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A/N: The moment you've all been waiting for! Thanks to all who reviewed. I am so sorry I hadn't updated earlier! I didn't realize just how long until I looked at the last time I updated. And, to those of you who are wondering, the answer to how they all got past those protection spells is in this chapter; I didn't forget!

The boys soon fell asleep, casting the car into an uneasy silence. Draco cast a quick glance at Harry, who had been clenching and unclenching his hands arounf the steering wheel for about an hour.

"Umm…Harry, shouldn't we slow down a little?" Draco said. They were traveling at an alarming rate, though not quite as fast as the lightning run to Anthony's house. Harry didn't say anything. Draco tightened his grip on the passenger's side door.

The wives, as to be expected, were wide awake, with Hermione pacing a hole in the living room floor and Ginny nearly asleep in one of the high-back chairs that adorned the house. Upon entering, Hermione stopped pacing and looked up eagerly as Harry entered, carrying a very sleepy Eli, and Draco followed, holding Ryan. Hermione took them both carefully, as not to wake them and carryed each up to bed, with tears in her eyes and a large smile on her face. Draco flopped into the chair next to Ginny. He groaned as his rib scolded him for his late expeditions.

"Don't sit down just yet," Harry warned, trading his blood-stained coat for a clean one.

"What do you mean 'don't sit down yet?' Can't we just have a little rest?"

"I want this done tonight, Malfoy," calling him Malfoy was never a good sign. Draco cast a weary look at Ginny and stood up, painfully. He shrugged his jacket back on and picked up his wand from the table he left it on.

"I am not going to get any sleep tonight, am I?" he muttered to himself, as he followed Harry out the door.

"Harry, I think you should know," Draco said, jogging to keep up with him. "You can't exactly drive into my dad's place."

"Why not?"

"Dad's become really paranoid in his old age. There are so many protective spells around the house that a fly couldn't get in, much less a person. Our best bet would probably be Apparating,"

"I can't,"

"Why?"

"First, I'm too bloody pissed off, and second, I've never seen, or been to the Malfoy Manor, so I have no clue what to visualize for," Draco sighed. This night was just getting worse and worse by the minute.

"All right then, we'll Floo over. There aren't any spells around the fireplace in my old room,"

"Ironic,"

"I know. And if you don't mind, I'd rather like to make it home tonight, so we should hurry this up just a little bit," Harry rolled his eyes, but followed Draco back into the house and towards the fireplace. Despite all the spells on the house, Hermione insisted they keep Floo powder in the house "for emergencies" as she put it when Harry had protested.

Traveling by Floo was not anyone's favorite way to travel, and especially not Harry. He tumbled out of a grimy fireplace, narrowly managing to avoid breaking his glasses on a table corner. He stood up and shook himself off as Draco emerged from the hearth, clutching his chest in pain and covered from head to foot in soot.

The room, Harry could tell, hadn't been used in quite awhile, and judging from the thick layer of dust over everything, it hadn't been cleaned in awhile either.

"Dear old Mum doesn't come in here anymore," Draco remarked, running a finger along the table they were standing next to. "She was so disappointed when I said I was marrying Ginny. Wouldn't talk to me for days. Then, of course, Dad kind of knocked her off."

"He killed her!"

"Oh, yeah. Right happy marriage they had, my parents. Fought a lot. One day, I guess Dad just got too angry. He always did have trouble with his temper. I learned the hard way. Merlin, listen to me. I'm a good sob story, huh? Well, now that that's done, let's pay a visit to my father, shall we?"

"Nice segway,"

"I thought it was. Can't help it if you don't. I see you've got your sense of humor back, by the way,"

"Well, the anticipation of killing the man who kidnapped your kids will do that to you,"

"I'd imagine. Now, I think Dad's in his study. If not, we'll try his bedroom,"

"There's no need for that, Draco," a cold voice came from behind. They turned around, only to find Lucius Malfoy glaring at them, dressed in his pajamas. Harry glanced at his watch. He hadn't realized it was so late.

"I should have known you'd tell him. Did you not learn from the last time? Maybe a refresher course would be of use?" Lucius fingered his wand lovingly.

"How could I not tell him? They're his kids,"

"I can tell you, I wouldn't have done the same for you if I had gotten what you did to keep my silence! That's part of the code, Draco,"

"You're the Death Eater, not me,"

"You can't escape it. It's in your veins,"

"I will never be like you,"

"And I suppose that your little friend Potter here will help you, will he?"

"Well, I am his brother-in-law," Harry piped up. He'd raised his wand during the conversation. "Technically"

"Well, you're not a very smart one, are you? Those spells were only too easy to get around," Lucius's lip curled.

"What do you mean?" Harry's eyes narrowed. Draco took a step back. When Harry had that look, the person in question and anyone else in the area of about fifty feet would feel his wrath. He'd learned from experience.

"Basement window, Potter," Lucius smiled. "If you aren't careful, your wife and sons may end up with the same fate your parents did, especially if you leave convenient areas like that prey to Death Eaters."

"Crucio!" the words rang in the air as Lucius writhed in agony. He didn't scream. "Crying isn't allowed for Death Eaters, Draco," he'd heard his father say a million times.

The torture went on for what seemed like hours. Finally, Harry paled and lowered his wand, exhausted from the effort. Lucius lay on the ground, panting furiously and trying to being into focus the room around him. He glared at Draco.

"How can you just stand there!" he gasped. "Your own father is being tortured, and you have the audacity to not do anything to help!"

"You've brought this on yourself," Draco whispered, his voice cold as steel. Harry saw Lucius' eyes grow wide with fear as his son kicked him on his back with the flick of a boot toe.

"I've been tortured by you enough," he said, pointing his wand dead center on his father's chest. "Avada Kadvra!" Harry stood to the side with shock etched onto his face. Draco sat down against the wall, clutching his rib and staring at his father's body. He had no regret, no fear of procecution, no sadness. On the contrary. He felt…relieved. The heavy burden that was his father and his rules was lifted, making him feel as light as air, and happier than he had been in a long time.

"Well…" Harry sat down next to him. "It's over."

"Yeah,"

"Good show. I think, for the first time in his life, he was significantly scared,"

"Merlin, I hope so. Payback for a lifetime full of slander and abuse,"

"Well, I think its been a rather long night,"

"Longest. And I need sleep,"

"Me too,"

They Flooed back, and after a quick visit to St. Mungo's, Draco and Ginny left, with the former in much greater spirits.

"Bloody lunatic, he's going to be," Harry remarked to Hermione, watching him all but skip down their front walk.

"I agree," she said, walking up the stairs. "But I think he may have already been that way."

"True," he said, following her past the boy's room. He paused, looking into the dark room. Quietly, he snuck up and sat down in the rocking chair that always seemed to be in there. Both boys were sound asleep, with Eli sprawled half-on, half-off his bed, and Ryan snoring softly. Harry didn't know how a baby could snore, but he didn't care. All he cared about was that he was sitting in his children's room, a place he wasn't sure he'd be a few years ago, or even a few days ago. Harry checked his watch again. It was sometime in the early morning, though it never really registered as he fell fast asleep.

The End

A/N: Sorry, I know it kinda stunk, but hey, you try writing through writer's block! Just kidding!