A/N: Ok so sorry it's a little late but I have 4 naughty little kitties who won't let me do anything because they find it funny to hide and then get stuck in places. This has been ready for a few days now and the next chapter will be ready this weekend. Anyways once again thank you for reading and for all of the support. I know some of you think the story is going a little slow but I have set certain things to happen in certain chapters and like time-gaps to be in separate chapters. So hopefully it will speed up soon. Just one more small chapter then I promise more juicier chapters.

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Trouble in the Sweet Shop

Chapter 33

Draco Malfoy barged into the Auror's office, Harry and Ron had tried their best but couldn't get clearance to investigate Zach. Dawlish was really holding back, it may not seem like a big deal to everyone else but he knew that if Zach was a dark wizard, Dawlish could get fired for employing him. He clearly hadn't taken the appropriate steps to checking his background, therefore he had put all wizards and muggles alike in danger. Who knows what other cases had been messed up. Dawlish was sitting at his desk, deeply engrossed in paperwork, when the door swung open and hit the wall, startling him.

"I'm sorry Sir, I tried to stop him..." The squeeky receptionist came running in, Dawlish composed himself and smiled at the woman.

"That's quite alright Penny. I'll take it from here." She nodded and walked out, leaving a fuming Draco Malfoy.

"Mr Malfoy what can I do for you today? Come on take a seat." He tried to usher Draco into a seat but he quickly refused, thrusting the photograph of him and Zach in his face.

"I demand an investigation on Zach Richman" His voice was laced with venom and barely louder than a whisper but it was obvious the older man heard. He took the picture and looked closely, this was clearly a younger looking Zach and Draco.

"Mr Malfoy, this clearly isn't proof enough to investigate someone. I can't warrent searches and arrests for a mere picture."

"My family were death eaters, I was raised by one of Voldemort's inner circle. Do you really believe I would have been allowed to hang out with none purebloods, kids of none death eaters?" He had a glare of death, but Dawlish didn't move.

"I'm sorry Mr Ma..."

"If you don't do it, I'm going to the Minister of Magic and formally complaining about you and I will get clearance from him." Regardless of Draco staying under the radar and not making a fuss for the past 5 years, he was still a very powerful and repected businessman who had a lot of power. Dawlsh gulped, sighed and gave up, warranting everything they needed. He would much rather be seen to co-operate, that way he stood a better chance of keeping his job.

Luckily they didn't have to wait for the records long as Hermione had already requested them from his Muggle Doctor. They knew she had to take care of this stage, what they didn't know was that she had already done it. It was another bleak morning, the weather was stormy and miserable but spirits were higher than before. A weight had been lifted from the Malfoy's knowing something was being done. They had been informed by Harry that once the warrants were through and the medical records had come, then his house shall be searched.

"YAAAAAYYY Daddy I scored again." The small boy got off his tiny broom and ran over to his dad, he was lifted and spun as he squealed. It was just the two of them, Hermione was working. It was good for Draco to spend some quality time with his son.

"Good job son." Putting his son down and scruffing up his hair.

"Daddy?" It had an inflection at the end, it was a question.

"What do you want now?" The small boy giggled and wrung his hands together.

"Ice cream?"

"Ice Cream? For Breakfast?" His son nodded and Draco smirked.

"Mommy said no Ice Cream for breakfast...but mommy's not here is she?" The small boy shuck his head and Draco hoisted him in the air, putting him on his shoulders.

"Ice Cream it is." Walking into the kitchen and popping his son down into a chair he put a tea towel over his arm, like the muggle waiters did in resturants. Hermione had taken them to a few muggle resturaunts in the past, and surprisingly they loved it. He dug around in the fridge and pulled out a few different tubs of ice cream, making a giant sundae for his son. Placing it infront of the boy who cheered and laughed.

"Anything else?"

"Chocolate!"

"Chocolate? Where on top?"

