with,” she admitted.
Draco felt a lump in his throat after hearing those words. He lifted his hand and wrapped it around the wrist of the hand cupping his face. He turned his face towards her palm and planted a kiss in the center of it.
“Go talk to your daughter and let’s get the hell out of here.”
Ginny smiled and got up. She turned to everyone else present and watching them. She didn’t realize they had an audience until she turned to them. She felt a couple of red spots taint her cheeks, but what can she do? She was a woman in love and in dire need of straightening a strained relationship with her future daughter.
“You all know where to find me,” she announced and walked out of the kitchen to the back door where Molly Noelle took off to.
* * * * *
GINNY FOUND HER DAUGHTER on the swing pushing herself back and forth gently. She was leaning against the chain handle, her eyes focused on the ground. She approached the strawberry-blond haired young woman quietly, pausing right in front of her and waited until her presence was acknowledged.
“You’re still here? Who sent you out here?” Molly Noelle demanded after a while of pretending she wasn’t seeing her.
“No one,” she lied.
Molly Noelle snorted. “I betcha your boyfriend cajoled you to make peace with me.”
“So what if he did? Is that a problem?” Ginny didn’t even flinch when she unwittingly admitted that she and Draco were together.
“There’s nothing you can do in this time.”
“Molly Noelle-”
“You two were already told what happened. It’s up to the two of you to change it or avoid it from happening.” She sounded cold and distant. Ginny couldn’t help but feel her heart break.
“What did I do?” She asked trying to catch her daughter’s gaze. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?”
“I already told you, there’s nothing you can
do,” Molly Noelle repeated.
“I want to know,” Ginny demanded. “I want to know what I did so I can learn from whatever mistake it was that I did,” she pleaded.
Molly Noelle got up from the swing and walked past Ginny back to the direction of the house. She heard Ginny’s footsteps and her hand on her wrist, pulling her around to face her.
“Molly Noelle, tell me what I did,” she insisted.
“What difference will it make?” Molly Noelle spoke through gritted teeth, her eyes brimming with tears threatening to fall. “You died. You just…gave up. If it hadn’t been for Harry, I wouldn’t be here either. After your one-time lover betrayed you and left you, then later on you found out he’s left a little something of him in you, you became a wreck. Harry helped you pull through and offered marriage to help save your face from your parents and brothers. You were never really happy with Harry. You were content and I felt sorry for him for loving you the way he did when you were nothing but a wretched shell of the woman you once were!” Tears started streaming down her cheeks as she spoke, her gray eyes mirroring the pain and suffering she went through her entire nineteen years of living. “You managed to bring me to this world, but you never even tried holding me after I was born. One look at me and you saw his face. Harry told me how you cried yourself to sleep after you gave birth to me, and to top it all off you never bothered to acknowledge me, except to give me my name.
“You named me ‘Molly’ after your mother whom you love so much. You gave me my second name to represent your lover’s mother’s initial. Other than that, Harry was the one who brought me up. Then one day, shortly after I turned one, Harry and I came home from a fishing expedition and found you dead. You used the killing curse on yourself.”
“No,” Ginny denied. “You’re wrong. I would never kill myself. I am not that weak. We Weasleys aren’t weaklings. We’re fighters!” she insisted.
“But you weren’t a fighter then. You’ve lost the fight in you. You managed to stick around for a year then it became all too much for you.”
“Molly, listen to me,” Ginny held her daughter by her upper arms and forced her to meet her gaze. “I don’t know what kind of hell I went through shortly after giving birth to you, but taking my life is never an option for me. I’d sacrifice my life for those I love. You have to believe me,” she pleaded.
“Believe her, Potter,” snarled a familiar male voice hidden in the shadows.
Both women turned at the sound of that voice. It was an older, more mature version of the voice of the man seated in the family kitchen right at this very moment.
“What are you doing here?” demanded Ginny, pushing Molly Noelle behind her and out of harm’s way.
A forty-two-year-old Draco Malfoy stepped out of the shadows and revealed himself to the two women. He matured quite gracefully and was almost a spitting image of his father.
“I heard there was a party going on so I came to investigate,” he answered simply.
Ginny had her wand out in no time and was aiming it at the menacing man advancing towards them.
“Stay the hell away from us. I don’t know who you are or what you’ve become, Malfoy, but you are not going to touch my daughter or any one of my family!”
* * * * *
DRACO SUDDENLY FELT LIKE SOMEONE JUST WALKED over his grave. Harry and the rest of the Weasleys just informed him of who Molly Noelle’s real father was. His former nemeses felt obliged to at least clue him in on who that bastard was that knocked Ginny up and left her to go through her pregnancy alone.
“Something’s not right,” Draco announced.
“Of course nothing’s right!” agreed Luna. “You cheated on Ginny and went back to join your father and that damn Dark Lord!”
Draco shot her a glare that could’ve skewered a wild boar and that instantly shut an outspoken Luna up.
“I’m not talking about that. Something’s wrong outside.”
