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I looked into what you asked. It’s true! Malfoy is here. He’s been here all along. But, it’s not what you think. His father killed his mum and his aunt and uncle’s family. He’s not on the run from the ministry, he’s on the run from You-Know-Who! So that’s fine.

But here’s the strange part. Along with inheriting that estate, something… odd has happened.

Do you know anything about a prophecy, not the Harry prophecy, a new one. About some baby with incredible powers? Well, incase you don’t know. I guess some girl in my year here at Hogwarts made a prophecy about the war. Apparently, this baby was suppose to be born that had amazing powers! But she wasn’t really born, she was created. By a potion that Hermione and Malfoy were making that, well I guess it backfired. Anyways, so now they have this baby and Professor Dumbledore says she’s got so much magic in her that she like the same power as the original witches and wizards. And I guess from what Hermione told me, she’s suppose to be able to take out You-Know-Who when she’s just a toddler.

Actually, to tell you the truth… I think she’s lying. I think she’s trying to cover up that she’s with Malfoy and he knocked her up. I don’t know how she did it. Must have been a Glamour Charm or something. I don’t think there’s a Glamour out there that strong, but Hermione’s a really good witch so you never know.

So, Percy, I did what you asked. Now can you do something for me? Go down to the records department and see if someone maybe slipped a marriage certificate in for Hermione and Malfoy?



Percy looked up from the letter which had arrived on his desk first thing Saturday morning.

A child born from pure magic? And that fool Dumbledore was using it in one of his crackpot dooms day plots!

Didn’t he realize the advances that could be made studying this creature?

He stood and entered Fudge’s office.

“Minister, I have something of grave importance to discuss with you.”

Fudge barely glanced up from his desk,

“Mr. Weasley, I’ve told you one hundred times before, just put the finished paperwork in the slot…” He waved his hand at the mail slot in the wall behind Percy’s desk.

Percy’s ears turned red and her cleared his throat angrily.

“Excuse me, Sir. It’s not about paperwork.”

“Do you have to use the restroom then?” Fudge glanced up at him agitatedly, “I’ve told you if you have to go, just go. You don’t have to ask.”

“Sir!” Percy squeaked, embarrassed. “I have information on Dumbledore!”

“Dumbledore?” Fudged yelped, standing and rounding his desk quickly. “Is he here?”

“What?! No!” Percy shook his head. “He’s hiding important information from the Ministry.” He smirked triumphantly.

Fudged drug a hand across his face and returned to his seat. “Percy, please. I have important things to do.”

“He’s hiding Draco Malfoy within the walls of Hogwarts, Sir!” Percy whined.

“That’s your important information?” Fudged cocked a brow at him. “Well if that’s the case then I guess we’ll just wait until the end of term and pick the boy up at King’s Cross.” He went back to his paper work.

Percy stood there until he looked back up.

“Was there something else you wanted, Mr. Weasley?” Fudge sighed.

“Well, Minister, I’ve heard some interesting… rumors coming out of Hogwarts recently.”

“What sort of rumors?” Fudged massaged his temples in annoyance.

“Well… maybe you should read this.” Percy said, setting Ron’s letter on the desk.

Fudged picked it up and looked at it, then squinted his eyes, then turned the paper at a funny angle.

“This is a poorly written letter from your brother.” Fudged said.

“Finish reading it first.”

Fudged sighed again and picked up the letter again.

His eyes grew wide.

“How do we know this is credible?” He asked.

“You know that my brother is a close personal friend of Harry Potter. Which means he’s privy to secrets other Hogwarts students aren’t.” Percy looked smug.

“Do you realize what we could do with this child?” Fudge asked, standing up again.

“Important research could be done.” Percy said. Really, he had no idea, but he thought it was important and he had been right.

“We could bring the Wizarding World out of this hiding we’ve been forced into. Back to the days when we were respected people, revered people, feared people!” A crazy glint had taken up residence in Fudge’s eyes. “If we created enough of these children, we could restart the Wizarding Race!”

Percy’s eyes widened, he’s never thought of it that way!

