"We should go."

A week has gone, Kingsley Shacklebolt has been named the new Minister of Magic and he requested that all who participated in the war against Voldemort to come to the Ministry of Magic. That means Cundrie, Marcus, and Penelope should be there, and if Cundrie should be there, Annie should be there. But there'll be Oliver and the other Weasleys too, and they're not sure they can admit the truth about Annie or share Annie, if it comes down to it.

"I can't-" Cundrie shook her head, still rocking Annie back and forth. "What about Annie?"

"I'll come with, just say she's mine," Penelope volunteered, landing a soft kiss on Annie's cheek. So cute, so soft. "I don't mind, I'm dating you anyway."

"She looks just like Oliver, what if xe notices?" Cundrie worries. True to their words, Annie only looks more like Oliver the more she grows.

"Marge?" Marcus suggested. Yes, Cundrie still kept in touch with Margaret and even found out where she lives, and made her pie. Both Cundrie and Penelope murmured 'yes's and Cundrie took her azure kitten heels which compliments her azure tea length dress which has clips for breastfeeding, the clips hidden by the clips of the dress, putting her wand in her purse.

"Let's go," Penelope said, her mousey brown chelsea boots hitting the ebony floor as she stood up from her seat.

"You can go straight to the Ministry of Magic, I'll go to Marge's first," Cundrie said.

"It's just a trip, besides it's not so far-" Marcus shook his head, playing with Annie's hand who laughed. Cundrie carried Annie, letting Marcus leave first with Penelope, then lastly Cundrie. As Annie's nerves are still too weak for Cundrie to apparate and they fear using the floo will hurt Annie as well, Marcus conjured a Knight Bus in which they entered. Annie starts to move uncomfortably in Cundrie's embrace and cried, Cundrie tried to rock her back and forth to no use.

"Number 34, Grimmauld Place," Marcus said to Stan, handing the money. Once all three of them have entered, the bus door closed and Ernie drives. The super fast bus starts to move and Cundrie sits on one of the empty beds, looking down at Annie to see that she's starting to suck her hand, signalling to Cundrie that she's hungry. Cundrie undid a clip, exposing a nipple and directing it to Annie's mouth, with Annie finding it and starts sucking on it.

"Hey! You can't do that here!" Stan roared, starting to stomp to Cundrie's direction, only to be held at wand point by both Marcus and Penelope.

"Don't you bloody dare," Marcus growled, mustering the most threatening glare he can, which sends the message very well as Stan swallowed his saliva, backing away. Cundrie yelped as she looked down at Annie, feeling her three tiny teeth biting down her nipple.

"Ow! Don't bite me!" Cundrie said instinctively before remembering Annie's Deafness and therefore wouldn't hear Cundrie's protest. Cundrie tried to gently pull their nipple off Annie's mouth before putting it back gently, positioning it so it's deep enough that Annie can suck the milk off it but not deep enough that she can bite it, not that it means a lot as she sucked it as strongly again.

"We're arriving soon, so I recommend you do something about that," Stan said disdainfully, sneering at Cundrie. Cundrie huffed.

"Are you just jealous that your mummy never gave you milk or are you just insecure that you don't have a mummy?" Cundrie shot back. Stan's jaws hit the floor of the bus as Marcus raised his brows in surprise and Penelope cocked her head, whilst Ernie is minding his own business, slowly hitting the brakes and opening the door of the bus. With no more words, Cundrie immediately left the bus, fixing their dress. Cundrie knocked on the door, waiting.

"Yes?" The door opened to reveal a person in their mid-20s, gripping on their walking cane. Cundrie remembers this person, August from the bar that one time.

"Is Margaret here?" Cundrie asked. "We're her friends, she was one of the Muggleborns we found and took into our safe house we made for Muggleborns. I'm Cundrie Weasley, he's Marcus Flint and she's Penelope Clearwater, I believe we've met before."

"Marcus, Cundrie-" August greeted, and nodded at Penelope. "Yes, we've met before. My grandmother's inside, would you like to come in?"

"That'll be lovely-" August nodded, moving away so that Cundrie, Marcus, and Penelope can enter. "Follow me."

"Hey, Marge," Cundrie greeted, stopping at when she saw Margaret, who is sitting on a rocking chair. Margaret turned, seeing the trio and the baby, grinning.

"Hello, Cundrie," Margaret greeted. "Can I get something for you three? Some tea?"

"That's quite alright, Marge," Cundrie denied, still rocking Annie back and forth. "Everyone who fought in the war needs to get to the Ministry, our undesirable status was inactive a few days ago so we can go safely. I'm hoping that maybe I can- umm- entrust Annie in your care?"

"Of course! I love her!" Annie was handed from Cundrie's hands to Margaret's, who immediately squirmed in her hands. Cundrie kissed Annie's cheeks, patting her slowly.

"I love you, Annie," Cundrie whispered, kissing her fingers. Annie laughed and clapped her hands, making Cundrie beam brightly as the latter held on the former's shoulders. A hand rested on top of Cundrie's shoulders, rubbing it.

"I hate leaving her," Cundrie said with a low voice, still smiling with the voices Annie made.

"We have to go, Dri," a low pitched voice said from behind them, hand still rubbing their shoulder. Marcus. Cundrie sighed, they knew he's right. It still doesn't make it easier.

"She'll be safe here, Cundrie," Margaret promised, rocking Annie back and forth. "Won't you, Annie? Yes, you will!"

"Come on, Dri-" Marcus squeezed his hand gently. Cundrie sighed but nodded, giving one last kiss on her forehead.

"Be good to Auntie Marge."