Harry looked at the man, the main reason beyond Draco, he had not wanted to return. He knew Draco hadn't betrayed him, and now they were reunited with their sons, but this man he was even angrier with. He was sure Albus was behind this, that he was involved with the plot to break them up, which drove him to leaving. He never understood, he thought of Albus like a grandfather, until he realized just how manipulative he was. He should have known when the man faked his death, but he was so relieved he was alive, and told himself it was because of the war. But then there was the faking of Remus' death, to make Harry so upset, he would face Voldemort. And after the war, when he was done school and should have been free to pursue his own life, there was Ginny. The man had claimed he wanted Harry happy, he considered him a grandson, but he cared about nothing but power. He had tried to destroy Harry's love life, and his reputation, until he had come back to him.

He looked at his dad, and motioned to the twins, he didn't want them to hear. He had no idea how the old man found them, he had not had any run ins with him since his return, thankfully. But even if his return had not been in the papers, he knew Molly or Ginny would have told him.

Remus took the boys by the hand. "You know I saw a park back there, how about we go play while daddy talks?"

Harry saw his son's worried look. "Go with Grandpa and Teddy, me and Uncle Draco will come soon I promise."

Albus smiled. "Harry my boy I am so happy to see you. I was a bit disappointed to learn you were in the country, and didn't come."

Harry almost felt like laughing at him. "For tea and some of your lemon drops? I think we both know those days are long gone."

Draco stood between them. "I have no idea how you knew we were here, but you'll leave."

Albus smirked at Draco. "I'd watch what you say, if you still want to have a job to return too."

Draco was reminded he worked for the man, but like his Uncle, he was not about to be pushed around. He had worked at the hospital when he first finished his training, having not wanted to work under Albus, after everything. But when Horace had retired, he had asked Draco to take over for him, and had reminded Draco of his Uncle. Draco had become a potions master because of him, and Severus would have been so proud, to see Draco take over for him. He had taken the position, and simply avoided as much contact with Albus, as was possible.

Harry couldn't believe the audacity of the man, it seemed nothing had changed, in six years. He didn't know why he was surprised, the man had made an art of running people's lives, not simply Harry's. He knew Severus and Lucius as well, making them spy, instead of pardons.

Harry reminded the man. "I don't think you'd get his firing past the student governors. Last I looked Lucius was still head of them."

Draco agreed. "And between Harry and I we have a further three seats on them, thanks to our godfathers and his dad."

Albus was reminded Severus left Draco the Prince title. "The power of the governors is archaic, and will be lessened soon."

Harry moved to go past him. "Good luck with that. We have seen your success with the Wizengamot. I guess you need a new obsession."

Albus stopped him. "Harry we need to speak. I have been worried about you since you left. You know you are all but my grandson, your…"

Harry cut him off. "My parents were like your children? Bull. You would have sacrificed them for the better good at the drop of a hat."

For all his talk about love, Albus showed absolutely no concern for human life, sometimes. He was more willing to sacrifice his own men, than Voldemort had ever been. Voldemort may have tortured them from time to time, but those who were loyal to him, he was loyal too as well. Albus had no problem using anyone, to get what he needed done, even children. Draco had told Harry, that Voldemort had a rule that you had to be seventeen to take the mark. In the first war he hadn't, Severus and Lucius had been sixteen when they were forced into the mark, but even then they had not been allowed to be full members. Albus could have got them a pardon, there was proof they had been tortured into the mark, but had instead forced them to spy. Harry had learned things like the philosopher's stone had been a set up, and Albus encouraged his name into the cup, during the tournament. He had known Moody was a fake, and he allowed it to play out, the end more important.

Albus watched him. He was relieved when Ginny told him Harry was back. He had been angered when the plan had failed six years ago. Harry was meant to dump Draco, see what slime he was, and return to the fold. But he was back, and Albus wasn't about to lose a second time.

Albus looked off to where the boys were. "They lost their Papa recently I have heard. I am sure they could use all the family they can get."

Harry smirked. "They have plenty of family thank you, including their grandparents. They don't need an old coot wanting them for power."

Albus attempted to look hurt. "Harry I don't know what lies you have been told, but I made mistakes before. But now you see I'm right."

Draco smirked. "He sees you were right about me? If you haven't noticed I'm here with Harry and Our sons."

Harry spoke before Albus could respond. "You have taken six years of Draco from me and the boys, no more. Now leave."

