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Harry sat in his office, a wizard of great distinction even beyond the death of Lord Voldemort. Neville had come in and brought him the prophet. He amused himself with the articles on Draco Malfoy's accent to the leading candidate for Minister of Magic. He couldn't help chuckling to himself, Draco had always had a knack for biting off much more than he could chew. Harry shook his head as he looked for any reported crimes that might need his or Ron's attention. Lacking anything sufficently telling, he moved back to the aritcle on Malfoy and read:

"I know what my beliefs have been in the past," Said Draco Malfoy, the strongest of all the candidates. "I still believe that Muggle borns are at risk here, but they are at risk of harm anywehre they may live. I have stood firm on my stance of pureblood being important, however, I also have no problem with those who are not."

"What of those who say your rise to power would be a slap in the face to men like Dumbledore and others who laid down their lives in the fight against Voldemort?" A reporter shouts bitterly from the crowd. The grooves of Malfoy's forehead show a turmoil for the question. He coughs loud and then speaks in a very forced voice.

"I ask only that you would give me the opportunity to serve the wizarding world as your representitive and judge me accordingly, if you see me unfit for any reason, feel free to say no. I'll understand."

Harry read on and occasionally glanced up at the moving photograph of Draco Malfoy, he was well defined, a true politican, with dark secrets, Harry knew. Harry wondered to himself if Draco had in the moment the name Dumbledore had been mentioned, relived the night in the tower. Over the years, Harry had often thought of Draco, how instrumental the man had been in defeating voldemort without even meaning to. He felt guilty never approaching the man to tell him that he had indeed never helped kill Dumbledore. Draco Malfoy was perhaps the most complex soul Harry had ever encountered. He found that his obssesion with Malfoy's personal life had crept into his work on more than one occasion and also, in on his marriage. Ginny had never made an issue of it, but whenever the subject of Draco came up, she seemed oddly keen on tuning her husband out.

Ron came in unanounced. He almost never knocked before coming in and Harry was used to it. "Can you believe this rubbish on Malfoy, Harry? It looks like he's got a good shot at being Minister right now." Ron smashed his own prophet up in his hands, "Unbelieveable, this is what I get for saving his life." Ron shook his head.

"Yeah, it is hard to imagine, but then again, could he be worse than Fudge was when we were kids?" Harry interjected stopping Ron's Draco bashing.

"Nah, I think you're right there." Ron admitted. "Anything new?" Ron pointed to Harry's open Prophet.

"Not at the moment." Harry sighed, taking a sip of coffee from a mug that Albus made him in transfiguration. "I think ever since we broke up that magic item smuggling ring, people have been hesitating to start any new bussiness in london atleast." Harry sipped his cup again. "Why? Are you bored?" Harry smiled looking at his redheaded friend and partner in law enforcement.

"Well, it's just, I'd like to have something to talk to Hermione about so I didn't have to listen to her about her job every night. It's horribly boring and all she does is go on and on about how amazing it is, I just try to stay awake." Ron's look made Harry backwash with laughter into his coffee and set down the cup to clean his mouth. "I'm glad my pain amuses you Harry, you insensitive git!"

"Sorry." Was all Harry could manage with a smile on his face imagining Ron trapped with Hermione talking his ear off about some ancient runes she'd found in some book. "You married her." Harry said smiling even more at Ron's now angry glare. Ron was easy to goad into anger sometimes.

Draco was glad to be out of the media firestorm for a few days. He'd made the rounds and talked to the entire country in the last month and his body seemed to relish the ability to sit down next to a decent fire with green tea and read the prophet. He was ahead in the polls it seemed, but that question from the reporter had done damage to him, maybe not as a candidate, but as a person. He'd been so close to Dumbledore when he died. He watched the life leave the man's eyes. Draco had wrestled with horrible nightmares for almost an entire year over those events. He tried to stop the thoughts, the intense shame he felt. Draco hated to think that that reporter might be right. Draco was drawn out of his thoughts by his wife. He took a warm sandwich she offered and nodded his thanks.

"A long day dear?" His wife asked him gently, sitting in a chair directly beside his.

"Yes, unbearable, but understandable as well." He sighed as she placed her hand on his. His eyes closed at her touch. She reminded him so much of the way his mother would care for him, always placing her hand on his when he was tired or worn out or just plain scared, to show him she was there.

"I read the prophet today sweetie, you handled that reporter so well. Don't worry about it. If you want I could have him removed at the next press conference." She rand her hand in light caresses along his.

He waved her off, "No, if I can't face a reporter, I can't be minister." His words were more angry than he'd meant them to sound.

She kissed him gently, "You'll be great, you're the right man for the job Draco, I know you are."

"I hope you're right." Draco said, not convinced in the slightest and still wondering why the hell he was doing this. He focused on a paper he was reading, propping his head up with his hand as he slumped a little left in the chair. He had alot to read before his next speech and friendly debate. Draco's wife, seeing his lack of attention got up to leave, then suddenly realizing she had forgotten something important, turned around to face her husband.

"Your Mother is fetching Scorpious for the holiday break Draco, she should be here within the hour." She said simply and turned from the room, not expecting a reply. Draco let the words hang in the air as he forced himself to focus. He didn't mind his son coming home, but the relationship with his mother had gotten, intresting. Over the last few months when Draco had decided, through the persauding of his wife to run for minister, she had taken an unusually intrested approach. She loved him, but she definitely knew how to get in the way.