“What are you talking about?” Percy got up from his seat and turned to look at the backyard where Ginny and Molly Noelle were. “Oh my God,” his jaw dropped when he saw the scene unfolding outside.
Everyone was up and out of their seats in no time and looked out the window.
“Dammit, that’s the older me and Ginny’s wand is out,” hissed Draco and tried pushing people out of his way. “Let me through, dammit! I got to save my family!”
* * * * *
STAY AWAY, DAMMIT!” GINNY DEMANDED as she and Molly Noelle backed away from the menacing future Draco Malfoy looking at them like they were a pair of primed prey.
“Aaaah, I see that you still got that same fire in you when it comes to protecting your family, Weaslette,” he taunted. “You also put up quite a fight the last time we met face to face and I demanded you give up Potter and his kid.”
“What?” Molly Noelle’s eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at what this villain just alluded to. “You killed my mother?”
Draco paused and looked at the younger redhead hidden behind his former flame. “Don’t act surprised, Potter. You didn’t really buy that crap your father and uncles fed you, did you?”
Molly Noelle was having a hard time processing this new discovery to the truth behind her mother’s untimely death. She couldn’t help but loathe the man even more. How could someone who held her mother’s hand inside their kitchen just minutes ago so lovingly become this vile? What happened to the young Draco inside the Burrow right now and to this man standing before them?
“Why? Why did you have to kill her?” she demanded.
“For sport,” was his nonchalant reply.
“You bastard!” Molly Noelle whipped her wand out and in a flash stepped away from behind Ginny, her wand at the ready to cast the killing curse on the man responsible for her wretched life, but Draco proved to be a whole lot faster and anticipated this move.
Everything happened in a flash. Ginny’s alarmed scream mingled with a younger Draco’s scream as he raced out of the kitchen to come to their rescue. Both their eyes widened when they saw the familiar green light shoot out of the older Draco’s wand aimed at the spunky young redhead.
Both father and daughter were thrown back after the curse was cast. Harry and the other Weasley men surrounded the fallen Malfoy and quickly put a full body bind spell on him.
“Molly!” Ginny and the younger Draco ran to where their daughter landed. Draco slid on the semi-damp ground, pulling his daughter on to his lap. He quickly felt for a pulse and found it, but it was a faint one. Ginny knelt on the ground across from Draco and pushed away the young girl’s hair out of her face.
“Stupid girl,” scolded Draco as he cradled his daughter’s limp body. “Why did you have to let your temper get the best of you,” he was crying now as he looked down at the young woman in his arms.
Molly Noelle slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurred, but she could make out the two faces looking down at her. Her parents. She let out a small smile.
“Molly, honey, just hang on, alright? We’ll get you to the hospital right away,” Ginny promised as she held her daughter’s hand.
“There’s no need to do that.”
“What are you talking about? You’re lucky you survived the killing curse, young lady,” Draco scolded.
“Barely,” Molly Noelle replied weakly.
“Don’t say that,” it was Ginny who scolded her this time.
The dying young woman chuckled. “You always were the positive one…Mom.”
“Oh Molly,” Ginny cupped the young woman’s cheek.
Molly Noelle turned her head towards her hand and planted a kiss on it, the same way Draco planted a loving kiss on Ginny’s hand earlier before she came out here to talk to her daughter.
“Thanks for saving my life - again. I love you. I always loved you,” she smiled at Ginny before turning her head towards Draco. “I don’t really hate you, Dad. It’s the man you’ve become that I hate. Love Mom, and take good care of her,” she said with a hitched breath before her entire
body went limp.
“Molly? Molly!” Ginny started shaking her awake, not believing that after all they did it cost them their daughter’s life. “No!” Ginny threw herself on her daughter’s limp body, crying anguished tears.
Draco gripped his daughter’s body tightly and threw his arm around Ginny, the two of them mourning the loss of the daughter.
Harry and the rest of the Weasley boys stood guard, their heads bowed as they sent a silent prayer for their departed niece and daughter. When they lifted their heads they couldn’t quite believe their eyes when they saw the young Draco and Ginny disappearing before their very eyes.
“They went back now,” announced Hermione as she and the other wives walked up to where their husbands stood.
“I just wished they didn’t have to see their daughter killed,” Luna turned and cried against her husband’s chest.
“What are we going to do with this one?” Fred asked his foot propped on top of Malfoy’s stomach.
Everyone turned to their prisoner.
“Let’s give him up to the Ministry and let him live the rest of his life in prison,” said Harry.
“Can’t we just kill him?” asked George.
“No. That would be too humane of us if we did,” it was Ron who answered it wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulders.
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VIII. Uh-oh, Looks Like a Different Future…
DRACO FOUND GINNY SEATED ON A BOULDER by the lake late Sunday afternoon. They had just been released from the infirmary the day before after suffering minor head wounds caused by the whirlpool that appeared out of nowhere and turned Hogwarts upside down. According to the people who tended to them, something large hit them in the head and rendered them unconscious for almost forty-eight hours. Draco and Ginny couldn’t believe people’s claim, but they were both lying in a hospital bed when they woke up.