Albus turned to go but called. "This isn't over. We both know how he betrayed you in that hotel, and he will do it again."

Harry shared a look with Draco, and knew he had just confirmed his part, even though they knew. No one, except those Harry told, would have known about the hotel, but those involved. He had no idea who the two in bed had been, he had a feeling perhaps Ginny, but it all stunk of Albus. The bar tender who had been watching the bar, no one had seen him before, or since. What worried Harry the most right now, was how the man knew they were there, and if he would know about the new home. Remus had returned with the boys, and quietly told Harry he had been using a spell Moody showed him, to see if there was a trap spell somewhere. He confirmed, when they had come to Godric's Hollow, it set one off.

Remus assured him. "He knew you'd come back here. I turned off the spell, and there is no way for the man to know of your new home."

Lucius knew the boys needed answers, about what happened six years ago. They had their suspicions of course, that Albus and the red heads were part of it, but they had no proof. They were getting close once again, and healing old wounds, but they deserved to have closure. He told his son to focus on Harry, and his precious sons of course, and not on revenge. It was not because he didn't think his son deserved it, but Draco lost so much time, he should focus on the happy things Lucius also planned to do as much of the leg work as he could. He had every intention of getting to know his grandsons, but for now Draco needed the time, and he could wait.

He knew the key lay with finding out what happened at the pub, and at the apothecary as well. He wasn't certain, it had been six years, and trying to find any kind of answers might be hard to do. But he had never been a man to give up, and he wasn't about to start now.

Lucius found Tom behind the bar as usual and asked to speak with him. "In private perhaps."

Tom motioned him into the back room. "I won't have any customers for a few more hours."

Lucius sighed. "I know this might be a lot to ask, but I was wondering about an employee you had years ago, an older man."

Tom was confused. "I have never had a male employee, other than my nephew, he runs the place when I am away or ill."

Lucius had of course seen him. "Six years ago, there was an older man behind the bar. I know it was a long time ago but…"

Tom cut him off. "I remember who you are talking about. I was a bit reluctant to hire the man, and it seems I was right."

Lucius was amazed he remembered. "What do you mean by that?"

Tom explained he had been looking for someone, his nephew spoke of going back to school, and not being able to help as much. Tom was not the owner, but he might as well have been, he all but ran the place for years. An older man had asked for the job, and he had been desperate, and finding his references seemed fine, he had hired the man. The man had worked one shift, and then was never seen again.

Lucius was surprised, when the man actually remembered the exact date it happened. Lucius did, even after six years, because it was the day his son's life crumbled. Well the day before, as Draco had not realized Harry was gone, until the next morning.

Tom stood . "I fell ill that morning, food poisoning I was told. It was the first time ever, and all I had eaten was food from the hotel."

Lucius understood. "And no one else got sick?"

Tom shook his head. "When the man disappeared, I worried he stole from me or something, but he hadn't. I had no reason to call the aurors."

Lucius sighed. "You could not prove he had done anything to your food, and leaving a job is not a crime."

Tom disappeared into the office and came back with a paper. "I'm not certain why I kept this on file but I have."

Lucius was shocked when he realized it was the wizarding version of a resume. "Thank you."

He knew it would be a fake, but he had to find out what happened, and this was a start. The man was the one who told Harry Draco was up stairs, and the one who had given Draco the ring, and the letter. He could have been mistaken about Draco, someone obviously had used Polyjuice, but Lucius knew he was not innocent. And then there was the whole issue of the letter of course as well. They of course knew Harry had never written it.

He didn't have as much luck at the apothecary, but it wasn't a total miss. The man admitted that Draco's order form had been tampered with, he kept records, of any issues with his best clients. The man had no security, or way of telling who had tampered with it though.

Lucius was a bit surprised by his third stop and he could see he wasn't the only one. "I thought maybe you could give me a hand."

Fred motioned him into the back of his shop. "What is this about?"

Lucius explained what he had been doing and what he had found out. "I have a feeling you'd want to give me a hand, for Harry's sake."

Fred didn't surprise him at all. "I am all for finding out who did this, and making them pay for hurting my little brother."

Lucius motioned to the papers. "I am going to look into this man, but there is someone I will need your help with."

Fred had no doubt who he was talking about. "My sister? I think even my parents would be happy to know who the father of Lily is."

