A/N: So this plot bunny just came up as I was writing Yin and Yang. Please tell me what you think about it after reading the prologue.

Lord Voldy is already dead in this story, so the timeline of the story is 5 years after the events of DH. In this story, let us pretend that Lucius got away from a stint in Azkaban because he paid off the ministry (again).

Lucius Malfoy, current head of the Malfoy family, apparated to a small muggle neighbourhood in one of the quieter parts of London. Despite feeling a bit ill due to his proximity to muggles, which were creatures that were no better than animals according to him, he still proceeded to look for a specific house which was reportedly hiding a peculiar secret.

The blonde shuddered as he remembered the details of this secret. He was cursing under his breath as he finally spotted the house that he was looking for. The house was not special in any way compared to other houses in the vicinity; it was as common and as ubiquitous as a house elf in Malfoy Manor. He slowly made his way to the front door and decided to stand there silently as he waited for the softest of noises coming from the inside the house.

A half an hour passed by before he heard any type of sound. A shriek of a young child as if it wasn't fed for a century came from one of the rooms inside the house. Lucius followed where the sound came from and he found himself near the side of the house where the nursery could be seen. He covered his ears because he was quite irritated by the cries of the baby who was still in the cot.

It wasn't long before another person appeared inside the nursery. Lucius guessed that the person who arrived was the baby's mother. The young mother was clothed in a royal blue sweater and a pair of faded jeans; she looked a bit frazzled as she approached the cot. She quickly cooed to the baby and lifted the little human up into her arms.

What Lucius saw shook him to his very core; the little babe who was at the moment being pacified by the mother had the distinct Malfoy blonde hair. That shade of blonde only came out in descendants of the prestigious Malfoy name. This was the evidence that he had been searching for, the dirty secret of his only son Draco Malfoy.

The Patriarch's blood seethed as he thought about the doings of his sole heir. How could he? Lucius thought angrily. Had he not raised him well enough? Was he such a bad parent that his only son ended up sullying his blood lines with filthy muggles? At that moment, Lucius made a decision. He didn't care if he'd end up being hated by Draco; he needed to erase his son's mistake before anyone else found out.

Lucius waited until the cries died down before he went back to the front door. He took a deep breath and calmed himself before he used his cane to knock on the door.

"Coming!" A feminine voice called from inside, it took a few moments before somebody opened the door. Upon setting his eyes on the house's inhabitant, his breath caught in his throat. He wasn't able to see her face clearly from when he was outside, but when he got a closer look, he was shocked to see that the one who opened the door looked exactly like a famous mudblood pest.

"Ms . Granger?" Lucius asked in shock.

The mysterious female looked at him as if he had grown another head, "Who? I'm sorry but I'm not Ms. Granger."

Lucius looked at her carefully. Upon taking in every detail, Lucius realized that although she looked a lot like Potter's mudblood, there were still minor differences. The person in front of him had jet black hair which was cut into a flattering short hairstyle; it was obviously not like the mudblood's brown and unruly hair.

"I apologize. You just looked a lot like an acquaintance of mine." Lucius almost ended with a rude snort. Acquaintance indeed. "However, I would like to ask you if Draco is home at the moment?"

"Oh! How could I be so rude? I should have known! Your blonde hair should have given you away at once. Only Drake has the very same shade of blonde that you have. Please do come in." The female told Lucius at once.

Lucius entered the house slowly, quietly observing the interior of the house with a measuring glance, all he could think was that he didn't think that his son would have chosen to live in such a filthy hovel. He sat on the couch as the female sat on another seat in front of him. He noticed that the female fidgeted as she looked at him nervously.

"Well... my name is Iris. Are you Drake's father by any chance?" the female named Iris had said.

Lucius raised one of his brows; he couldn't believe that this muggle in front of him had the audacity to ask in such a rude manner. "Yes, I am."

Iris finally relaxed in her seat, "Well, welcome. But to be honest, I honestly didn't expect you or any of his family to visit us here."

"And why is that?" Lucius asked.

"Drake never mentioned a lot about his family. But here you are now, isn't this wonderful? I'm sure he'll be thrilled once he comes home." Iris muttered excitedly.

"And where is he exactly?"

"Drake had a business trip. He was gone for a week but he's on his way home right now." Iris explained.

"Is that so? I heard a baby a while ago, is he asleep now?" Lucius probed.

The expression on Iris' face brightened, "Yes, I fed him a bit so he fell asleep again."

"A he?"

"Yes, a boy. His name is Scorpius." Iris said with a contented smile. "I know that it may feel as a bit of a shock to finally get to meet us, but you are welcome here. You are family."

Lucius cringed. By no means was he going to take all of this calmly.

"Let me get you some tea first while we wait for Drake." Iris said as she stood up, she then went to the kitchen to prepare some tea. Lucius sat there for a while, thinking carefully on his next action. Upon making a final decision, he made his way to the kitchen.

Iris was still preparing tea with her back turned towards Lucius. Unaware of the presence of the Malfoy patriarch, she didn't see it when Lucius finally took out his wand and muttered a spell. A shot of green light hit Iris on the back and in an instant she was laying on the floor, motionless with her eyes wide open.

Feeling quite pleased with himself, Lucius left the kitchen and went to the nursery. He slowly approached the cot and peered at the sleeping baby. He contemplated on whether or not to do the same thing to the child as he did with his mother. Upon reaching his decision, he again pointed his want at Scorpius.

It was at that time that the baby woke up. Lucius was surprised to see that Scorpius just stared at him with his innocent grey eyes, eyes that were the exact same shade that Lucius also had. Grandfather and grandson looked steadily at each other for a while before Lucius finally decided to put down his wand.

Lucius Malfoy then did something that he hadn't done since his own son was a babe; he reached for his grandson and took him into his arms. He stared at the little human in his arms for a bit and smiled.

"I'm taking you with me child. Pureblood or not, you are obviously still a Malfoy." Lucius muttered.

And with his final words, he disapparated from the nursery.

*HP*

Draco was a mess. Upon coming home to an empty house, he already knew that something bad had happened to his wife and only child. There were no signs of struggle and there were no traces of blood. It almost seemed as if they just left and disappeared. But he knew better, Iris would never leave him like that.

Although desperate, he knew that turning to the wizarding world for help would be of no use since Iris was a muggle. But he also didn't want to rely on muggle police to search for his family since he had a feeling that whoever had taken his wife and child was from his side of the fence.

He was drowning himself in alcohol inside his study when an owl brought in the day's copy of the Prophet. He lazily scanned the front page of the newspaper, until he fell on a small news article at the side of the front page.

Potter and Granger Magical Investigators Extraordinaire

Famous war heroes, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, have opened

a new magical investigative agency in Diagon Alley to act as a private entity for

clients who would like to avail of the services of both the magical and muggle

community due to their link with both heritage. It is widely known that Ms. Granger

is a muggleborn witch while Mr. Potter was raised by a muggle family. For the

complete interview of Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger, turn to page 4.

Draco didn't read the rest of the article. He quickly laid down his glass of firewhisky and went to his room. He had to get dressed, he was about to pay Potter and Granger a visit.

A/N: So then, should I even continue?