It was the usual breakfast for Arienette; sitting around a small table with her father and Uncle Remus. Eggs and toast. That's all she wanted. They generally ate in silence, with some small talk.

Sunday was always the day Uncle Remus visited. They ate and went to a movie. Remus was the only person who enjoyed muggle cinema as much as she did.

A black owl flew in the window and landed on her father's toast. Disgruntled, he threw down his cutlery and untied the letter that was hanging from the animal's leg. Mildly interested, Arienette watched her father intently.

"Who's it from?" Remus questioned.

Harry's eyes scanned the short letter before handing it to Remus. It consisted of this one sentence:

'Vasily knows everything.'

They fell back into silence. Maybe this was Harry's chance to see his son and to see Draco.

"Tell her, Harry." Remus was staring at his plate. Arienette was staring at her father. Harry got off his seat and walked out of the room, walking back in two minutes later with a bundle of photos. He dropped them in front of his daughter. The first was a platinum blonde, a little younger than her father, laughing. She knew his face, it was her own, her eyes too.

"This is my father, isn't it?" she whispered.

"His name is Draco Malfoy. We went to school together. We met again at his husband's funeral." Harry's eyes were focused on the photo in Arienette's hands. "Look at the next one."

It was Arienette, but a boy. He had emerald eyes, Harry's eyes.

"Vasily, he's your twin brother."

Arienette's breath quickened and then stopped.

"I need to see them." Harry nodded.

Vasily was across from his father. They were silent (except for the gulping noise his father made as he swallowed his vodka), uncomfortably so. Hermione had bandaged up his arm by force. She had to use magic to keep him still. She'd begged Draco to get Vasily to a doctor and although he had promised he would she knew it wouldn't happen. She wasn't keeping her silence any longer. Once she was home she wrote a long letter to Harry, telling him everything. She threw it away and wrote one simple sentence:

'Vasily knows everything.'

An owl flew through the window to smash their awkward silence. Vasily had never seen it before, but didn't have the strength of mind to commit any of it's features to memory. Everything was a blur.

"Fuck you." His father's maniac eyes met his.

"What!" His voice was louder than he meant it to be.

"Your father and sister are coming here. As soon as they can. Fuck. You." Draco stormed out. Vasily ran.

3 days after the letter business Arienette, her father and her uncle where at Hermione and Ron's doorstep. They were staying at her father's late godfather's old house. It was spooky, Arienette was thrilled by it.

They were invited into the house politely and went for a cup of tea in the living room. They discussed their lives, politely. Not a word about the real reason of the trip. Arienette kept close to her father all the while.

"When are you going to see Draco?" This was what Arienette was waiting for. She snapped herself out of her boredom-induced coma.

"As soon as we can."

"We'll take you there. It's hard to find. There are a few things we should tell you before we go." Hermione bit her lip. She should have said this 8 years ago.

"Draco had never been right since Severus died. He's taken up drinking. And Vasily.. oh god." Hermione blinked back tears.

"What Hermione! What's going on!" Harry's voice was unusually high, but that could be blamed on stress.

"He's…a mixed up kid."

Draco was strangely sober, but his head was pounding. He was in the kitchen, but he heard footsteps in the hall.

"Draco," he heard Hermione call out. 'Not another visit,' he thought. He was screwed, he hadn't seen Vasily in three days, he was about to be slaughtered by a Weasley.

"In here," he groaned in response.

Hermione and Ron entered with Harry and his daughter. He wasn't expecting this, he wasn't ready yet. His knuckles turned red and then white as he gripped the benchtop.

"Draco." Harry moved forward. Draco stumbled back.

"We'll go grab Vasily. He sure will be excited." Ron smiled and moved towards the hall. Dragging his wife with him.

"I didn't expect you here so soon." Draco regained speech.

"We thought we'd come as soon as we possibly could. This is Arienette." Harry pushed the shy young girl from behind him.

Draco had to admit, his daughter was beautiful, the perfect combination of both men. But he was a father, that rot was implanted into his head as soon as the kid was conceived. He stared at her for a long time. She stared at the ground occansionally, shyly taking a quick glance.

"Where is Vasily?" Hermione's face was red with anger.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him in three days." Draco never took his eyes off Arienette.

"Fuck, Draco! He could be anywhere." Hermione made angry gestures with her hands and threw her arms about.

"Where would he go?" Harry spoke with real concern, more than Draco ever had.

"Ron you know where he likes to hang out, you and Harry go look for him," Hermione ordered. "Arienette and I will stay here."

Arienette stared up into her eyes, her eyes in her father's head. Her father. Draco was her father, there was no mistaking that.

"Don't just stare, Draco. Ask her something."

"Maybe if you weren't here to make it so fucking awkward, woman."

There was a crude sarcasm she loved in Draco. She already loved him. Even after everything Hermione had told them, she loved him.

Walking the streets of the muggle town, Harry was worried. Junkies littered the streets like trash. He didn't know how serious the situation really was, Draco didn't seem too concerned. Maybe Vasily did this all the time. If Arienette had been missing for three days he would have done everything he could to find her.

They'd been there for 30 minutes or more when Ron spotted him.

"Where?" Harry asked.

"Don't look, but he's behind us in those trees. He's watching us." Ron chuckled.