A/N: Yay for quick updates! This was one of my favorite chapters to write for this story. I've said it before and I will say it again, I do NOT plan on this being a long story. Maybe somewhere around 10 chapters.

As always, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

WARNING: Language and light violence in this chapter.

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Draco Malfoy was not exactly sure what he was doing here. Mr. Burke had sent him an urgent owl saying that he had to come to the shop immediately. As the tinkling bell sounded over his head when he stepped into the dusty store, Mr. Burke looked up at him with a grin. "Glad you made it, Mr. Malfoy."

"Mr. