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Lost and Alone

Hermione Granger tore into the Minister of Magic's office; overall the words to describe her were Complete Wreck. Her hair aside from the usual frizz was wild and unbrushed, her clothes hung loosely over her thin frame and the only colour on her face was from the dark rings beneath her eyes.

"Harry please help me!" she sounded like a lost child, weak and vulnerable.

Harry the newly appointed Minister of Magic, youngest ever at age 22, sat silently behind his desk surveying his friend.

"We are doing all we can" he spoke in a very business like manner.

"No Harry. Please" Hermione begged her eyes filling with tears "Please forget this childish game your playing with him…with Draco" she said her voice breaking.

"I am not playing games Hermione" Harry said sternly "We are doing all we can"

"Harry you're not! He's alone and scared! I know you can do more!" she was sobbing openly now "I know you can!"

"WE ARE DOING ALL WE CAN!" he screamed at her, his eyes burning with rage at the thought of Malfoy. He glanced down at his friend, tears rolling freely down her face from eyes newly aged with worry. His heart went out to her. "Come on Hermione, calm down. You know I'd do anything for you" he rubbed her back in a reassuring manner.

"Yea I know you would" Hermione spoke in a whisper through her sobs, she looked deep into his eyes "But what about for him? Harry please he's my son help me find him. Please don't leave him alone he's four years old. Harry he's not his father."

Harry's eyes held the same cold stare they had when she told him about her baby, the one she was going to keep.

"I will inform you if we find anything" he returned to his desk and pointed her to the door.

"I will always want my son Harry. Nothing you can do will ever change that" she turned defeated towards the door.

Harry slammed his quill down loudly on the desk, his flat palm trembling with rage. Hermione was right and he knew it. He could do so much more for her son, only he would never think of the boy as hers. He was Malfoy all over. Whenever he saw him he the final years of fighting came back to him-

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. He and Ron didn't know how it happened but still, they had accepted it. Hermione and Draco were in love or so it appeared. They had seemed perfect together. Malfoy had changed; they all trusted him. Not one of them had a clue he would treat her the way he did.

Malfoy paced around Malfoy Manor blindly, he looked in no better a state than Hermione. The silky blonde hair, matted and greasy, the clear complexion red and blotchy and lines of worry furrowed deep in his forehead. The trademark Malfoy smirk, nowhere to be found. He walked quickly toward the fireplace, a small pop signalled the appearance of Ginny Weasley.

"Anything?" he asked desperately, leaning on the mantle for support.

"I'm sorry" she spoke gently "I'll keep trying, but its difficult the Minister has to give permission for certain searches to be done and well…"

"No" Draco shook his head "He mustn't know"

"Whose child is it Draco? You seem awfully worried" Ginny asked cautiously

"It's mine…erm…my cousins" Draco ran his hand through his hair nervously. Ginny looked confused for a moment.

"I'll check back with more news in an hour" he nodded blankly at her with another pop she was gone.

He slumped into a chair by a roaring fire holding a tattered teddy in his hands. "Oh Merlin…my beautiful baby girl…where did you go" he shook his head holding it in his hands. 'This would all be so much easier if I still had her' he thought as tears streaked silently down his cheeks 'I never meant to hurt her. It would have been so much worse'

Hermione walked quickly and silently down the dimly lit street. She dabbed at her eyes with the end of her scarf but it wouldn't stop the endless river of tears that flowed down her face. Hermione knew neither why she was going nor how it would help, but she had decided she was and her answers would be there when she arrived.
"Any missing little girls aged four, brown hair, blue eyes…Minister?" the voice broke into Harry's thoughts "Minister?" Ginny tapped Harry carefully on the shoulder.

"No reports of that description sorry Ginny" Harry smiled warmly at her.

"Thanks anyway Harry" she smiled back before returning to leave

"Erm Ginny" Harry began as a pang of guilt hit him, he breathed in deeply "Has anyone found…" he clenched his teeth and tried hard to think of Hermione "…a four year old blonde boy, brown eyes…"

"Harry?" Ginny spoke quietly "Not…" he nodded and she dropped into a chair, her hand to her mouth she whispered "Little Ry? Hermione's boy" Harry's jaw set firmly, teeth clenched once again.

"Yes Malfoy's son" Harry spoke anger seeping through his words.

Ginny's mind wondered to the Draco she had seen moments earlier, she wondered if he knew his son was missing.

"Does he know?" Ginny was still in shock she wasn't aware she had spoken until Harry's voice intruded into her thoughts.

"He doesn't even know he had a son"

A/N: well that was chapter one, what you think? Let me know RnR, constructive critisism welcome...)