“We wouldn’t have to hide from the muggles anymore,” He said. “We could use magic freely in the streets…”

“Percy, we need to take this child into our custody. I’m putting you in charge of this operation. I want it here by the end of the week!”

Monday morning arose and Hermione sat on the edge of her bed, fully dressed for classes except for her robes. Cambria lay bundled in a blanket in her arms. Hermione tried to stifle her tears. This would be the first time she’d be leaving her daughter.
Draco knocked on the doorframe.

“Hermione, Winky’s here.” He said, entering the room.

“Draco!” Hermione sniffled, “She’s barely a week old… how can we leave her?”

“Because we have to.” He said simply, taking his daughter from her mother’s arms and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before tucking her into her bassinet.

“Come on then. Breakfast.” He said, tugging her to her feet and handing her her robes.

Hermione tugged on the robes and leaned over to kiss Cammie’s cheek. Running her fingers through the baby’s flaxen curls and murmuring her goodbyes.

“Winky.” Draco called out as soon as the door was closed behind them.

“Yes, Mister?”

“The baby has been fed. She’ll need another bottle every two to three hours. She should sleep, but when she’s awake keep her engaged. Play with her, talk to her, but be gentle.”

“Yes, Mister.

“And if there’s any problems that you don’t think you can handle, come get one of us. You remember the phrase?” Hermione asked.

“Yes, Missus.”

“What do you say.”

“Missus, there’s a problem in your dormitory!” Winky squeaked.

“Very good.” Draco nodded.

“Well, I guess we’re off then.” Hermione said, her lip trembling.

“Come on, Granger.” Draco sighed, ushering her down the stairs and out the portrait hole.

“Now, remember Hermione. Nothing’s changed, at least to the rest of the school. Can you handle that?” Draco asked, adjusting his bag.

Hermione nodded, her eyes were still puffy from crying all night but she knew that once lessons were over she could be right back upstairs with her daughter in her arms.

They entered the Great Hall and went their separate ways.

Harry and Ginny smiled at her and gestured for her to join them. Her eyes slide past them and landed on Ron. His eyes were fixed on his toast and he didn’t seem to be hearing a word Lavender was chattering into his ear.

Hermione slide into an empty seat across from Harry and Ginny.

“How was the convention Hermione?” Harry asked.

“Excuse me?” She asked, confused.

“The convention you and Malfoy were representing Hogwarts at? Although, I’ve no idea why they picked Malfoy.” Harry snickered.

“Oh, it was lovely. I got to see some of Victor’s classmates who I hadn’t seen since 4th year.” Ron coughed loudly and she shot him a pleading look. Hermione hated lying to her friends but it was the only way.

“Really? Which ones?” Ron asked, his voice had an almost deadly quality to it.

“Alexander Van Orman. He was an attendee to Karkaroff when Victor was in the tournament, he wasn’t old enough to compete. Now he’s in a position of authority at Durmstrang Institute of Magic.” Hermione lied readily, she ate her eggs without really tasting them.

“Did you do anything else?” Ginny asked, curious.

“Yeah, like, I don’t know, shag a ferret?” Ron said visciously.

“Ronald!” Hermione cried, her face brightening to a bright shade of red.

“I was just kidding!” Ron snapped, before throwing his fork down with a clatter and dragging Lavender out of the room with him.

“I wonder what’s up with him?” Harry asked, staring after his best friend.

“Oh, he’s just jealous.” Ginny sighed, agitated.

“Jealous of what?” Harry asked, taking her hand and placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

“Well, you heard what he said. He’s got it in his head that `Mione’s going to shack up with Malfoy.” Ginny laughed and shook back her curtain or red hair. Harry laughed as well, so much that he had tears in his eyes.

Hermione didn’t know why she felt so embarrassed, it wasn’t like she actually was involved with Draco. She just had a baby with him. Her eyes widened and she laughed, but it wasn’t the mirthful laughter of her friends. It was a laugh that was edging into hysteria.

She picked up a goblet of orange juice and gulped it down choking. She sputtered and coughed, and when she finally looked up wheezing, half the table was staring at her.

“I-I need to head to Charms early and hand in my back work to Professor Flitwick.” She gasped, tossing her bag over her shoulder and stifling a cry of pain when the strap jerked her shoulder back sharply.

