I own nothing related to Harry Potter or the songs used in this fiction. I just love Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy ad was called Hermione in grade school.

Hush now, my baby
be still, love, don't cry
Sleep as you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember my last lullaby
so I'll be with you when you dream.

"Where is Draco?" Hermione yelled at the people who were running around her. It seemed like hours since she had last caught sight of him, fighting, protecting their little girl. "Larla, come along, my love." She said, placing the five year old on her hip.

"Momma, where's Daddy?" Larla asked.

"I don't know, love, but we'll find him. I promise." She said, smoothing the little girl's blonde hair.

"DRACO!"

"DADDY!"

"DRACO!"

Hermione felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Are you Mrs. Hermione Malfoy?" a woman asked. "My name is River, I am a Healer."

"Yes, Draco Malfoy is my husband." Hermione said her heart dropping into her stomach. "This is our daughter, Larla. Please, is my husband okay?"

"Follow me."

Dread crept into Hermione's heart as she followed closely behind the Healer. Was Draco hurt badly? Or worse…was he…NO! She couldn't think like that.

"Mione." A weak voice said.

"Draco!" Hermione put down Larla and dropped next to her husband.

He was bleeding. Even after years and years of putting her life on the line with Harry and Ron, Hermione never remembered seeing that much blood. She gently cradled his head in her lap, tears falling down her cheeks.

"Mione." He said again, raising a hand to gently caress her cheek.

River, oh river
Fly swiftly for me
such precious cargo you bear
Do you know somewhere
he can heal soon
River, deliver him there...

"Mrs. Malfoy."

She looked up at River, through tear streaked eyes.

"We need to get him out of here so he can heal."

"Is there any way I can go with him?"

River shook her head slowly. "Our location is unknown to everyone. When we take him, you will not be able to see or hear from your husband until we bring him back to you."

She looked down at Draco and whispered. "I love you" before kissing him as gently as she could. He reached up and held her there, deepening the kiss with everything he had, knowing it would be the last time in a while that he would kiss her.

River smiled and levitated Draco away.

Hermione broke down in tears before remembering that her daughter was probably confused but when she turned, Larla was gone.

"Larla?" she asked, looking around.

"LARLA!"

Daddy, you're safe now
and safe may you stay
for I have a prayer just for you:
Get well, Daddy.
Come back someday
Come and deliver us, too...

Larla, being as small as she was, was able to weave through the crowd with no trouble. She was following River. That woman was not going to take away her Daddy without her saying 'goodbye'.

"LARLA!"

She turned at her mother's voice but kept running towards her Daddy.

"Daddy!"

"Larla?" Draco turned to look at his daughter, running at him.

She gently hugged him.

"Where's your mother?" he asked, petting her hair.

"Back at the tent."

"Larla Trevelyn Malfoy." He groaned. "You know you aren't supposed to leave her side."

"I wanted to say goodbye." She said, tears falling from her grey eyes.

Draco wrapped his arms around her, cradling her close to him.

"The lady said that you're gonna get better and come back to Momma and me."

"I am, Larla, I will always come back for you and your mother." He said, kissing her head.

"Love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, baby girl." He said. "Now go find your Momma."

Larla started walking back to her mother, looking back over her shoulder. Draco offered her a small smile, waving goodbye.

Larla waved back before running back to her mother. She threw her arms around her mother's neck as she watched the Healer take her father away.

Hermione watched also, holding their daughter tight, remembering how much their life had changed since Hogwarts, wishing she could go back.