"Yeah, all over here." He motioned his hand in a circle around the sundae and Draco copied with the chocolate sauce.

"And Pancakes!"

"Ahh Scorp, mommy isn't here and daddy can't make pancakes."

"PANCAKES!" Draco sighed, his son was a proper little Malfoy and Proper Malfoys got what they wanted, when they wanted.

"Ok young sir, pancakes it is." He began whipping up some batter, how he had seen Hermione do it, flour, milk, sugar eggs, vanilla. The Kitchen was getting messier as the minutes ticked on. Draco had let Scorpius mix the batter to which most of it was going on the floor. The boys were laughing and eating sloppy pancakes, when Hermione burst in through the door.

"What is going on here?"

"Breakfast."

"Breakfast, Draco no Ice Cream for breakfast."

"Pweeese mommy, ice cream is good" He held his arms out to be lifted, despite the sticky mess her son now was, she lifted his up and had a big sticky hug. In her hand was an envelope, she handed it to Draco and as he was reading, she began cleaning up her son.

"Noooooo mummy, me don't wanna wash."

"Come on now darling, you need a nice bath to get all the sticky off. Then we have to go out, wanna go see Auntie Ginny?" The small boy scrunched up his face and frowned.

"You can take your quidditch things, you know Auntie Ginny loves quidditch." The small boy thought for a minute.

"Maybe..."

"Maybe? What do you mean maybe?" Ahe tickled the small boy and let him go, he went running into the other room.

"Go and get your things." She turned to see her husband, confused.

"His father isn't listed on his birth certificate Draco, funny coincidence if you don't want people to know you're a death eater."

"Does Potter know?" She nodded and smiled. He's investigating his house as we speak."

"I should get down there."

"No Draco, we need to go to the ministry to wait for them, Zach is at work, they are doing this behind his back."

In a small, cold room in Azkaban, two Auror's, along with Dawlish were sitting opposite a scruffy looking Lucius Malfoy. Dementors were outside of the door and you could feel their presence everywhere. Circling the room was a small Patronus, something quite small and rodent like.

"So where have you been going on your days out Malfoy?" Jumping straight in there, Dawlish had no time to waste, he knew Harry and Ron were investigating Zach's house at this moment and he had given Zach a long list of tasks to do, hopefully he didn't go home early.

"I went home. Is it a crime to go home now?" His famous Malfoy smirk was present, his eyes slightly glassed over from all of the torment of the dementors, but Malfoy's were powerful and he had to act like a Malfoy despite his pain.

"Watch your tongue Malfoy, it's a luxury you're even allowed on day passes." The small was silent and snarled at the department head.

"If I don't get my day passes, you don't get you're information." It was as simple as that, they needed Malfoy, they needed his help to find active death eaters. Regardless of Voldemort's death, active Death Eaters were still very much present in the world. He let his sharpness pass and continued with the interrogation.

"And what did you do at home?"

"I visited my wife and friends, is there something I can help you with?" This wasn't an ordinary interview, he had his suspicions on what was going on but he had covered his tracks and everyone knew better than to rat him out.

"Mr Malfoy, we have it under good authority that you haven't been visiting your wife at all. You see we have some very serious allegations against you. What do you have to say about that?"

"Your proof?" The Aurors sat there in silence as Lucius smirked.

"See I am in here everyday, I have left for 3 days, to visit my family in order to help you. You have no proof of anything and you come in here to question me. Have nothing better to do? You already have me Dawlish, you can't pin anything else on me." His smirk was still present, thinking he had the upper hand, but the Auror's knew what they were doing. They were waiting for him to crack, to show any sort of sign. It was Lucius Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy didn't lose composure, even in his darkest hours, he never lost composure. He had cracked once, when he was taken down and finally caught.

A/N: Ok so another chapter done, I felt we needed to see this side of the investiagtion and whilst it goes ahead, skip to other people and points of view. hopefully you like it. Thank you so much for everything.

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