She hurried from the hall, turning at the last second to glance back. Her eyes met the icy gaze of the father of her child. She saw mild curiosity, but then a sneer molded his features.

You’re weak… 

His eyes seemed to scream it at her. No, not scream. He wasn’t one to scream. She could hear the words then, in her head. That sharp, derisive manner. The low tone of discipline. Like he was scolding a badly behaved toddler.

You’re weak.

She turned and continued her flight.

Draco watched her go, before returning to his toast.

“How was the convention, Draco?” Daphne Greengrass asked, giving him a sideway’s glance. She was still unhappy with him for the incident with Pansy. It hadn’t been the first time, but still…

“Enjoyable.” He said curtly, his gaze leveled on her for just a moment before sliding past her to rest on Pansy herself.

“Parkinson.” He said offhandedly, “I need to speak with you if you’ve finished your breakfast.”

“Of course!” Pansy smiled, trying to hide the quaver in her voice. She stood quickly to follow Draco from the Great Hall.

“We’ll just go on to Transfiguration then.” He said, standing as well and picking up his bag.

Daphne frowned, this was unusual.

Draco and Pansy moved through the corridor’s, dodging younger students. Pansy’s heart beat like mad against her ribs, she was just working up the nerve to reach out and touch his hand when he grabbed her wrist and yanked her into a side corridor.

His lips crashed onto hers and his body pressed her up against the wall.

She gasped and threw herself into the kiss.

After a few heated moments, he stumbled back leaving her breathless up against the wall.

“Damn it!” He swore, running a hand through his platinum locks.

“Draco?” Pansy said softly, reaching out for him “Draco… what’s wrong?”

He looked at her then, his face was angry. She braced herself for it, the strike she knew would come.

And he would have, his frustration and panic needed a release,  when something gave him pause.

The very same corridor he was standing in, except instead of the trembling brunette before him, it was another. A girl with his eyes and long platinum locks staring cowering from a faceless man… Cammie.

Pansy stood, eyes clenched shut, waiting for the blow. She could already taste the blood she knew would fill her mouth where her teeth would break into her cheek. 

What she felt instead was him placing his hand on her shoulder and pulling her into a tight embrace.

“I’m sorry, Pan…” He whispered, and then he was gone.

She stood alone in that corridor, her heart pounding and tears pouring down her face. 

Tears of joy. 

He hadn't hit her. He stopped himself from hitting her!

He was changing, she just wished she knew why.

The day had been agonizing for Hermione. She did well in Charms, but in History of Magic she spaced for the first time in her Hogwarts career.

Luckily, those were her only two classes of the morning. And even though she knew she should use her break to go to the library with Harry and Ron to work on her Charms essay, seeing Draco in History of Magic had made her long to hold her daughter in her arms.

As soon as class ended, she shot from the room ignoring the startled look from Harry, the angry sort of gurgle noise from Ron, and Draco’s pointed stare.

She breathed easy when she entered her Common Room.

“Winky!” She called out.

“Missus?” Winky squeaked, peaking between the slats of the balcony.

“How’s Cammie?” Hermione asked, dropping her bag in an armchair and climbing the stairs.

“Good, Missus. Winky was about to feed Little Miss.”

“Not to worry Winky, I’ll give her the bottle.” Hermione smiled at her entering the room. She smiled and scooped Cambria out of her bassinet. “Hey baby, how’s mummy’s girl?” She cooed, taking the bottle from Winky.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Hermione asked Winky.

“Winky, Missus?” Her tennis ball eye grew wide, “Oh no, no, no! Winky does for you!”

Hermione frowned, she still wasn’t use to having a house elf around. Draco had already gotten on to her for making Winky cry by offering to pay her for her time.

“Okay, Winky. It’s alright. Go and fetch me some lunch, please?” Hermione asked. She learned the best way to deal with hurting the elf’s feelings was to give her an order. Winky smiled brightly, her ears flopping in delight as she bowed low and hurried from the room.

Cambria finished her bottle and Hermione took her time playing with her daughter.

