65 reviews for chapter 11, that is astounding. Thank you all so much for all your support! I don't know if this is the last chapter yet or not; but my sequel will be called : . So watch out for it! I don't expect to start on it soon!

A/N : 65 reviews for chapter 11, that is astounding. Thank you all so much for all your support! I don't know if this is the last chapter yet or not; but my sequel will be called : Hype. So watch out for it! I don't expect to start on it too soon!

NOTE : The 'future is no more from now on unless I say otherwise. All mentions of Hermione, Draco and other characters are of 'Azkaban' Draco's time.

Draco (20)

Hermione (19)

On with the story

"Oh darling, you're making quite a mess." Hermione chuckled as the five month old infant refused the spoonful of baby food Hermione had offered to him. He giggled in response to his mother's playful scold.

Hermione bit her lip, gently running her fingers through his delicate dirty blonde hair.

"Why do you have to look so much like your father?"

000

"Malfoy! You've got a visitor.

"And I was beginning to think nobody cared." The haggard guard (not a dementor) said sarcastically as he unlocked Draco's cell. Four other guards accompanied the first guard, all escorting Draco to the visitor's chambers. To put it lightly, Draco was a heavily guarded detainee.

"Whoever it is, they requested a private room. But don't get any ideas, Malfoy. You have twenty minutes."

And with that, Draco was shoved into a dimly lit chamber, door slamming forcefully behind him.

"Welcome back, godson." Came his godmother's voice from the shadows. With a simple snap of her fingers, the magnitude of light emitting from the single light bulb increased.

The light revealed two armchairs situated at the center of the chamber.

Minerva stepped towards them, Draco followed.

"I see you made the 'trip' back unharmed." Minerva smiled gently as she took a seat.

Sitting down himself, Draco felt his throat tighten at the mention of his return. It was so abrupt… he hadn't given his family a proper goodbye.

"Align do both worlds indeed, I did not give Hermione a proper goodbye in either 'worlds'."

A soft sigh was all the response Draco got from his godmother.

"Let's not dwell on the … future." Minerva stopped short to smile at what she'd just spoken, to anyone else but her and Draco it would not have made any sense! "I did not just come here to see if you were alright, child. It may alarm you slightly, but your visit was very costly. Now, when I say costly, I am in no means talking about money. But costly meaning time. The potion Albus and I brewed had allowed you to be in another dimension, yes. But for a price. For every one day you were there, six months here elapsed. Therefore, since you spent two days there, you've missed an entire year here."

"I see…" Draco shrugged. Though his godmother's eager expression puzzled him.

'Am I missing something?' Draco thought cautiously.

"That doesn't alter my situation whatsoever, does it…?" He question slowly.

"Oh Merlin! I thought you already figured that aspect out! Here I was thinking you'd be elated at the news… twelve months!"

000

"It's been twelve months since his sentencing, 'Mione! You've been struggling with the child… financially, he could really help!" Harry urged pleadingly.

He looked around the dingy flat Hermione and her son resided in. Her living room was also her bedroom/dining room. The bathroom was horrendous, how Hermione tolerated bathing in there horrified Harry. And her 'kitchen' consisted of …nothing. Hermione was a horrible cook! She usually used ordered take-out, if she could afford it.

Ronald Weasley's booming voice brought Harry back from his daze.

"NO! Harry, we've been helping her! She and the kid are doing fine! She doesn't need him." Ron interjected fiercely.

Hermione winced at the tone of his voice.

"FINE! You think Hermione and Dylan are doing FINE? Look around you, Ron! She can't continue to live like this! If I bloody could, I would offer Hermione my flat at headquarters, but our housing is strictly for Aurors only!"

"YOU THINK I WOULDN'T DO THE SAME!" Ron bellowed.

"I can't believe they stripped you of your rankings, 'Mione. You were Britain's highest ranking female Auror…" Harry turned away from Ron, his eyes fell on the frail woman who was once the most powerful woman in the Wizarding World. Held in her arms, Draco Malfoy's heir.

Wonderful heritage kid. Your mother is an ex-Auror, stripped of all her titles…was once and never shall be ever again. Oh and your father… youngest ever to be sent into Azkaban, something to be proud of. For murdering his father... The boy who lived couldn't help but pity Hermione. How upset would she be if she attained the knowledge of her own best friend pitying her?

"She just had to be a whore for an hour of her life." Ron mumbled almost incoherently.

But all heard it... And it hung in the air.

Hermione closed her eyes, clutching Dylan closer to her chest.

"How dare you! You have been everything but supportive to Hermione this past year! Why do you insist on Hermione staying locked up in this hellhole anyway? It made sense at first, I suppose, but the media has lost interest in the Malfoy/Granger 'romance'. She has to see him!"

"NO! She will never see that bastard. Ever. Not while I'm still breathing." Ron hissed.

"You give me no choice then, Ron.

"You are under arrest for holding Miss Hermione Granger hostage. Against her will has she been held in this flat for ten long months." Harry spat in his strictly business, monotone voice. Set aside only for his arrests and whatnot.

"These charges are ridiculous! Down right outrageous!" Ron protested angrily as Harry cast vigorous binding spells on him.

"Maybe they are outrageous… and ridiculous, but that's not for you to decide now is it Ron? I have been gathering evidence for the past eight months, Ron. I have observed your behavior, your treatment of Hermione…" Harry began, but Ron interrupted.

"You've been planning my arrest! Bastard! This entire time… you've been planning it!"

"Since that day Malfoy was arrested... I have been doubting you. You conniving monster.

"I had no reason to believe Hermione when she came to me… frantic…scared… betrayed. But as the months progressed, your hate for Malfoy was apparent, obvious. Your insistence of keeping Hermione away from him only heightened my suspicions… It all fits, Ron." Harry nearly spat on Ron in revulsion.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ron barked, though instead of keeping his voice even… it was all too evident.

He was guilty.

"You framed Draco Malfoy for the murder of Lucius Malfoy."

JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED!

Next chapter… will Draco and Hermione be reunited?

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Kristine.