A/N this chapter will be the start of the actual struggle like the title says. I think this is probably the best chapter I've wrote so far.

Chaeli- Harry will see Emily but not for a little while longer.

HPFan Emily will be playing a big part in this story but it won't happen for quite some time.

Conversations

For the next several weeks Draco had not gone to visit Harry. After the first visit he had taken Emily and gone back to their home. He started to withdraw from the rest of the world even going as far as to let the house elves go, telling them to go to Hogwarts and work. Even his usual temperament had changes and instead of being happy or even his usually mean self had become angry and depressed. Several times he would just blow up and start throwing things around the house.

His normally clean and exceptionally neat clothes were now dirty and disheveled. His hair looked like it hadn't been washed or even brushed in ages. Overall, he looked like someone who should be living on the streets instead of having money and a nice home.

The only thing that Draco at this point even cared about was Emily. He was more tentative to her and would always be holding her and gently rocking her. It was like she had become his rock, a rock that allowed him to keep one foot in sanity. Emily never noticed that there was anything wrong with her father, instead she just laughed and giggled. She even started forgetting to play with her toys and would always run to Draco to be picked up and played with.

One particular day Hermione was sitting in Dumbledore's office sipping tea. She had just come back from a visit with Harry. It had been a strange visit as he seemed to have become quieter then before. She tried to get him to open up and talk little, even going as far as to tell him more stories about him. But no matter what she did or say Harry was more distant then he had been. Now she sat there with the Headmaster discussing the situation.

"Albus, Harry seems to be withdrawing into himself. I tried to get him to talk about whatever was bothering, but he just sat there staring off into space. I even tried talking to him about our first years at school and he didn't even acknowledge me or ask any questions. I don't know what else to do to help him. I feel so useless when it comes to him," she said sounding sad.

"I know how you feel Miss Granger. I have been trying to find anything that will help him with his memory, but so far I am at a loss," Dumbledore replied sounding older then he was.

"Sir, has Draco gone to see Harry lately?"

"I am afraid to say that Mr. Malfoy has not visited him since a few days after the battle. He seems to have closed himself off to everyone."

"What do you mean, hasn't he talked to Severus," She asked sounding shocked. Dumbledore just shook his sadly.

They both fell into a quiet silence and contemplated what was happening. They both had been overjoyed at the defeat of the most evil wizard since Grindlewald, but then everything had become more complicated since that day. They had mixed emotions when it came to what happened to Harry. Neither one wanted to believe that Harry was injured beyond care and that his Memory seemed to have vanished just like the Dark Lord's soul. Dumbledore himself had taken it extremely hard since he always considered Harry like a Grandson and felt as if his whole childhood was a huge mistake. A mistake that he wished he could have changed many times over the last several years. Hermione on the other hand had taken it even worse then he had. She threw herself into books trying to find something that would help him. She had even postponed her wedding to Ron saying that she wanted to wait until Harry could be there. At the time Ron fought with her about it saying that Harry would have wanted them to get married. But he finally relented when she pointed out that Harry was supposed to have been his best man.

"There has to be something that we can do. I just can't sit back and see him like this", she cried trying to hold back her tears that threatened to fall.

"I understand how you feel but I am afraid that we may just have to wait and see if his memory comes back on its own."

"What about Draco? Is it possible that he could help Harry?"

"Yes it is possible, but I am afraid that we won't be able to count on his help. I am unsure if he is all right," he stated sadly.

"Wait you mean no one knows if he is all right. What about Emily?"

"We do not know. No one has been able to get inside. He has cut off the fireplace from the floo system, blocked any apparating into the house and he won't answer the door."

"This is ridiculous. He is being a prat and I for one am not going to let him or Emily suffer alone," she stated and stood up to leave.

"Miss Granger, what do you propose to do about the situation with young Mr. Malfoy," he asked looking at her intently.

"I am going to go over there and give him a piece of my mind," she stated calmly. And with that she strolled determinedly towards the apparating location. Dumbledore just chuckled slightly and hoped that Miss Granger could help him.

