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Hogwarts is left in shambles, utter ruins. Without Dumbledore's strong hand to guide it, our beautiful school has fallen into the hands of evil before being released by Harry Potter and many other brave students alongside of Ministry officials, Aurors, and adults. I, Rita Skeeter, felt compelled to be the first to tell this story.

After a little bit of digging and searching I was able to contact Minerva McGonagall, a woman with little accomplishments, who is now the new Headmistress after the death of Dumbledore. Talking with her led me to believe that reconstruction of the school is already under way, something that surely the public should have known. I'm sure parents of Hogwarts age children will be very interested in knowing what will become of their children's education.

A ministry worked, who wished to remain anonymous, said that students should be returning to school sooner than previously thought and that seventh year graduation will not be pushed back by more than a few months.

Notice how he did not say they would be returning to Hogwarts, however. Students will be returning to school. What will become of our lovely school? What is the ministry so desperate to hide from the school that they won't allow it to be released as of yet?

The death toll has finally been marked at seventy-three, which includes twenty-six students, thirty-two adults and ministry officials, fourteen Death Eaters, and one Auror. The devastation is unbelievable. Twelve Death Eaters were also captured and will soon be taken to trial for war crimes. Hogwarts has been left in shambles. The ministry and staff of the school are resisting any owls and questioning on the matter.

Surely light will be shown on this tragic event soon.

After the mysterious disappearance of You-Know-Who during the battle at Hogwarts, many wizarding scientists have flocked to the grounds of Hogwarts. Their findings? He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named used a very rare form of ancient magic to transport himself out of the grounds.

Officials explanations of this magic are lengthy and complicated but a slightly easier version was finally unearthed by a young scientist, Adam Wolfe. The spell involved in this magic is different from apparition and was not included in the protective walls of Hogwarts. This magic has not been used in many generations and did not seem to be a threat.

The spell is called Tessavera. It is an unspoken spell that can transport the user anywhere in the world that they would like. Concentration is very important here. Much like apparition, if done improperly the consequences can be dire, if not fatal. Splinching would very likely if someone could not concentrate hard enough on the spot in which they wanted to go to.

This now leaves the question, how did You-Know-Who concentrate so well in the heat of battle. Wolfe had this to say, "You-Know-Who is one of the most powerful wizards of our time. His magical prowess would be enviable if he were not using his powers for evil. My best guess? He has been using this magic for a very long time and has mastered using it in stressful situations."

My own personal research has brought up no information on this magic. If this kind of magic was considered dark or taboo it was not mentioned in any of my interviews. Is the ministry hiding something yet again?

Draco set the newspaper back down on the table and sighed deeply. The Tessavera spell was very ancient but he had once heard his father speak of it. It was more common among purebloods because the spell was passed through generations rather than placed in textbooks. He could remember, distantly, his parents mentioning some great-great-great-grandparent of another who had been the last Malfoy or Black to use the magic. Of course, now that it had mostly died out information was rare to come by.

The grandfather clock in the corner ticked slowly. He leaned his back and closed his eyes. The house was so quiet.

There had been an Order the evening before to discuss the reconstruction of Hogwarts. Draco had volunteered immediately. So had hundreds of other witches and wizards around the country. There was also a rumor that foreign wizarding ministries were going to send people to help rebuild the school.

It gave Draco a sense of fulfillment when he thought about helping to fix what his father had helped destroy. The past week since his mother's funeral had been very difficult on him, but he survived. He had also started to do some digging of his own. The need to know who had murdered his mother was burning in his mind. Surely, his mother, the most graceful woman he had ever met, did not simply fall into the lake on her own accord. Foul play was present.

With the ministry so busy, however, they offered him little help and had marked his mother off as a casualty of war.

Draco knew better though. He had a vengeance and was ready to unleash it.

Upstairs, Hermione and Ginny were laying out on the floor with Dylan and Sofia coloring with crayons and markers on a coloring book that Ginny had bought for Christmas.

"This is so boring!" Dylan flopped himself back onto the floor.

"Deeyan!" Sofia screamed her brother's name and threw a crayon at him, encouraging him to color with her.

"I don't want to color anymore, mummy." Dylan grumbled.

Hermione sighed inwardly and gave him a small smile while Sofia handed out new crayons to everyone and took back the ones they had.

"So you and Malfoy?" Ginny inquired, grinning at Hermione.

The brunette shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose."

"You suppose? Hermione you professed your love for him out loud last night in front of everybody."

"I don't really want to talk about it though."

"Not even to me? I thought we were best friends."

Hermione sighed defeated. "What is there to know?"

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"How long have you supposedly been in love with Malfoy?"

Hermione say up straight and set her crayons down, "I don't know really. A few days? It just feels right, you know? We really said it for the first time while we were imprisoned in the dungeons. I can't explain it."

"I see." Nodding her head, Ginny slowly guided a crayon away from Sofia's mouth.

She raised an eyebrow, "You're apprehensive, aren't you?"

"Can you blame me? I mean I knew that something was going on a long time ago. You don't just spend nearly every hour of the day with a person without developing some types of feelings. I can say that I never thought it would turn into something serious though."

"I wouldn't call it serious, not really."

"Does he think the same about you?"

