-1Chapter Seven: Minister Malfoy
"Minister?"
"What?"
"Your wife is on the phone."
"Put her through."
Draco picked up the black phone. "Hello?"
"Draco, I need you to take a look at the little Hogwarts section of the paper."
Frowning, he grabbed the thick newspaper, and searched through it until he got to the small article.
"Yeah, what is it?"
"It says that Aiden Malfoy went into Slytherin. I don't know of any other Malfoys. So I'm hoping you can tell me who that is."
"He's my son." His name was Aiden. Wow. He had an eleven year old son in Slytherin. Hermione was probably having a cow.
"Draco, why didn't you tell me you had another son!" Mishaela's voice cracked.
"Look, I didn't think it mattered. His mother won't let me see him, so I don't think-"
"He's your son. You should have at least fought for him. He probably doesn't even know who you are! Go there, go to Hogwarts. I need for the loose ends to be tied up."
Draco sighed. "She won't let me see him. So I won't. Not yet anyway. I know what I'm doing Mish. Just help me with that okay?"
"Don't wait too long, or he won't want to see you."
Two weeks after school started Aiden's life went back to normal. The little name mishap was fixed, and he was the only Potter (Not Malfoy!) to be in Slytherin…Ever.
His father had been crushed, but he couldn't say anything as he had almost gone to the Snake house.
His mother had been the one to fix the problem with his name. Now every time Professor McGonagall said his name she blushed. He was happy with that.
The year passed without any other mishap, and the two Potters returned home to their family.
Two years after Aiden's incident, Luke was in line for his sorting. He knew which house he was going to be in.
"Malfoy, Luke!"
The blond boy quickly went to the stool and sat the hat upon his head.
Two minutes later he was still sitting there, no house chosen yet.
"Slytherin!"
Luke sighed, and went towards his table.
"You look a lot like that third year."
Luke looked up to see Ian Nott, a fellow first year. "So? He has blond hair so do I, It's a common color."
Ian shook his head. "It's the eyes."
Luke rolled his eyes. "Sure. Like someone who has no relation to me at all would have the exact same shade as me. Right."
"Potter, Trenton!"
Trent looked nervously through his brown hair. He really needed to cut it. He walked up to the hat and sat it on his head.
"Hufflepuff!"
Trent rolled his eyes. Great. Three houses down. Liz had gone to Ravenclaw last year. He had been hoping to be in Gryffindor, but his Hufflepuff tendencies got him into his house.
A few seats away Aiden was laughing with his best friend, Ragan. "Kevin, that was the freaking funniest thing you've said all year!" Ragan snorted.
Kevin Crabbe, who was much smarter than his father by far, was the comedian of the group. He only chose to be funny when he wanted to, which wasn't that often, but he made his friends laugh, and that was all that mattered.
Michael Zabini smirked. That was his equivalent to a smile. It was the most you could get from him in a joke.
Craig slapped Kevin's back, and guffawed. Sometimes they thought Craig would have been better suited in Gryffindor, but they would never tell him that.
Aiden smiled, and looked out of the corner of his eye to his brother at the Lion's table.
Liam has grown to be the handsome Gryffindor that his Grandfather was known for, and somewhat the quidditch player his father had been. Liam was good, but he wasn't as good as his father had been in school, and that only made him strive to be better.
Aiden smirked when he thought of his tryout last year for the team. Only one other second year had tried out with him. Two chaser spots, and the seeker position were open. Aiden had originally tried out as a Chaser, but when he dove for what he thought was someone's watch, he made the team as seeker.
His parents has been ecstatic. He had gotten his new broom almost by default.
In October the school got wind that the Minister was coming to Hogwarts to visit with the students. Everyone was talking. He had heard from someone that he had gone to school with his parents, but he doubted it. Why wouldn't he have heard about him?
In early November Minister Draco Malfoy made his visit, and upon his request, stayed in the Slytherin dungeons.
Aiden himself had never gotten a good look at the minister, as no one really read the Prophet at his house. Unfortunately, his mother's mom died the weekend the minister was at Hogwarts, and so Aiden had not gotten to meet him.
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