By dinner Monday night, Draco sat in the dining room at the Manor with MacReynolds, Blaise, Luna, Hermione, and the Potters. The others had all responded that they would be there the next morning, but these friends had come to him when they had heard. Ginny held a small dark haired infant a couple of months younger than Scorpius, who Hermione held. Harry paced along the table behind his wife, another dark haired toddler playing on the rug by the window. James and Albus. They were just a year apart. "Harry, would you please sit down and eat something?" Ginny snapped, "you're making me crazy." Maudsley had prepared a light meal, but no one really ate much. "I feel like something is off about this whole thing." Harry said, stopping his pacing only to clutch the back of the dining chair next to his wife, "it's very short notice."