"He says he does." Hermione whispered.

"He's told you so or are you making a guess?"

Hermione felt a little offended, "He told me he loved me, of course."

A twinkle was visible in Ginny's eyes, "And do you trust him?"

After thinking for a moment, Hermione replied softly, "Yes."

"Then I would say that it is a serious relationship. Have you thought about the future yet?"

Hermione shook her head vigorously. "Not at all. McGonagall told me that I would be able to ahem, take guardianship after I graduate but...I'm not sure that is a smart decision. I'm only eighteen. I want to have a normal life. I want to make something of myself, you know?"

"How many girls are mothers of two at eighteen?"

Both girls snorted at the question, "Futureless girls who plan on never making it anywhere." Hermione muttered under her breath.

She sighed and leaned against the wall behind her, "At the same time, I can't imagine not having these two with me all the time every day."

"There is always open adoption. I've heard of those before from someone, oh who did I hear that from? Well, it doesn't matter but I'm sure you could work out some type of agreement where you could still be a part of their lives but not be a parent. Have you talked to Draco?"

"No, it hasn't come up but I can't imagine him wanting to go through with adoption."

"You can't be sure until you ask."

"Mum!" Dylan whined, dragging out the 'u'. "How much longer do we have to color? I want to go outside!"

Hermione looked down at the small boy and ruffled his hair. She planted a small kiss on his forehead. "Go down into the dining room and find your dad. He will take you outside and maybe play on the toy broomstick that Remus bought you."

Grinning, the boy tore out the room, screaming at the top of his lungs for Draco. Sofia's face broke out in a yawn.

"Ready for a nap?" Hermione asked the small girl.

The baby shook her head vigorously. Hermione nodded her head. "I'll put her in her crib." Ginny offered.

Standing up, the redhead picked Sofia off the ground and held her tightly as the baby struggled in her arms. "Her cup is on the table over there," Hermione pointed, "It helps her fall asleep."

Ginny nodded and disappeared into the other room. Hermione picked up the crayons and coloring book off of the floor and set them up on a table. She collapsed onto the couch and was soon joined by Ginny. Sofia was crying in the other room but would soon fall silent in her slumber.

"Any good gossip for me? I've been so busy since September I haven't been able to really keep up with you. Any boys?"

The redhead shook her head, "No. Not one."


She laughed, "He's too preoccupied with the whole 'save the world' thing to have time for a girlfriend." They both silent for a long time, thinking over Harry's task, "I couldn't stop thinking about Blaise for so long. Now I just feel stupid. How could I have ever thought that he was even slightly charming?"

"He had us all fooled, Gin. I thought he was a good guy, too." She whispered.

Her red hair flew around her face, "Hermione, I had a relationship with the guy. I thought I might have finally found someone who could make me happy, like really happy. He made me forget about Harry."

"I'm sorry, Gin." The two embraced each other gently. "I wouldn't give up on Harry though. I've seen the way he looks at you."

"I have too, but..." Her voice trailed off, "I guess I'm sort of looking for something a little more immediate and a lot more permanent. What if he defeats Voldemort but then someone else rises up as evil as Voldemort and he feels like he has to run off and save the world?"

Hermione smiled, "I don't think that's possible. I think once you have settled down with him he will see things differently. Harry has never had a romantic relationship that ever really worked out for him. I mean look at Cho. She was insane. She saw me as her primary competition and that was enough to tear them apart. But you, you're different Ginny."

The redhead smiled, blissful. She leaned her head on Hermione, "Thanks, Hermione. Now all we have to deal with is Ron!"

Both girls fell into a fit of giggles.

"The possibility is very good. He has been very...accepting lately. He told me that if Draco makes me happy then he wants us to be together. Can you believe that?"

"No way! He would never say that! Was he under the influence of anything?"

"Fear of death?" Hermione shrugged her shoulders, "He told me during the battle and if he can handle that then you being with his best mate should be as easy as eating for him!"

Again, they rolled on the couch in laughter. The mood was greatly lightened from the previous topic. It was almost like all the bad in the world was gone. There was no Voldemort. There was no death. There weren't people fearing for their lives while Voldemort raged on. They were just two teenage girls worrying about teenage problems. The world was right for the moment.

"Where are you going?" Hermione muttered, half asleep as she sat up in bed. The sun had barely crept over the horizon outside.

Draco pulled on his pants that he had just dug out of his dresser and returned to the bed. "I'm going to go see a man today. He performed an autopsy on my mother for me. Hopefully he'll have some answers into her death."

She frowned, "Draco, I know you are very upset about this but don't you think you're taking it a little far? Solving the mystery won't bring her back."

He nodded and leaned in for a kiss, "But it will help to heal my wounds." He whispered back to her before he got up to finish getting ready.

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I really enjoyed writing it. I'm going to try and update a few more times before school starts and updates become next to impossible. Maybe this story will even be finished by then! We are getting pretty close to the end now. I don't have an actual number of chapters left but I promise to try and finish them soon. :) Don't forget to leave a review, I love them!

15 August 2009: The mailing list is unavailable at the moment. I can't figure out why, but for some reason the e-mail will not send. It keeps telling me that it could not send to a few recipients but won't say which ones so I'm not really sure what to do. Sorry!

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