When Winky brought her up a turkey sandwich and a bowl of soup, Hermione was content to watch her child sleep.

And when it came time to head back for her last class of the day Double Transfiguration, she felt much better then she had that morning. She felt secure in knowing that her daughter would still be there at the end of the day.

“Goodbye, Winky.” She said as she was gathering her things. “I’ll have to go to the Library between my last class and dinner to do some research for my new essay. Draco may come back between class and then, but I won’t be back until after dinner.”

“Yes, Missus.” Winky nodded vigorously, this was what she was use to. Looking after children, and she was glad to be out of the kitchens after so long.

Hermione stepped out of the portrait hole and hurried to class.

Transfiguration was awkward. Harry was sure there was something wrong with her and when she wouldn’t do anything more then assure him she was fine, he turned to his regular standby. Collaborating with Ron to try to cook up a feasible reason for her peculiar behavior.

Except that didn’t go over so well either.

“Let it alone, Harry.” Ron snapped, pointedly staring at the board.

“Ron! Something’s up with her. I can just tell!” Harry whispered.

“Maybe she’s just hormonal. I hear women’s bodies do that after going through something traumatic like birth.” Ron sneered, refusing to look at Hermione.

“Well, Hermione hasn’t given birth. Stop being a bloody idiot.” Harry replied, giving him a funny look when he snorted.

Fortunately, Ron was saved from Hermione’s wrath by Professor McGonagall calling on her.

For the rest of lesson, Ron became mysteriously deaf. Harry sat looking between the two, he was beginning to get the horrible feeling that something was going on that he wasn’t allowed to know about.

And normally when he wasn’t allowed to know what was going on… it involved Professor Dumbledore.

He decided that he’d have to pay a visit to the Headmaster after dinner.

When the lesson finally ended at 4:00, Harry expected Hermione to shoot out like she had before lunch. Instead she turned to him.

“I’m going to the Library, Harry. Do you want to come?” She smiled sweetly at him.

She had to keep Harry away from Ron. She could tell he was within moments of cracking and letting her secret out all over the school.

“Sure. Ron?” Harry said, turning to Ron.

Ron mumbled something about Lavender and the Common Room before making his escape.

“Well, I guess that was a no.” Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, he’s fine!” Hermione said, her voice overly cheerful.

Once she was in the library, she felt much more relaxed. Amongst the books and the smells of parchment and leather she could almost feel her worries melt away.

Harry had already made a considerable dent on his own essay, but she caught up to him in a matter of hours. By 6:45 she was almost completely finished. Harry shook his head.

“Really, `Mione. I don’t know how you do it.” He said good naturedly.

“Talent, Harry. Pure talent.” Hermione laughed.

They made their way to the Great hall and took their seats. Hermione was in high spirits. The bulk of her workload was behind her, she was going to eat a nice meal and then go upstairs to spend time with her beautiful baby girl.

The hall filled with everyone looking forward to a good meal. Hermione and Ginny talked and laughed. And for a moment, Hermione felt like the weight of the Wizarding world wasn’t resting upon the tiny shoulders of her infant daughter. That maybe, just maybe… it had all been a mistake.

Just for a moment, mind you.

The doors of the Great Hall burst open. Ministry Wizards poured in, wands drawn.
As if in slow motion, Hermione’s turned her head and her eyes met Draco’s.

He looked startled, but put a finger to his lips. Frightened, she nodded.

“Albus Dumbledore…” An all too familiar voice drawled. The Ministry Wizards parted and Percy Weasley walked towards the Professor’s Dias. “Sorry for the interruption. But the Minister figured this would be easier done during dinner when all of the students should be in the hall.”

“What exactly are you and your men doing, Mr. Weasley?” Professor Dumbledore called out.

Hermione turned to look at Ron. His face was stark white and he didn’t seem to be breathing correctly.

“You didn’t!” She hissed. Ron turned to her, panicked.

“I’m sorry Hermione, I’m sorry! I didn’t think they would come to take him!” Ron cried.

“Take who?” Hermione asked.

“Malfoy!” Ron whimpered.

Hermione was horrified. She was now sure of it. They were either here for her baby or her baby’s father.

