Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter. That all goes to J.K Rowling. Although if there is anything you don't recognize from the books, movies, or real life, it's probably mine.

Well...this chapter was a pain in the ass to write. Sorry it is taking me so long to get these out to your guys, I've just been uninspired lately. Have no fear, we are getting closer to the part that in the whole focal point to this story. Yay!

"Here We Go"

Looking at his watch, eleven twenty-five. Draco ran a hand over his stubble chin. Five more minutes.

Five more minutes, until he questioned someone whom he used to admire. Someone that, unlike his own father, treated him with kindness and care. Yes, there were times when he was cold towards Draco, but that was understandable. This man, Draco respected him. Once he saw his name on that list, Draco became conflicted. How could this man willing stand by as an innocent child was left alone. The same man who told Draco to never give up on family. That family was the most important thing. How could this man stand by as his own blood was left alone.

Staring into his coffee, Draco tried to calm himself. When he sent off the letter, he hadn't expected an answer as quick as it came. Asking his once mentor to meet for lunch. Saying he wanted to talk for old times sake. Hearing the old door of The Leaky Cauldron opening, Draco shot his attention towards the door. Seeing an elder witch walk in, Draco focused his attention to his watch.

Eleven twenty-eight.

Finishing his coffee, Draco waved a hand for the barmaid.

"Yes sir, another coffee?" The young girl asked.

Simply nodding his head, the girl took his empty cup and made her way towards the bar.

Eleven twenty-nine.

Any minute now, he would walk through the door. If he was being honest with himself, Draco was terrified.

"Here you go sir. Anything else?" Draco shook his head and gripped his cup tight.

The jingle seemed deafening to Draco. He looked up, and there he stood.

"Draco, my boy."

Draco smiled and offered his hand for the man to shake. "Mr. Gale, it's wonderful to see you again."

"Have you had any luck with the whole finding your family quest?" Charlie asks.

"A little bit, but not much hope." Tori said putting her fork down.

"Why?"

"Well, Draco told me that the few names we had, the people were dead. So, I'm not sure where that puts everything." Tori sighed as sh pushed her food away from her.

"Okay." Charlie paused "How's the wedding coming along?"

"It's going great. My mom and Narcissa have really got everything under control. Draco and I have hardly had to lift a finger. We pretty much have to say yes or no to whatever they throw in front of our faces. They have been nagging me to choose my bridesmaids. Thankfully Draco only has three groomsmen, though I don't think I know three girls." Tori moaned as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"You don't know any girls?"

"No! I mean, I didn't have many friends at Hogwarts, just Dennis and Matilda. Then after school I was around men mostly, and there aren't that many women in our department anyway." Tori pointed out to her beloved friend. "Enough about me, what about you? Are you bringing a date to my wedding. Please tell me you aren't bringing that blonde bimbo secretary on the third floor."

"Down woman. All is well with me. Just enjoying a nice vacation away from handlers and other hotheaded Dragonologists. No, I am not, Nancy, the blonde bimbo secretary from the third floor. Though I am bringing a date."

"Really?! Who?" Wide eyed, Tori looked at her much older best friend.

"It's a surprise." Charlie waved his fingers in the air.

"Oh come on, you can tell me." Tori gave him a big smile.

"That may work on Draco, but not on me. Just wait and see."

"I hate you right now." Tori sat back in her chair and pouted.

"No you don't." Charlie kicked her heeled foot lightly. "Okay, let's get you back to the office before they have a melt down."

Tori laughed as Charlie gave her a hand to stand. Leaving a few coins on the table, the duo payed for their meal and left the small restaurant to head back to the Ministry.

"It's been great catching up with you Draco."

"You too Mr. Gale."

"How many times do i have to tell you, Rupert is just fine." Rupert gave Draco a small nudge in the shoulder. "By the way, did you father ever use that little tip I gave him?"

"Tip?"

"Yes, your father and I had lunch the other day and he asked the oddest question. He asked me what a starting point would be for tracing a lineage. Which I thought was odd considering the Malfoy's have it traced back to the dawn of our time. Nonetheless I told him, checking one's wand is a surefire way. Best way to do so would be with a wand maker or even at Azkaban."

"How do you know that?"

"My boy, you don't work on the Wizenagmot for 35 years without knowing a few tricks of the trade, as they say."

Taking a large gulp of his coffee, was it is fourth of fifth cup, he couldn't remember.

"Draco, are you gonna tell me why you really wanted to have lunch? You hardly touched your food and that's your sixth cup of coffee." Rupert looked at the younger man with kind eyes. Ones that Draco had definitely seen before.

"Okay. So, my fiance Victoria, well...she's adopted, and ever since she talked to those hags at our engagement party about having kids, she's been on this war path to find her birth parents. So she and I talked to both our parents about it and we had looked into it for weeks before Tori was about to give up. Then one night at dinner, my father asked Tori if she was completely serious, and she is very serious, then he told her about this idea that might have worked. Going to Azkaban and having them look at her wand. He obviously got the thought from you. So she went, and whatever they did worked, because she came to see me at work with a list of names whom she was directly blood related to." Taking a short pause to gather his breath, Draco finally let out. "Your name was there."

"My name?"

"Yes, your name."

"And your fiance, her name is Victoria?"

"Yes." Draco was beginning to feel a little frustrated that he kept repeating what he already said.

Rupert rubbed his chin. This couldn't possibly be the same Victoria could it? If it were, than Draco would be older than his Victoria. Had it really been that long ago since that night? If this Victoria was indeed his Victoria, she would be a grown woman by now. And if it were, how had their paths not crossed? If she was known enough to be marrying into the Malfoy family, then he should know her parents. This couldn't possibly be his Victoria, it just couldn't. Then...maybe.

"What exactly are you proposing Draco? That, I am this girls father?"

"Well, maybe. I'm not sure. There isn't much to go on. Victoria's parents adopted her from some orphanage in France. That was the first place he tried, but the head of the orphanage didn't have much to tell us. Only that one night, she walked outside when she heard someone knocking on the door and when she got outside there was no one there, just a small baby in a basket."

Rupert tried his hardest to kept the soft gasp behind his lips, but failed horribly. It was his Victoria. The girl who was marrying the boy in front of his was his granddaughter.

"Mr. Gale? What is it?"

"I'd like to meet her." He gasped out. "Can I meet my granddaughter?"

"Granddaughter?" Draco asked in shock.

Rupert simply nodded.

"I have to talk to Tori. I can't give you answer to that without talking to her first."

"Understandable. I must ask another favor from you Draco."

"Yes?"

"Can we keep this between the three of us for the moment. I'm not sure I'm going to tell my wife, and of course, her mother."

"You mean her mother is still alive."

"Yes, but before you begin to cast judgement Draco, let me speak with Victoria first. That is, if she'll want to talk to me."

"I am sure she will Mr. Gale."

Rupert stood up from his chair, grabbing his cloak and throwing a few coins on the table for his food and drink, he looked Draco in the eye. "Please Draco, not a word of this to anyone. Not even your father."

"Yes sir." Shaking his hand, Draco watched Rupert walk out of the pub and into the busy street of Diagon Alley.

'How am I going to tell Tori?' Running a shaky hand through his pulled back hair, Draco put the remaining tab on the table and left in a hurry for the Ministry, he still had a day of work ahead of him before he was even able to go back to the flat he and Tori shared in London.

AN: Short, I know. Like I said, this was a hard chapter to write. Good things in the coming chapters!