Miss Granger's eyes narrowed, insulted by his comment. "You have never complained about my hair. You've always said it was lovely."

"I've never in my life made a comment to your hair before this day, and I—" He was cut off by a cry of a child. "The bloody hell is that?!" he demanded in alarm.

"It's your turn is what it is," Miss Granger grumbled, laying back down and covering her head with a pillow.

"My turn for what? Where'd that baby come from— did you bring a baby here? I didn't know you had children, Miss Granger."

She unburied her head to look at him again. "Did you hit or head or something?"

"What?"

"That's exactly what I'm asking. And why are you calling me Miss Granger? You haven't called me that since before we were married."

The child was now screaming with demands, and it was starting to penetrate Draco's head. "Do something about that baby!"

"Well, you're his father, and it's your turn!"

"Are you insane, woman?!" he hissed, trying all that he could not to shout at her. "I'm no father! I have no kids, I have no wife—" He stopped in mid-sentence, catching sight of something that sat on the cupboard next to the bed. It was a picture of he and Miss Granger. A wedding picture. He snatched it up with shaking hands, gawking at it.

"What's going on?!" But the woman didn't answer him, she was no longer in the room. The baby cries mellowed down shortly after, and he stumbled out of the room, his eyes wandering around in horror.

This wasn't his Manor!

It was smaller, incredibly smaller— crammed more like. And there were family pictures and decorations for Christmas all over the walls. Most of them were messily made with red and green ink scribbles like an invalid had attempted to draw an abundance of holiday icons.

What in Merlin's name was going on?!

"Daddy!" a child squealed suddenly, making him jump, and he heard footsteps pounding up to him. A split-second later, something attacked him from behind, and he let out a yelp.

Tiny hands linked around his leg, and the little girl that latched herself to him was in a series of giggles. "It's Christmas Eve!" she exclaimed with excitement, her white head of curls bounced with excitement. "Can we make treats for Father Christmas?!"

"I'm not your—"

"Honestly, Draco, can't you put on a robe?" Miss Granger stood at a doorway down the hall with baby hung at her hip. He was currently shirtless, in just a pair of shorts.

The baby started whimpering at the sight of Draco. "Here, take Rigel, I'll get Anna dressed." Before Draco could protest, the baby had been shoved into his arms.

"Papa!" the baby said, stuffing a holiday themed toy into his mouth.

Draco looked at him and then to the room that Miss Granger had disappeared into with the little girl.

"Are you going to get dressed or not?!"

Draco's head was in a swirl of confusion. He went back to the bedroom that he had woken up in to find his wand, setting the baby onto the bed.

"Bouss!" the child squealed, breathing hard in excitement and stumbling to climb up to his feet where he awkwardly began jumping in place. He fell backward and burst out into happy giggles.

Draco scoured the room for his wand, keeping an eye on the baby to make sure he didn't wonder too close to the edge where he could fall off.

"Ah-ha!" Draco cheered when he found it. Now he could get out of this hell hole and apparate to the Manor! He set the baby on the floor where he could safety crawl around, and then Draco cast the spell.

Nothing happened.

He eyed his wand over. It didn't appear to be broken. To test it, he pointed it to the bed, and with a spell it was neatly made.

Strange…

"Oh, good, you made the bed already!" Miss Granger said with gratitude. "Get dressed, I'll meet you down in the kitchen!" She then scooped up the baby who had crawled over to her and walked off.

I've got to get out of here! These people are crazy!

Draco found an exit out the back, and he shivered instantly when he stepped out into the snowy winter that greeted him. A broom was propped up by the door, and he snatched it, taking off in a heartbeat.

"Where are you going?"

Draco skidded to a sudden halt. The ghost of his mother appeared directly in front of him.

"You can't leave your family on Christmas!"

"Those people aren't my family! They're a bunch of crazies! That woman is mad, and she's whacked up her children too!"

Mother bowed her head. "They are your family for the moment, Draco. And only when you accept them as such will you be allowed to go back to your original life."

"What?" he demanded. She said no more, disappearing into the blizzardy wind.

"Mother!" he cried. "Come back! Don't do this to me! Please!"

She did not answer his pleas.

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