Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Author's Note: No beta. If anyone is interested, let me know. This is something that I just started to write. All pointers and ideas are welcomed since at the moment I don't know where I'm going with this.
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The day when Draco Malfoy got a surprise of his life was no different than most of the days on that summer. The sun shined brightly, the birds were singing and everything seemed to be okay in the world. All except the fact that a ministry official was knocking on the Malfoy Manor's door.
"Good evening. We're here to see Draco Malfoy, is he in?" the official asked while the blond teenage boy in muggle clothes mumbled something what seemed to be profanities.
"Yes, sir. Master is in. Wait here while Nippy gets master," the house elf replied and let them step inside.
Not even a minute later the elf returned with refreshments. "Master will be down soon. Would guests like some butterbeer or pumpkin juice?"
"No, I'm on ministry business," the official said and the elf turned to the boy.
"No, thank you. We won't be here long," the boy said and gave the elf a small smile.
"I'm sorry to inform you once again, son, but -" the official started but was interrupted by the boy.
"Don't call me son. You're not my father so stop it. You can call me mister-" before he could finish he saw Draco walking down the stairs. When he was thirteen he had decided that Draco Malfoy was nothing to him and had no rights regarding him. He hadn't chanced his mind.
"Mister Malfoy," the official greeted. "My name is Adrian Whalley from the Ministry's Department of Magical Families."
"Yes?" Draco asked and waved them to follow him. The man said nothing until they reached their destination, a sitting room with a fireplace connected to the floo network. "Sit down, please."
"Thank you," the man said choosing a comfortable looking arm chair while the boy decided to stand. Draco wondered why the boy kept glaring at him.
"Please, mister Whalley, continue." Draco said and sat on the sofa.
"Earlier this afternoon miss Hermione Granger was sent to St. Mungo's hospital. Right now she's in a coma and therefore unable to take care of her son Orion." The official glanced at the boy and the boy glared at the official.
"What does it have to do with me?" Draco asked and ran his fingers through his hair. He had better things to do. He still had to solve the slight shipping problem his company seemed to have at the moment but one doesn't say no to the Ministry especially if one has been a Death Eater once.
"I told you he doesn't know about me. Lets go. It's perfectly fine for me to stay with the Potters or with the Weasleys," the boy, Orion, said with a slight desperation. "So, we can go." Orion left the room but was soon yanked back.
"Not so fast, mister Granger," the official said, holding up his wand. Draco then noticed that the boy had a cuff on his wrist that glowed when the official's wand was held up. He remembered those from the war. It was a restraint that was used transporting prisoners. Did the ministry used them on teenagers now?
"As I was saying, miss Granger is unable to take care of her son. Therefore the custody falls upon the father who is you, mister Malfoy," the official revealed and watched as Draco's eyes grew wide and heard Orion groan.