Draco must have dozed off because the next thing he heard was the voices of people entering his home. Scorpius ran into the study where Draco sat and threw his arms around his father's shoulders. Draco didn't know what to do about his son's wild behavior, it was so unsettling, but Draco had told himself years ago that he would learn from his mistakes and not make his son feel the same way he had for most of his life. He hugged the boy awkwardly.

"Scorpious darling, you are a Malfoy, be proud, such outbursts are not befitting of your status." Draco eyed his mother who said those words to him when he was very little.

"He's fine mother," Draco said with enough harshness to make his point. "Scorpious, take your things and unpack, we will talk later." Draco gave a short squeeze of his son and let him go.

"Father, I wanna show you what I-" The boy said excitedly.

"Scorpious, your things first, then you may show me whatever it is." Draco said quite calmly, but not cold, the way his father had always been to him on such matters. Draco watched as his son who was slightly dejected by his father's attitude moved from the room.

"If you don't teach him now Draco, he'll never be propper for high society." His mother lectured.

"Mother, he is not your son, I will raise him how I see fit! Is there some reason why you are here? Please don't waste my time, I have very little of it these days."

"So I have heard." Narcissa replied Icily.

In the end, the conversation ended as it always did. Draco yelling, his mother storming to a floo. It hadn't been easy these last few months, but it was even worse with the constant interference of his mother and father with this whole election. They were still consumed by power and greed. Draco may have been, but that was definitely before Scorpious was born. Draco was changed by this boy. He was so like Harry Potter, for some reason though, he found that that made it easier to love him. As the boy grew and learned the world around him, he was curious, mischievious and caring, once bringing Draco a wounded Gnome he had found in the garden and insisting that it be healed.

He looked at his son's discarded griffyndor scarf on the floor and found himself oddly fanscinated by the fact that it laid there. He walked oved and picked it up and ran his fingers over the matierial as if it held some secret. He was momentarily lost in it's gold and red colors. He was brought out of his thoughts when the wards signaled the approach of some wizards. He didn't think anything of it and muttered the words to take down the wards.

"I've got it!" He called to his wife who was in the kitchen. He walked to the front room where large double doors lead to the outside. He opened the door, his eyes widened and his face paled.

"Surprised to seem me?" Asked his old friend Goyle, who pushed his way inside past him. "I've seen what you have been doing Draco, amazing isn't it, what one can achieve by standing for nothing." Draco watched unable to speak as Goyle surveyed his home. "You are a coward Draco, did you think no one might ever collect their debts from you?" Draco gripped his wand. No one had seen Goyle since his short stint in Azkaban. Draco swallowed hard.

"Why are you here?" He tried to hide his fear.

Goyle turned to him and spoke sharpily, "I intend to collect your debt to us." Goyle's smile drained the color from Draco's face.

"To Who?" Draco was terrified now.

"The last Death eaters!" Goyle spoke the words and all of the sudden there were twenty or so cloaked wizards in his home, the screams he heard from his wife said that those were just the ones he could see.

"I want to know where it is, Draco, you just have to tell me, I know you know!" Goyle yelled over the screaming of now his wife and struggling son.

"I don't know what you want!" Draco bit out, fear present as a stench on his words.

As they now stood, face to face. Draco's wand dropped in a clatter on the floor, there was too many to fight. "Please," He begged, this made Goyle smile. "I don't know what you mean!" Draco could tell that there was wetness in his eyes, but he couldn't stop it. Two men, one holding a boy, the other a woman, joined Draco at his sides.

"You do know what I want!" It's in your vault at Gringotts." Draco's eyes went wide.

"No! I can't-anyth-I can't!" His pleas made Goyle laugh deep and heartily.

"You are such a coward." Goyle spat at his old friends feet. "Perhaps you need convincing?!" Goyle extended his wand at Draco's wife and before he could protest, Goyle spoke, "Avada Kedava!" Draco's face screwed up in horror as he watched his wife go limp in the man's arms, her eyes wide with emptiness.

"Damn you," Draco spat, summoning his wand. He knew his son would be next. His face turned to determined rage. He only got about two or three spells off before he felt his head be knocked from behind, he felt his body stiffen in a binding curse. He couldn't even see his face was press against the hard marble floor.

"You have four weeks to secure the item, Or we kill your son." Goyle spoke as he kneeled at Draco's body. "It's a pretty simple choice really." Goyle stood up and Draco heard the deatheaters start to leave. He heard one kick his wife's body on the way out. He wanted more than anything to strike back, he couldn't however and the last thing he heard were the pleas from his son for his now dead mother.

"Scorpious." He moaned, struggling against the magic bonds, fresh tears erupted from his face. "Scorpious." He said again in frustation and fear.

The crack of appriation was heard and then, a terribly familiar voice spoke. "Doing killing curses is a crime Mr. Malfoy." Ron weasely seemed to instantly know something was wrong. However, Draco knew, it was too late.

End Chapter 1

A/N: So this is the legit first chapter and you now will see how things begain. I will leave the test chapter up because it will give me a goal to get to. As always, reviews are welcome and Ideas and opinions on the story as a whole are always helpful.