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Chapter One – Happiness is discovered

"Release that child!" yelled Harry potter as he ordered the Aurors to stop sending crucio curses at a child; naked, scared, covered in dirt and grim. Harry hadn't been able to stomach, let alone stand hearing the screams, they were more than just the madness of Azkaban prisoners, and there was a weakness and innocence in the screams.

They were in the dudgeons of the new ministry, the only light- as there was no windows- came from the oak doors and one lone candle. Death eaters were lined up against the walls, stuck to them by strong sticking charms and wards. The child was in the centre of the room, completely still, only letting out quick, short breaths even though he needed to gasp in oxygen. "What have you done to that child?"

"Sir, it is not a child. It is a Spl- Splantine, an animal. The pet of He-Who-Must-Not Be-Named. We found him when our guard raided He- Who- Must- Not- Be- Named's hideout." Harry's expression darkened.

The Aurors walked away swiftly, giving Harry a wide birth. Harry stepped forward and hunkered down on his hunches, he gasped when he got closer. "Malfoy?" he had recognised the white blond hair even though it was covered in several inches of dirt. Malfoy flinched, the first sign of life since the Aurors had stopped. Then grey orbs of sadness turned towards the voice that had spoken his long forgotten name.

"You know him?" asked an Auror.

"Yes, it's Draco Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy's son." Harry stated as he knelt down next to Draco, what had Voldermort done to you, Harry thought silently as he regarded the figure curled up in a cage.

An icy drawl came from the shadows in a corner, "That is not my son, he may share my late sons name but he is not my son, Potter." Lucius Malfoy was slumped against one of the darkest corners in the dudgeons, he looked weak and sneered at Harry and the rest, as if he was still a rich, well respected gentleman of society. Not a worthless criminal.

Draco flinched and scrambled towards Harry, almost into his lap. He gripped hold of Harry's robes, crying into them, spreading a large wet patch across the ends of his robes. "Master. Please forgive me for being bad Splantine. Splantine has been trained by old wizard Master." Draco knew he would more than likely be punished later for the display and for ruining his Masters' robes, but was so relieved that his rightful Master had finally come for him. Harry started to cough.

A squat, be speckled man in purple robes and a humble face stepped up behind him, he stared down his nose at Draco as if a large muddy stain was on his shoes, not looking at Harry much better. "It looks like you are the animals rightful owner Mr. Potter, could you and your pet come to my office in five minutes please." He was the new ministry of magic from yesterday, a week after the war. Harry was of the opinion that he would shortly become another Fudge.

Draco had been stuffed into a cage and unable to leave it, much to Harry's disgust. He started to cry and tremble when Harry had moved more than a foot away. They were now in the minister's office with Draco in a cage on the floor next to his chair. He'd been kept waiting half an hour. And was furious. "Thank you for waiting. Now to business, you need to register your pet with a name?"

Harry looked at the minister, what he was on about. "His names Draco, same as it's always been."

Draco was relieved; he'd been given his name back after so long. A quick quotes quill scribbled it down for him.

"Not true Mr. Potter, he has had several names in the last couple of years." The minister pondered and then changed the subject when he looked at Draco who was leaning against the side of the cage nearest to Harry. "He hardly seems worth the money of medicine from the looks of things, we could put him down. Miss Umbridge, head of Magical creatures' security has installed some new regulations for animals. She, I know, is not well liked by the majority of Hogwarts students of your generation. A few books with information on them can be found at Flourish and Botts, have a list of the new regulations she has made about pets like yours, Mr. Potter." He had been dismissed.

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