I hope you like this new update, like I said, not many chapters left to go...I have to decide what I want to do for my next story, so send back some ideas or what you would really like me to work on, it doesn't even have to deal with Daughter of the... if you don't want it to, just let me know what you would like me to work on. ENJOY!
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"Harry, you can't just go accusing someone, especially someone with no record whatsoever."
"Ron, I know that she did it, I KNOW!" Harry was pacing back in forth in their office, awaiting the head Auror to call him back in. "It all makes sense now, why everything that has happened in the last months has happened. Don't you see, it's like pieces in a puzzle to her, she loved it!"
"Harry, you need to calm down, there is no reason to accuse her at all!"
"I don't believe it, I will prove it's her, whether anyone believes me or not!" A witch walked in the room, her amber robes swishing, it made Harry think of that horrible woman and shake his head angrily. The woman looked at Harry for a moment.
"He will see you now, Mr. Potter," She turned on her heals and strode out the door at a brisk pace. Harry followed as quickly as he could, his hands shaking. He quickly stuffed them in his pockets, not wanting to bring his anxiety to anyone's notice. The woman sat behind her secretary's desk as Harry entered the office. The Head Auror sat there, writing on a bit of parchment. Harry sat down and waited anxiously, wanting to know what the Auror had to say so that he could find his wife.
"Mr. Potter, first let me tell you how sorry I am that this is happening to you. Sometimes fame does affect a family in these ways, and we must use them to test our family bonds. We are doing everything we possibly can to find your wife, I am sure that you understand that matter extremely well. But I must explain to you that you cannot accuse the person you wish to. This woman is an upstanding citizen, so she had a crush on you back when you were younger, what schoolgirl didn't? My wife has even admitted to such a thing. I do not think that a law-abiding citizen would have done such a thing. You must understand this. There is no outstanding evidence, nothing to suggest at all…" The Aurors voice trailed off, and Harry stared at him astonished. The Auror leaned back in his chair, his graying black hair receding. His hazel eyes expressed sympathy, but Harry knew that he was brushing Harry off as another desperate husband searching for his wife by pointing the finger at unsuspecting people. Harry felt his whole stomach rise to his throat. He was one of the best Aurors in the business. He had solved crimes that people had sworn were unsolvable, now he was being brushed off! No one believed him, but his gut hadn't failed him yet. He was still the Boy Who Lived, wasn't he? He would prove he was right no matter what happened, it didn't matter. He stood up, not wanting to stand in this cluttered, small, dingy office for another moment. These were precious seconds being wasted on a person who didn't trust Harry to make a good decision. Harry slowly nodded, trying to take in everything that was happening in his brain.
"I understand perfectly, sir, please forgive me, I didn't mean any harm whatsoever." He turned and strode away; ready to get ready to find his wife. He knew who had taken her, now he just needed to prove it. He quickly ran to Eliza Muddle's desk. Eliza had always fancied him, he knew that. Now he needed to call in a favor. "Eliza, love, can you get me all the information you can on Sally-Anne Perks?"
"Of course, when do you need it Harry?" She asked, happy to accommodate. Obviously she hadn't heard the news on Ginny, she was unusually chipper. Come to think of it, Harry thought, maybe she had...
"An hour ago." She nodded, giving him a small wink, he smiled back, running back to his office and grabbing some files, sticking them in his dragon-skin briefcase.
"Where are you going Harry?" Ron stood up from his desk worriedly.
"Don't worry, Ron, I am quite alright. You were right, I was over-reacting." Harry grabbed the briefcase. "I am going to stay with my kids until something comes up on Ginny's whereabouts."
"That's a way, mate, good thinking, I knew you were just worried. No one can blame you at all." Harry nodded, turning and rushing out of the room as quickly as he had come in. He walked out of the building, quickly Apparating back to the house. He eased open the door, trying not to be seen and walked quickly into Sirius's old office. He closed the door quietly. A pang of hurt hit his stomach as he saw Sirius's family tree on the wall. He shook his head, trying to ignore it. He shuffled through files, grabbing pieces of paper. He shoved them all into his briefcase, wanting to get out of the house as soon as possible. He had to go see Sally before she left for work or did anything else. He quickly shut the briefcase, and papers fell of the desk, blowing across the room. "Bugger," He mumbled, not wanting to waste time. He left as silently as he came in, knowing he had to hurry to get to her house.
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I watched as my dad silently shut the door. I huddled underneath the banister of the staircase so that he wouldn't be able to see me unless he had looked extra carefully. My knees were beginning to wobble from staying down so long and I slowly stood up, feeling needles poke up and down my legs as I stretched out. I crept down the stairs, opening the office door. I shut it silently and started rifling through all the papers on the floor. The fragrance of books wafted through my nose. I loved that smell. I felt like I was safe when that smell was around me. A slip of paper caught my eye. It was a resume that Sally Perks had filled out. My dad had circled the address on it. I gasped. Was this who he thought did it? Could Malfoy's lawyer actually be the kidnapper? My father wouldn't be working on anything else at a time like this. I nodded my head, deciding that I was going to go to her house and look for any clues.
I looked up and jumped back, stifling a scream. Derrick leaned against the door frame, looking at me accusingly. I folded my arms, rolling my eyes. "What do you want?" I asked accusingly. He just shook his head.
"I want to know what you just found," He stated curtly.
"None of your concern, now if you will excuse me, I have to be somewhere." I tried to circumvent him, but he blocked the doorway with his arms. He flicked his wand and the paper flew into his hands. I tried to grab it, but he elbowed me away from it. "Give it back Derrick!"
"Why would you need information on Sally Perks?" he questioned.
"I don't know, my father had it in his briefcase, I found it on the floor, he must have upset it."
"Does your father think she had something to do with it?" I shrugged, rolling my eyes.
"I believe so, why should that matter to you?"
Derrick got up into my face, looking me straight in the eye. "My father might be an evil man, but I am still flesh and blood to him. I still care. So if you intend to go looking for your mother, I intend to join you."
"No you won't," I snapped indignantly. He shook his head, smiling.
"Try and stop me." I shook my head, my red hair falling out of the loose bun I had it in.
"Fine, do you know a way we can get there, oh mighty Malfoy?" He gave me a sharp smirk.
"As a matter of fact, oh powerful Potter, I do."
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Ginny awoke to the sound of a low rumbling. Her head throbbed. She rolled her neck, feeling the tightness from sleeping in an upright position. She looked over at Malfoy who was already awake. He was watching her through the darkness. Ginny felt a chill go up and down her spine. She shook it off, feeling the baby kick. She gave a little smile at the comfort of having someone with her that she trusted, even if it was unborn. She looked around the cave. The low rumbling receded, and she felt another rumbling inside her stomach.
"I am so hungry," She said to no one in particular. Malfoy nodded, thinking she was speaking directly to him. She sat there, thinking of the vacation she had had with her family during the summer. She had been pregnant, but Harry had taken her to Romania for a family getaway. He had made sure she was always comfortable and they had take millions of pictures. She smiled at all the old memories. Tears started rolling down her face as she realized she might never see her children again.
"Are you all right?" Malfoy questioned, he almost sounded concerned to her.
"NO! I AM NOT ALL RIGHT! I AM STUCK HERE! WITH YOU! AND I CAN'T GET OUT, MY FAMILY MUST THINK I AM DEAD OR WORSE, AND...AND," A look of horror filled all of Ginny's face. Malfoy furrowed his brow in concern, "and my water just broke..."