“Are you thinking about her?” he asked when he was close enough to her.
“She worked so hard to see a different future, but now…” her voice trailed off as she remembered the lifeless body, the hand that turned cold as the feisty young woman died fighting for a better future for herself and her family.
Draco didn’t hesitate and crossed the space separating them. He wrapped his arms around the crying redhead, turning her to face him. Ginny responded to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face against his chest.
“We know better now, Gin,” he reassured her.
“Molly Noelle taught us that,” he added.
“But we lost her, Draco,” she mumbled against his chest.
Draco gently pulled her away from his embrace. He chucked his thumb and forefinger under her chin and made her meet his gaze.
“We didn’t lose her, Ginny. That was the future. We are living in the now, and we can change that future,” he promised her.
“How can we? I don’t know what drove you back to join your father’s side. And there’s still that fact that you slept with Pansy.”
Draco paused at that. He couldn’t, for the life of him, fathom his future self’s reasons for rejoining forces with the Dark Lord, but he knew better now. He loved Ginny more than he ever imagined he could. He’d risk his own life for her, not take it away to extract revenge.
When Ginny told him what happened to her and who killed her, Draco couldn’t believe it. He was aghast and in denial. How could he murder the woman he loved?
“Parkinson meant nothing to me, Ginny.”
“But you still slept with her after you and I got together.”
“I didn’t sleep with her,” he confessed. “She tried to get me into bed with her. She seduced me and got me to kiss her, but once I realized what she wanted to happen I put a stop to it,” he explained.
“But I heard her brag about it to her friends and to anyone else who’d care to listen.”
“It was pride, Ginny. I bruised her ego when I rejected her. Apparently she told her friends and bragged about her prowess in the bedroom to everyone and couldn’t accept the fact that she was turned down.”
“You mean you didn’t…” her voice trailed off when she saw Draco shook his head. Her back straightened when he cupped her face in his hands.
“How can I sleep with a tramp like her after being with the woman I love?”
Ginny lowered her gaze, her cheeks burning from embarrassment. “Now I feel like a cretin,” she admitted.
Draco’s chest slowly rumbled with laughter. He threw his head back and let out a bark of laughter. Ginny glared at the gall of him to laugh at her and was about to chastise him when his head swooped down and his mouth captured hers.
It was a soft, poignant kiss that was a long time in coming. Neither of them was in need of words; the kiss itself spoke for them of their true feelings for each other.
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Epilogue
MOM AND DAD WERE KISSING AGAIN. They seem to have a knack for it, and that’s after how many years of marriage? I still can’t believe the story they told me, of how I was the one who made them see the truth and pointed them in the right direction.
It’s my nineteenth birthday today. My parents went all out celebrating my last year as a teenager. I was surprised when they announced they wanted to throw a big party for me and a hundred or so of my closest friends.
Yeah, like I have close to a hundred friends. Maybe in cousins and siblings I’ll get lucky, but friends? I have a very few selected friends and I’d like to keep it that way. Nevertheless my nineteenth birthday party was thrown at the Burrow with all its additions to the original Burrow (I can’t believe how my relatives mate like rabbits - even my godfather and his wife are at it like rabbits too!).
All in all I love my family. They drive me insane sometimes, but I couldn’t have asked for another one to replace what I have now. Being the eldest of four (soon to be five if my parents won’t stop shagging each other like crazy!) children, and hearing the story of how Mom and Dad were sucked in to the future by a very angry me, then they had to watch me die because they made one very vital mistake when they were younger.
“My love for you was what saved you from being killed right away,” Mom told me during one of our numerous story telling nights. “But it wasn’t enough to keep you alive when that evil man who was your father cast the killing curse on you.”
I can’t believe nineteen years ago I died in the hands of my evil father. It was so surreal. But regardless of everything that Mom told us that happened, once they were back in their own time they made damn sure to patch things up and righted what was wrong. They speculated on what could’ve driven Dad to rejoin forces with Grandfather and the Dark Lord, but whatever those reasons were was irrelevant now considering this future we are all living in. We are still together as a family and we will probably be adding more to this brood Mom and Dad already has.
ORIGINAL REQUEST:
BRIEFLY describe what you'd like to receive: a time travel fic where draco and ginny accidently travel to the future and find it all wrong. THey are not married in the future but they have had children/child. Ginny is dead. Draco is oblivious and apathetic to the world and his child/children. THeir child, boy or girl, or children are in ignore and in the shadows of the world. He/she is very funny and sarcastic, but very hateful of his family. Their child/children is not very close to his or her parents. Similar to the Chris role in Charmed. Ginny and Draco have to save the day, realize they love each other, and their marraige in the past is crucial to the future.
The tone/mood of the fic: they should be happy, at least in the ending
A Theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: The Chris like character(girl or boy) should be not very close to his mother
and when Ginny asks, "What did I do? What did I do to make you hate me so much?" Offspring should say, "You died."
Canon or AU? DOn't care, but canon is better. It'll probably work better for the story
Rating of the the fic you want: again does not matter, but i'd prefer non-NC-17
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): Hermione with Harry.