Draco was pacing, racking his brain, wondering where his wife and child could be. He had been out shopping for flowers, randomly buying them for Ginny. Now, here he was-a Malfoy, with tears in his eyes, searching his mind for anything that might lead to finding his family.

Then something came to his attention. On the floor, in the baby's room, was a note. A crumpled piece of parchment, something he wouldn't have noticed before. He picked it up and opened it slowly. It was addressed to him.

Draco Malfoy,

We have your wife and daughter. They are in good hands for now. They will be good use for the plan. Please don't worry too much, love.

Pansy Parkinson

Draco stared at the paper for a bit and furrowed. That stupid bitch. How could she even say that? Does she have a child to care for and a spouse whom she loves so dearly? How could this happen? She couldn't know anything about how he felt.

He suddenly stormed out the door, and went outside into the blistering cold. He then apparated to Malfoy Manor, where he was greeted by his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, who fussed over him until he was in front of the fire with a hot cup of cocoa.

"Okay, mum, stop. Where is Ginny?"

"Sit down, dear." She said, motioning to the chair.

"No! I know you know where she is!" He shoved the chair over.

"Draco, you have to understand… I can't tell you."

Draco was about to protest more, when he heard a loud cry from the library. He dropped the cup of cocoa where it shattered on the hard stone floor. He ran over to the library, several rooms away. When he came upon the library door, it was open a little bit so he could probably see what was going on. He shifted so he could see inside the room. He saw two hooded figures and a small child.

"She must be disposed of! She knows too much!"

"No!" the second figure said, slapping the other figure across the face. It took a moment for him to recover, but he said the next words as coldly as he could.

"You have to sort out your loyalties, or you may end up dead as well!" he dissaparated and the other figure took the child in his arms.

"I don't know why I agreed to find a place for you to live in case your father died." The man put the child down, "And too bad it was I who killed him."

The child was left crying, and sobbing, "Daddy!" she yelled, her doll-like curls framing her tear-stained face. The man just stood staring at her, "Go to Narcissa." Then he turned on his heel and went toward the door. Draco found himself hiding in around the corner. The child wandered down the hall to where Draco's mother was.

"Shit." He said. He took a few slow breaths and went down the hall to his mother again.

"Mother! You have to leave NOW!"

"What is this about Draco?"

"I can't explain, just leave!" His mother looked at him with the utmost confusion but then saw the look of seriousness on his face. She sighed.

"Fine. Elizabeth and I will be at the summer house."

Before he saw her leave, Draco turned on his heel and went to search for his father. He finally found his father prowling the corridor, by the front door, when he shouted.

"Father!"

Lucius turned around.

"How'd you know it was me? Lucky guess?" He drawled.

.Draco grabbed his fathers robe, "I am not here to play guessing games! Where are Ginny and Artemis!"

"I haven't the slightest idea…"

"Bloody hell yes you do!" He shoved Lucius against the door, so he would wince.

"Why should I tell you, son?" he smiled maniacally and Draco released him, clenching his teeth.

"Yes, father…Why should you tell you're only son where his one true love is? Why should you tell him where your granddaughter is? Why should you let him suffer?"

"Draco, I've ever seen this side of you. I didn't raise you to be emotional." Lucius chuckled.

"Fuck you!" Draco said, "I should have known you wouldn't have any good in you left. And I bet you're going to let that bastard kill mum and that child. I don't have a father any more. I have a curse." Draco pushed his father to the side.

"Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to search for my wife, while you let yours die."Draco opened the door, and was about to disapparate when his father spoke.

"I'll take you to her…" he said. Draco looked back and looked in his fathers eyes. The self-pride was gone from his eyes, and they seemed empty. So evil, but empty still the same.

His father took him to an unfamiliar place. An old, crumbling castle stood before him, and shadows danced on the stone and in the cracks. The deep night scared him, and the trees seemed as if they were alive, moaning and swaying along with the whistling wind. When Draco looked back to his father for a look of security, his father was gone.