Only Time

Only Time - Prologue

Who can say where the road goes

Where the day flows

-Only time

And who can say if your love grows

As your heart chose

-Only time

Who can say if your heart sighs

As your love flies

-Only time

And who can say why your heart cries

When your love lies

-Only time

Who can say when the roads meet

That love might be in your heart

And who can say when the day sleeps

If the night keeps all your heart,

Night keeps all your heart

Who can say if your love grows

As your heart chose

-Only time

And who can say where the road goes

Where the day flows

-Only time

Who knows - Only time

Who knows - Only time

~Enya, Only Time, A Day Without Rain

A loud crash in the kitchen brought me out of my reverie; I hurried to the scene of the crime where I found my eighteen-month-old son digging through my Tupperware cabinet. The little munchkin had gotten past the Child Lock Charm I had placed on the door.

"Mama! Play!" he said excitedly as he slammed the Tupperware container onto the tile repeatedly. "Playing the drums" happened to be his favourite activity, and not much else could keep him occupied. That, and who could resist that adorably cheeky face that hadn't lost its baby fat yet.

I had to smile at that toothless grin that adorns all infants. I wrestled the container out of his grip and picked him up. I looked at him, and past memories came flooding back, as they usually did. He had an uncanny resemblance to his father, a man who had wormed his way into my heart, broken it, and kept the pieces once I left him.

Benny's first word had been spoken about four months ago. Unfortunately for me, it was "Dada."

Benny's father had been the main reason I left England for Canada. Of course, there had also been several smaller reasons contributing to this change in location. That was all in the past now, and there was no way of going back, altering time, and fixing my mistakes.

And there was no way I would be able to go back to England. Very few people knew I was a parent, least of all, my parents and Benny's father. The only two people who did know were my brother Ron and his wife, Hermione, who had just recently gained a son of their own. I did keep in contact with the rest of my family as well, but I couldn't bring myself to tell them what I knew they wouldn't understand.

There wasn't a single bone in either of my parents' bodies that would be able to comprehend that their perfect daughter, Ginny Weasley, gave birth to an illegitimate child at the age of nineteen. What was worse, was that it was beyond all reason that their perfect daughter had an illegitimate child with the son of the most notorious Death Eater: the one and only, Draco Malfoy.