A few minutes later Hermione appeared with a pop in a small alley near where Draco and Harry lived. Making sure that no one was looking down the alley she made her out and towards the house. She was determined to give Draco a piece of her mind. He couldn't let himself fall apart and shut himself away just because Harry had been injured. Also he needed to get a grip on himself for Emily's sake and this was what she was going to tell him.

Reaching the front door she stopped and rummaged inside her pants to find the key that they guys had given her several months ago. At the time she thought they were both crazy for giving to her. They had told that they wanted her to have it so that she would be able to check on the house when they went on their vacation in July for Harry's birthday. She still had tried to refuse it, but now was glad that she had finally caved in and accepted it. Putting the key into the lock, she opened it and stepped inside. She was surprised at how dark it was and began to feel uneasy as to what she would find.

Walking into the small living room she stopped dead in her tracks as her mouth fell open in shock. The house looked like a mess as if a tornado had touched down. There were several dirty dishes lying around and some that were in pieces on the floor. A lot of Emily's toys were strewn all over and even one of the child's blankets sat over the back of the couch. She could smell several foul odors in the air, quickly realizing that there were probably dirty nappies and rotten food in the room that Draco had just left where they were. She began to get a little worried at not seeing Draco or even a house elf.

"Draco Malfoy -Potter get your arse down here this minute," she shouted sounding like Molly Weasley when she was mad at one of her kids.

A few minutes later Draco came down the stairs carrying Emily. Emily was cooing slightly as she sucked on a bottle. He looked like a heard of hippogriffs had stampeded over him. His hair was dirty and matted. His usual pristine robes were dirty in appearance with several stains that were clearly made by Emily. She noticed that his eyes looked dead and cold as he stopped at the foot of the stairs.

Seeing him like this her anger evaporated leaving only shock and sadness in its wake. She clamped her mouth shut and tried not to stare at him. Her mind was now completely confused as to what was happening here. She wasn't sure what she should say to him or what to even do at this point. This was the first time since she knew Draco, which she actually began to feel sorry for the once arrogant, spoiled, selfish git that he used to be.

"What do you want Granger," Draco asked in a cold tone.

"Draco what is going on? I've never seen you like this."

"I don't believe this concerns you in any way."

"Oh yes it does Malfoy. It is no longer just about you, there are Emily and even Harry to think about."

"Don't you bring him into this," he hissed.

"Draco he needs you and so does Emily. You can't just let yourself fall apart like this. We're not in school anymore. I thought you loved him."

"I do love him and I am taking care of Emily. Now I think you should leave," he said and started to go back upstairs.

"No you don't Draco, you are going to stand there and listen or I'm going to hex you," she said sounding dangerous. "Just because Harry is in a horrible condition doesn't mean you can just walk away. He needs you more then he ever has. He also needs Emily just as much. You maybe the only person who can truly help him get through this rough time.

"I cannot help him Granger. I have lost the only person who saw the real me," he said now sounding depressed and lonely.

"How can you say that? Harry loved you with all his heart and he still does. You have to try and help him just like he helped you."

"Look don't you think I want to help him. Don't you think I want him back? I would do anything to have the real Harry back. You know that there isn't anything I can do. I just want this nightmare to end," he said his voice breaking with emotion.

"You can help him. You can go and see him, talk about your life together, tell him about Emily. There are lots of ways that you can help him and just maybe you will be able to help him get some of his memory back. Now why don't I take Emily to my house for awhile? You can get yourself straightened out go see Harry," she said. Draco thought about it for a minute before nodding in agreement.

Fifteen minutes later Hermione and Emily had left. Draco found that the house was even colder and darker then it had been. He sat in his favorite velvet green chair and stared at the mantle of the fireplace. His eyes were looking directly at a picture of him and Harry that had been taken on their graduation day from Hogwarts. He stood up and walked over there, picking up the picture and staring at it. He was remembering how wonderful that day had been for the two of them. It had been a day full of surprises and excitement. A small smile played on his lips as he remembered that it had been the day when they decided to get married and move into a home of their own.

"Bloody hell, how am I supposed to help him? Why did I have to fall in love with Harry Potter," he screamed as he threw the picture across the room and broke down crying.

A/N There has been a lot of hits to this story but not a lot of reviews. Please send me a review, I don't care if you like it or not. I would like all feedback that will help me with the rest of the story.