Molly had lied to herself Fred believed, wanted to believe Ginny, that she had Harry's child. But deep down the woman had to know it was lies, and Fred knew his brothers at least wondered who the father was. Bill was considering taking Ginny to court, and taking Lily from her, providing a proper home to their niece. Victoire was the same age, Louis and Dominique not much younger. Fred didn't think it would be too bad, Fleur would surely be more attentive a mother than Ginny ever was. Fleur worked, none of the daughter in laws were stay at home parents, but still.

Lucius went to leave. "I will not stop until I find out who did this not only to my son, but Harry, and make them pay for all the pain."

The Burrow would be full that afternoon, just the way Molly liked it. She was happy, the twins had both accepted her invitation to come. She had not had much contact with her grandchildren, only Bill's and Lily. The twins had little contact with their parents, even before the end of the war, and she had only seen their kids a few short times. Charlie was single, and Percy and Hermione had yet to have a child. They had been married for four years, but busy with their careers, though they had been trying for a year now. It was their anniversary, and Molly wanted the whole family home, and they had agreed to come for it at least.

She looked at the mantle as she was cleaning. There was a photo of Ron, and attached to the frame, were two items. One was the order of Merlin he won after he died, and the other was the clock hand with his face on it, removed months after. She could never part with it.

Lily appeared and broke her from her thoughts. "Grandma."

Molly turned to look at her. "Up from your nap I see?"

Lily came to her side. "Who's that Granny?"

Molly scooped her up so she could take a better look. "That is your Uncle Ron. He went to heaven before you were born."

Lily touched the picture. "Mummy mentioned him once, when she in her mood."

Molly sighed, and held the little girl to her, kissing her curls. She had done her best, to make Ginny a better mother, but she seemed to fail. Her daughter had little to no interest in her child, other than when she thought it might bring Harry back. Molly had been sure Harry was the father, when her daughter came back with the baby, but she knew she fooled herself. She had no idea who the father was, but she had her suspicions, there were some of the Malfoy features in the baby anyone could see that. That boy never deserved either Ginny or Harry.

She got her granddaughter to do some coloring, and looked at the clock. Harry's arm should have been on there, and she held out hope it would. He would learn Draco betrayed him, and would want to be a dad to Lily, and would come back to them.

Lily again cut the silence. "Uncle Bill. Aunty Fleur. Vicky."

Victoire ran over to her. "Lils."

Fleur smiled. "How about we go outside into the garden for play for a bit?"

Bill went to his mum when they were gone. "Mum I have sent the paper work into the ministry. It was filed this morning."

Molly was not sure what she was talking about. "Paper work?"

Bill sighed. "I have told you before, Fleur and I have sued for custody of Lily."

Molly looked at her eldest son, as if he had grown two heads, sure she had heard wrong. She would admit Ginny was not the best mum, but she didn't deserve to have her child taken, Molly was raising Lily for her anyways. She knew Lily had spent plenty of time at Shell cottage, but she was the same age as her cousin, and played with her a lot. Her son was not about to take Lily from her mother, she was sure he wouldn't.

Fred had come into the room, his twin with him, their wives and kids had gone around back. Bill had come to the shop, to deliver the invitation, and asked them to come. The anniversary might not be the right time for the talk, but the papers had been filed that morning, they'd know soon.

Molly shook her head. "You know you are simply exaggerating, there is nothing wrong with your sister, she is a good mother."

Bill stopped her. "You're the one who has been her mother, not Ginny. Lily needs a proper home, she is terrified of her mother."

Molly shook her head. "That is lies, pure lies. Lily loves her mother so much, she is a good mother, unlike her father."

Fred snapped. "Who knows if the father even knows about Lily? You can't be delusional enough to think Draco is it. Or why no blood tests?"

Molly turned on him. "Because we know the Malfoys have all the money and contacts, they'd simply lie about the results."

Bill shook his head. "Lily needs to be removed from Ginny, and if you won't do it, then I will."

Lily spent nights with them, and she admitted she was terrified of her mother, who often had fits. Bill knew his mother loved her, but as long as she allowed Ginny to remain in the house, she would let it continue. Both Bill and Fleur made good money, Bill alone made more than his father did now, and they could afford to take on another child. Bill never liked Draco, but like the twins, he knew the stories were lies about the paternity. He wondered if they could convince Ginny to tell them, and find the dad, perhaps he didn't know and he would step up.

Ginny appeared in the door with Hermione and Percy. Hermione was totally oblivious. "Glad you're all here, we have such amazing news."