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May Dreams Save Us All
By: Dranius
EPILOGUE
Two years later...
"May his memory stay with us for ever, as we reunite on the anniversary of his death."
The dark crowd stood silently, walking over to the large marble slab in a long procession; each person lovingly laying a single white rose on it. A great man had died. But he had died with the Great War. On the night the world was freed of its greatest enemy, it was also deprived of one of its greatest benefactors.
"She could have come..." muttered Chris, nervously sliding a hand under his collar to release the pressure of his tie. Wolf reached up and swatted his and away. As usual, the reception that always followed the commemorations of Dumbledor's death was splendid.
"I agree." grumbled Ron with a frown. He didn't frown long, since the bundle in his arm gurgled something close to 'Ghreroa' but that Ronald instantly took as something else. "See? Even Amy is asking after Ginevra. Ain't you Amy? Ain't you Amy? A couchy couchy coooooo!"
"Ron stop baby talking her. She could end up with your IQ and we don't want that happening." drawled Pansy, resting her back against Harry as he stood behind her, resting his hands on her very pregnant belly. "Or worst..." said the dark haired man "It could be contagious and affect my little girl."
"Boy." corrected Pansy.
"Girl." answered Harry. They shared a look, they eyes narrowing playfully.
The other adults rolled their eyes as the young couple argued. "So...how are Ethan and his young wife?" asked Vincent, gently squeezing Lavander's hand, trying to ignore fact that one of his children had just thrown a dessert in Snape's face. A very creamy desert by the look of it.
"Honey moon." answered Susan Goyle née Bones, she too so pregnant she looked about to burst.
There was a cracking noise from the apparition zone and Hermione bustled in, strangely underdressed in her simple black robes surrounded by a crowd wearing only muggle evening gowns. "Oh! So the Headmistress shows up as last!" cooed Luna as Blase smirked, spotting the trademark expression Hermione was wearing. That expression only mean one thing. Hermione's following yell confirmed his suspicions: "I'm gonna kill that Malfoy!"
She harshly kissed Ron hello, but softened fast, breaking the kiss and gently saying hello to her daughter. "Is Ginny here? And Draco? He'd better, his son is driving me crazy!"
There was a short silence. Hermione closed her eyes. As usual, Ginny and her husband were never where they were expected to be.
Like the night they had defeated Voldemort. There was one reason Voldermort was destroyed. And it was them. Harry had only described that night once and the magical record of this conversation was kept preciously in the Departement of mysteries.
"The moment they frosted over, I felt them enter my body." had said the blood covered Harry just after he'd aparated in the ministry straight after the raid. "and I felt it. Them, I mean. Their feelings. The love they felt for each other. I felt them... It was magical. And then they spoke to me, telling me exactly what to do. That Voldermort was only a dead memory, something like a super dementor that fed on mysticism and old fears. They said is was old and very dark magic. I did what they told be to do. We won. It's all over now... All over..."
Back at the time, the popular opinion had been to get rid of all death eaters with no regards for their actions, but Harry and the others had worked hard for those who were worth it. Lives had been saved and rebuilt since. Many had died, but a new generation was afoot.
And it seemed the most illustrious couple of the Great War had vanished...yet again. Hermione couldn't help but smile, along with all those who knew Draco and Ginny. They guessed the couple was most likely in a room somewhere, most probably wearing as litle clothes as they had exiting their mothers womb.
"Why do we always end up like this?" asked Ginny as she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, panting. Draco smirked, stretching like a cat next to her, but not bothering to get up. "I mean..." continued the redhead, twisting her head to look over her shoulder. "We were almost in the apparition room this time." The blond man twisted his head to look in the same direction as her before answering:
"Don't blame me for the manor being so big. My ancestors built it."
Ginny sighed, looking back at the ceiling, searching for her underwear with her foot, too lazy to sit up or look around for it properly. "Draco, It's not about the size of the house! It took us three hours to get from our room to here! That's only 20 meters! I had to get dressed four times and it took us twenty minutes to find that tie of yours!"
Draco laughed, sounding very smug as he said "The tie you ripped of my neck, vixen."
Ginny slung her arm out and slapped him in the chest. "We're just lucky Lex is at Hogwarts. Anyone could come any moment to see if we're still coming."
"At least we can now rest assured it won't be your brother." rumbled the pale man. Ginny winced at the memory of her brother walking in on them having sex in the middle of the hall, yelling they were two hours late for the diner party before stopping dead and fainting. The next week he spent mopping around and begging his wife to erase his memory or gorge his eyes out.
Draco suddenly reached over and caught her waist, pulling Ginny smugly against him. "Now Draco I'm warning you-"
"I love you my wife." muttered the man, cutting her off and burying his face in the crook of her shoulder. Giny's voice dies in her throat while she hugged him. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Ginny spoke again.
"Okay...where are we going this time?" she growled softly. Draco smirked faintly. The woman knew him too well. "Krakatoa." answered Draco. "Human sacrificed again." Ginny sighed dramatically as they both stood up and started putting they clothes on. "Do you suppose we could leave for the mission now?" asked Draco, hope transpiring through his voice. The young man finished doing his tie and turned to arrange his wife's hair. "Are you joking?" she asked. "If we don't go, Hermione will have our heads."
Standing in the aparation booth, they shared an amused look: "Funny how we're more scared of your brother's wife than a bunch of dark wizards." muttered Draco.
"And I'm sure Lex would have come up with something interesting this week also." answered Ginny.
"And I'm sure she'll complain about it for hours. Not mentioning all those pregnant women. Mood Swings."
"Diapers."
"Baby talk."
"Unwanted attention."
The couple shared a new look, eyes widening in realization. "You get the weapons, muggle passports and get us a clearance, I do the suitcases." said Ginny, rushing towards the stairs.
"Done. Meet here in ten." said Draco, rushing in the opposite direction.
Fifteen minutes later, Hermione apparated at Malfoy Manor, looking quite angry, only to find a note pinned on the door, she snatched it and unfolded the paper, her eyes narrowing as she read Draco's neat script. "Will they ever grow up?" she hissed before spinning around, vanishing with a snap.
The paper fluttered in the wind, detaching itself from the door and landing open on the floor. The script seemed to shimmer then...fade.
"Till next time, suckers!
-G. & D. Malfoy "
END
Author's Note.
I must admit I've had this written for over a year now, but I couldn't find the courage to conclude this story. It's my little baby, it's rather ugly, but it's a story I've come to love with all my heart. I chose the title "May Dreams Save Us All" because without Dumbledor's Dreams, nothing would have been possible. Just so, I've written this story o try to express that without our dreams and our hopes, there is no light in the dark and that yes indeed, our 'dreams' will save us and give us a 'happy end'.
Thank you, dear readers for all your help and encouragements and support.
And…. May Dreams save us all.
-Dranius