Here's the next few parts. Is the story making sense to everyone? I've read it so many times that it's losing its meaning. Do you like it so far? Seriously? Keep the reviews coming ok?
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Forgivig our Fathers
Parts 7 and 8
For some reason, the journey back was much more violent than he expected. As they arrived, he staggered backwards, dropping Adrian to the ground. It took a few moments for everyone to recover their bearings.
Then Adrian and Malfoy locked eyes. She looked at him with intense determination for an instant. Then she broke eye contact, jumped to her feet and took off running.
"Wait!" he called, chasing her. He caught her in a few steps and grabbed her by the waist.
"No!" she screamed, "Let me go! Father! Help me!!"
"Please, let me explain—"
She went on screaming.
"What the hell is going on here?!" He heard Hermione say. Before he knew it she had grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from him.
"What are you doing? What in God's name were you thinking?" she was furious.
Adrian had stopped screaming, but she was still squirming in her grasp, trying to get free. Hermione turned to her. "Honey," she said gently, "I know your scared right now, but I need you to listen to me for just a second. I'm very sorry about what happened to you, and I'm going to fix it as soon as I can. But right now, I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"
She looked around and saw that there was nowhere to run. She looked at Hermione. She seemed trustworthy enough. She nodded slowly.
"Good. I need you to stay here for just a few minutes, and them we'll see about getting you home."
She nodded again and then Hermione released her. She turned to Malfoy and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him out of the little girl's earshot.
"What is wrong with you?"
"Please, let me explain. It's not what it looks like."
"Really." She whispered harshly, "Because it looks like you kidnapped a little girl!"
"Ok, maybe it is what it looks like. But—"
"So who is she?"
"Her name is Adrian. Somehow she thinks—" he sighed, looking at her in the distance, "She thinks Voldemort is her father."
Hermione suddenly stared at Adrian, totally amazed. "He—" she stammered "He—A daughter?"
"That's exactly it. I don't think Adrian is his at all."
He paused, looking at Adrian once more. "Look at her." He added.
She did. There was something about her smooth, sullen features. Something familiar. Then she understood. She turned to Draco, letting him confirm what she was thinking.
"Hermione, I think Adrian is my daughter."
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Hermione was glad to finally get back to the ministry. It would be good to get back some degree of normalcy after the insanity of the past few hours. She just wished she had better news for her superiors.
Lets see, she thought as she, Malfoy and Adrian entered the front gate, my assignment has stolen a child from her bedroom. Oh, and the most terrifying wizard that ever lived is still alive, and he should be pretty upset considering the girl is his daughter.
When they entered the large antique building, they were escorted by two guards directly to the minister. Cornelius Fudge was waiting in his office when they three arrived.
He looked at one of the guards. "Find a safe place for the girl." He said.
"But I want to go home!" she said. She looked at Hermione. "You promised!"
One of the guards took her by the arms and tried to lead her from the room. "I want my father!" she shouted as she left.
Fudge was silent for a moment, his face totally serious. "Mr. Malfoy," he said at last, "Explain yourself."
"Sir," he began, "I know what I did is inexcusable, but—"
"Inexcusable is right." He interrupted, "You have shown a total disregard for safety. You put yourself, Hermione, and that girl in danger, and for what?"
"Sir, please, let me explain—"
"No explanations!" he said, raising his voice slightly. He nodded curtly to the remaining guard and he led Malfoy from the office.
"Sir," Hermione said after they were alone for a moment. "I think you should listen to him. He believes that Adrian is his biological daughter, and…I think he may be right."
He searched her face for a moment, perhaps trying to tell if she was serious. "Your assignment is officially over." He said. Then he waved her out of the room with one hand. She left silently.
In a few hours, all the paperwork for the assignment was settled. She was free to go home now, but she just didn't feel right leaving. Instead she went to check on Adrian.
She walked down the corridor where she was kept. She found four guards standing in the hall, along with a custodian sweeping up broken glass in the hallway.
"What happened here?" she asked.
"We've had a little problem with a patient." The custodian said, "Apparently you can't get anything breakable near her; it shatters. I've never seen anything like it." She peaked into the doorway of the room flanked by guards. The small window was cracked, but the shatterproof wiring inside kept it in place.
Inside the room was empty. It looked like a room in a mental institution. In one corner, Adrian sat, staring at the wall. She looked angry and exhausted.
Hermione sighed and stepped inside. Adrian didn't move, nor did she seem to take notice of Hermione at all.
"Hi sweetie." She said cheerfully, "How are you doing?"
"He won't give you anything." She said softly.
"What?"
"He won't give you any money, even if he had it. He doesn't negotiate with kidnappers."
"Oh," Hermione said, "but we're not kidnappers." She thought about that for a moment. Malfoy had taken her from her home, and now they were refusing to return her. They were her kidnappers.
"Listen, Adrian, I'm very sorry about all of this."
"That's what you said before. You also said you would take me home. You lied."
"I'm sorry Adrian, but things are a bit more complicated now. Your father…well, Voldemort, he's—"
"Who?"
"Voldemort."
"That's not my father. My fathers name is Tom. Tom Riddle."
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