Percy was speaking again, “…fugitive in the castle. One of the escapees from Azkaban. We need you to keep everyone here while we search Hogwarts and the grounds.”

Dumbledore looked concerned and nodded. “As you wish, Mr. Weasley.”

Hermione knew then that they were after her baby, and that she had made the biggest mistake of her life by not telling Professor Dumbledore that Ron knew about Cammie.

She looked at Draco again, her heart was beating a painful tattoo against her ribs. Again he shook his head and held a finger to his lips.

“They won’t find her. Winky.” He mouthed.

She could only hope.

There began the most horrendous moments of Hermione Granger’s life.

For two hours she sat in the Great Hall. She couldn’t cry for numerous reasons. She couldn’t go to Draco for fear of drawing attention to him. She couldn’t glen comfort from her friends, for they didn’t know anything was wrong. She couldn’t go to Dumbledore because agents were still in the hall.

Two hours of grueling, mind numbing, horror. Of endless heartbreak. Of hatred for those who stood between her and her baby.

When the doors opened to the hall again, Percy came just inside the door and called out “Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy. Come here.”

Hermione stood and walked to Percy, Draco approached more cautiously.

“For some reason we can’t seem to get into your room with the password the Deputy Headmistress provided. Do you know why that is?” His gaze was cool, but with a malicious gleam he barely hide. 

“I’ve no idea. Last I was in the dormitory, which last during lunch mind you, the accepted password was ‘Hopkirk’” Hermione was surprised by how calm her own voice sounded.

“Perhaps the castle has enacted the old magics that were built in to protect against intruders?” Draco supplied, one pale brow raised.

“And what magic would that be?” Percy asked.

“Why, Weasley, weren’t you a Head Boy and a straight NEWT student?” Draco asked.

“Yes.” Percy glared.

“And didn’t you ever read Hogwarts, A History?” Draco prodded.

“Yes, numerous times.” Percy lied through his teeth, he had only read it once and not even cover to cover.

“Then you should know that when the castle feels threatened, it has the power to defend itself.” Hermione supplied.

“And?” Percy was getting frustrated now.

“The portrait probably changed the password again.” Draco said.

“Or won’t open for anyone but us.” Hermione added.

Percy stared at them for a moment before turning and gesturing for them to follow him.

Half way up, Draco appeared to trip on one of the steps. He leaned down to tie his laces and seemed to be muttering obscenities to his shoe. Hermione was confused until she saw the figure in the portrait nod and flit quickly away in the direction of their dormitory.

They turned down the side corridor and came to a stop in front of Hildegard the Hog-Faced.

Discreetly, Draco showed Hildegard three fingers.

“Let’s try our last three passwords then, shall we?” Draco announced. Percy nodded.

“Hopkirk?” Draco said.

“Billywig?” Hermione tried.

“Pixie Wicket.” Draco said, his tone firm.

Lady Hildegard smiled a pained smile and swung slowly forward.

The group stepped through the portrait hole and Hermione only resisted the urge to bolt up the stair because Draco had a hold of her elbow.

Percy sent his men on a systematic search of the Dormitory, dragging Hermione and Draco along with the group.

When they opened the door to Hermione’s Room, the last place they searched, she could feel her heart stop.

Percy turned to them, and shoved the door the rest of the way open to show Hermione’s room… devoid of any baby things.

“Where is it?” Percy asked.

“Where’s what?” Draco shot back.

“The child. Where is it.” Percy repeated.

“What child?” Hermione asked, “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play games with me! Where is she?!” Percy snarled, grabbing Hermione’s arm and dragging her forcefully into the room.

“Get your hands off her!” Draco snarled, charging at him. Agents fell upon him and held him back.

“Where’s the child, Hermione?” Percy asked, his beet red faces inches from her own.

“I don’t know! I don’t know! I swear… the Headmaster must have sent someone up here to get her!” Hermione lied. “We didn’t want to take care of that thing, truly we didn’t. I told them to hand her over to the Ministry, but Dumbledore kept talking about some sort of prophecy! It was crazy. He’s mad. Do you think I want a baby? I’m barely 18. My career hasn’t had a chance to even start! Dumbledore’s the one you should be harassing Percy Weasley, not someone you’ve known since she was 12.” She narrowed her eyes at him and stepped back quickly when he released her arm.

