Potter just stares blankly at him. His pupils have gone wide, far beyond what Draco thinks healthy. He waits. And thinks back to the day he had learned of this.

He knew Aunt Bellatrix wasn't just a Death Eater. She was allowed certain privileges others were nowhere close to. Later he had realized that she would not walk towards the Lestrange's rooms at the Manor at night. She always went the other way, ever since she had recovered from Azkaban. Well, physically at least. Years of Dementors prying her mind had done irreversible damage. The other way happened to be the guest of honour chambers. The Dark Lord's. Others in the Inner-Circle knew too, but no one dared say anything. His Aunt liked the Cruciatus too much. And their Master had a dangerous love of green light. When he came home after his failure he had wished for that green light. He still had the scars. Then, after days of being bedridden, Aunt Bella had come to check on him. He had gasped then. Her swollen belly proof of it all. When the child was born, aristocratic hypocrisy came into place and everyone rejoiced on the Lestrange heiress. Hypocrisy and survival instinct.

You have had enough time, Potter. I need you to react now. And not destroy us all.

"Potter? We will raise her as Lestrange's daughter. I'm only telling you because someone on the Order side should know the truth."

"AND YOU TELL ME!?" He roared. He was reacting now. Thank Merlin he had put a Muffliato spell on the room "Why would you tell me? I do not want to know, I'm done being responsible for all things Voldemort!"

"Who was I supposed to tell? Weasley? Hagrid? Granger?" He thinks she could have been a better choice.

"Anyone but me! How good are you with Obliviating spells? Forget that. I should get Hermione"

"POTTER! The whole point of doing this privately..."

"I can't think! I need her brains to figure this out! Now I wish I missed a Horcrux! Stay here, do nothing and let me get Hermione."

Draco simply reacts, all thinking forgotten. Harry finds himself bound to the floor, unable to move. He cannot let him ruin it. He will get Granger and bring her here. Weasley will probably follow them. He can get them to agree that Obliviating him is for the best. He steps outside and starts looking.

He finds her, tending to a Ravenclaw boy. He tells her to follow him, that Potter needs help with something and she practically runs out of the Great Hall. Not knowing where to go is all that stops her. Weasley sees them and rushes to her side, snarling. He tells him he can follow and promptly points a Confundus spell at him the moment he frees Potter. Then Granger hell breaks loose and not even Potter will calm her.

"Granger, there are bigger things at play here! Shut up and listen! Potter needs you to think!" She gasps but says nothing and so he continues "Voldemort has a child. He had a daughter with my Aunt Bellatrix and we are going to keep her. She will know nothing of her real father, she will think herself a Lestrange, and we will make sure of it. Don't interrupt me! I'm telling you because someone must know the truth if something happens to us. When you join the Aurors in searching our place and no doubt arresting us for inquiries I need you to act like she is a Lestrange and not the seed of all evil. So I can take you back with me and show her to you two." He finishes, panting. He looks at Granger and she is as baffled as Potter was but reacts much faster.

"I see. All right take us. We can talk about it there. Hogwarts is hardly the place for this." There is firm resolution in her voice.

Potter seems relieved. So is he. Rationality is best for now. The emotional part must be left for later.

"Mione?" Weasley sounds drunk. He hit him hard. "What is going on? Why am I sitting on the floor?"

Bright sparks leave Granger's wand and he falls asleep.

"It's better if he doesn't know for the time being. We'll handle him when we get back." Potter's eyebrows almost leave his forehead "Don't look at me like that, Harry, I need you to placate him and make sure he never finds out. A Lestrange child he can handle. Voldemort's might be too much."

Draco smiles at that. "We can Apparate out of Hogwarts now. Shall we go?" Two loud cracks answer him. And so he leaves too.

Author's Notes: All previous chapters have been reuploaded. It turns out that hammering the four first chapters of my fic on a phone, no matter how smart, is not very good for spelling or grammar. I may not be an English native speaker but I have my pride (and my OCD).

Hope you enjoyed this one