'You're so beautiful' Harry said to the little girl in front of him

'She really is isn't she' the old Male healer had appeared again at Harry's side. With trouble Harry tore his eyes from the little girl in front of him, to the old man beside him, and waited for him to speak again.

'I have spoken to the ministry, ' the healer began, ' They said some time off was the least they could do for you, and that they could think of no one better to take care of Megan's baby' Harry smiled. And the healer continued. 'However they do want to have a word with you before you take her home. Mr Weasly is asking for you, on behalf of Mr Malfoy.'

'Draco, Draco Malfoy is asking for me?' Harry asked in disbelief.

'Apparently,' the healer mused, 'We have to run a few tests on this little one here before you can take her home, you know, the normal, make sure she is completely healthy, and at the request of the ministry, we have to do a power potential potion. Though, even that won't be difficult. If you go to the ministry now, we should have her ready for you upon your return.'

Harry smiled at the healer.

'Could you please Tell Ron where I am going?' He asked the healer while heading for the door.

'I can Mr. Potter,' he replied, 'oh!' he rushed in a way that made Harry stop at the door. 'Before you leave, do you have a name worked out yet?'

Harry looked back at the sleeping girl in the crib, she was every bit as beautiful as her mother, and he sighed.

'I have a few; will she be getting my last name, or Megan's…Kite?'

The healer looked at Harry, and asked seriously

'Do you intend to raise her completely, until she is old enough to leave home?'

Harry looked again at the sleeping girl, imagining something this small to be an adult was mind boggling, realising he had been silent for to long, Harry replied.

'Of course, I wouldn't take her into my home only to throw her out.'

'Good' the healer said 'then she will get your last name'

'Hermione Megan Potter.' The name had escaped his lips even before it had registered in his mind, but it sounded right, and the healer smiled at it.

"Sound's lovely Mr. Potter.' The healer wrote in on the end of the baby's, no, Hermione's crib. 'You better be one your way' the healer said to Harry. Who nodded, turned on his heal, and abruptly was at the ministry.

The ministry's arrival point was probably Harry's least favourite place in the world. There was hardly ever breathing room, let alone room to walk. But he managed to push, shove, and (though he wouldn't admit to it) bite, his way through the crowd.

Making his way through to over sized corridors (that Harry knew like the back of his hand) Harry couldn't help but wonder why Draco Malfoy was asking for him.

Thought he no longer 'Hated' Malfoy, they both still shared a mutual dislike for each other. After all, he was a Slitherin, and he was a Griffindor. They couldn't be expected to like each other. Though, Harry did, respect, Malfoy for having the guts to renounce the Dark lord to his face, during the final battle. But that was beside the point. What could Malfoy possibly want from Harry? They were doing their best to catch his father. Harry shook his head as he entered the lift with about thirty paper planes. A mix of about, well, thirty different colours. All of which decide to bomb dive Harry. When He arrived at his level, Harry fled the lift. Batting at the paper planes attacking his head.

'Harry, so good to see you again!' the minister for magic bellowed at Harry.

'Nice to see you again too Mr Weasly!' Harry smiled at Mr Weasly.

He had been minister for magic for over a year, and although he loved the job, and had made muggle relations a leat a million time better. The long hours and effort involved were beginning to shows there Signes on Mr Weasly. His orange hair (or what he had left of it) was showing some serious grey.

'Come in Harry, come in' Mr Weasly said sith a huge smile and a wave of his hand, Harry followed and sat down across from Mr Weasly. Harry smiled at one of the men who had taken him in as a son.

'So, Harry, I hear you want to adopt Megan Kite's child. I can't think of anyone better'

'Thankyou Mr Weasly' Harry felt he was making the right decision, having someone else's support made it seem a little less, well, reckless.

'So, apparently Draco Malfoy was asking for me?' Harry asked. Mr Weasly nodded slightly,

'Yes, he was, well, as you know draco has been following his father all around England for the past half year, and since he has been back, as you also know, We have been doing our best to keep Draco safe. Unfortunately it seems even our best efforts haven't been enough. This morning Draco returned to his apartment to find it burnt to the ground, and a dark mark burnt into the front lawn. We can only assume it was Draco's father who did this.'

Harry nodded, it was blunt, a statement to try and infect Draco with fear, Mr Weasly continued,

'As you also know, Draco has been rather determined to remain as far from the ministry as possible. This is causing us some problems now in terms of keeping him safe.' At this point Harry had to interrupt,

'I'm sorry Mr Weasly, but if you are going to ask me to take Draco into my home, I am going to have to say no.'

Mr Weasly laughed

'Good god No Harry, we could ask you to do that, and I doubt Draco would agree to it either.'

'Oh, ok,' Harry was almost a little embarrassed, 'then what do you want me to do?'

Mr Weasly looked at Harry and asked in total honesty.

'Do you have a telephone Harry?'

'Yes'

Do you know how to use it?' Mr Weasly continued

'Yes' Harry answered with a laugh; He didn't have any clue where this was going.

'Excellent!' Mr Weasly exclaimed.

'What do you want me to do Mr Weasly?' Harry asked again.

'Just keep in contact with him Harry, if he calls, fine, if he doesn't then you call the ministry and we go looking for him. Simple as that.'

The only thing Harry could think of to say was

'Why me?' it wouldn't be a problem to keep a tab on Malfoy, but the man had closer friends in the ministry than him, why him!

'Because, Harry, Draco says you are the only one who won't want to have a conversation with him over the phone.' Mr Weasly smiled. And Harry snorted back the laughter that threatened to come spilling form his mouth, that was Malfoy, though and through.

'Ok' managed Harry through his laughter. 'I'll keep and eye, or ear, on him. But you tell him, he can't call before nine in the morning, or after nine at night. And if he does he will have more than his father to worry about.'

'Thankyou Harry, and don't hesitate to ask if there is anything you need for the baby.'

Harry smiled at Mr Weasly.

'Her name is Hermione Megan Potter, Mr Weasly, would Molly like me to bring her over at some point?' Harry said with a smile.

'I'm sure she would love that Harry. Nice name for the baby. We all Miss Hermione, she was such a light in our lives, and she helped me so much with my plug collection!'

The memory brought a smile to Harry's lips.

'I better be going Mr Weasly'

The Minister for Magic smiled at Harry,

'Indeed you should, getting little Hermione home, I suppose'

Harry nodded and walked through to corridors, down in the lift, and into the leaving zone of the ministry. Turning on his heal, Harry potter stepped into his new life as a father.