“And you Malfoy, what do you say?”

Draco laughed, it was such a cold thing that Hermione cringed.

“Do you think I want some Mudblood filth raising an abomination of magic that everyone keeps claiming is mine on my conscience?” He sneered, “Find the thing. Take it away. It’s no concern of mine.”

Hermione felt the words pierce her heart, she tried to tell herself that it was just a ploy, that he loved their daughter just as much as she did. But it still put doubt in her heart.

Percy looked between the two, Hermione filled with self-righteous rage, Draco showing nothing but cool indifference and a hint of anger.

“You two stay here. We’re locking the door.” He said, “We’ll be back with the Headmaster.”

The door was locked behind them. As soon as he was sure they were gone, Draco began to levitate the furniture in front of the door. Hermione helped as soon as she realized what was going on, adding her own touch by sealing the door from their side.

“Winky!” Draco whispered.

Unfortunately, the whispering was wasted. Winky appeared with the baby in a satchel, but her appearance was marked with a loud pop.

Immediately, the agent’s outside tried to open the door, only to fail miserably.

“Do you have everything?” Draco asked.

“Everything, Mister!” Winky squeaked, her eyes wide with panic.

“Take us to the grounds then.” Winky’s head was going like a bobble doll as she reached out and grabbed the hands of Hermione and Draco.

The feeling of apparating with an elf is an entirely unpleasant one, Hermione soon discovered.

They landed with a thump on the grounds near Hagrid’s cottage. Draco scooped Winky up in his arms while she clung to the baby, then grabbed Hermione’s hand and took off for the gates.

“Wait!” Hermione whispered. “They’ll be expecting us to try and get out!”

“What do you suggest we do then? Try to brave the forest?” Draco whispered back furiously.

“No, the Whomping Willow.” Hermione said, eyes alighting with the idea.

“What about it?” Draco snapped.

“Just follow me!” Hermione called, and lead the way to the demon tree. She picked up a stick and shot it at the knot in the trunk with her wand. The tree became still and the passage way opened up.

“Quickly, it only lasts a few seconds.”

Draco’s feet were barely through the entry way when it closed with a menacing thump.

They hurried through the passage way, but it was still a good 15 minutes before Hermione and Draco reached the rusty trap door and pushed it open.

They clambered through and for the first time Hermione had time to console her screaming daughter.

“It’s alright baby, it’s alright!” She cooed, taking her from Winky and rocking her slowly.

“Where do we go now?” She asked, turning to Draco.

“The Order Headquarters?” Draco suggested.

“I don’t know where they’ve relocated. Tonks?” She tried.

“No, we can’t jeopardize her job at the Ministry any more then I already have.” Draco slammed a fist against the wall in frustration. “What about your parents?” He asked.

“That’s one of the first places they’ll look. Which means we can’t go to the Weasley’s either.” Hermione almost screamed with frustration. She handed Cammie back to Winky and began to pace.

“Do you have any family outside of the country?” Draco asked her.

“None that’s magical. You know I’m Muggleborn.” Hermione glared at him. “What about you? Or did your father slaughter the only Malfoys who actually had a heart?”

“No… no he didn’t…” Draco mused, but his thought process was cut short when shouts began to come from outside.

They had found them.

When a board blasted from a window and flew straight for Winky and his daughter, Draco acted on instinct.

He dived for them, scooping them up then reached out and grabbed Hermione’s shoulder. The only conscious head in his thought as he apparated with his tiny group of people was.

I need family, I need somewhere safe…

The darkness seemed to go on forever, and for a moment he thought he’d doomed them all. But then, it seemed to get lighter, and he landed in a heap on the floor of an exquisite looking parlor room.

“What the- WHO ARE YOU?!” A female voice shouted. It sounded oddly familiar to Draco.

He sat up quickly and met the brown eyed, platinum haired face of a young woman dressed in a bathrobe and drinking coffee in the weak early morning light.



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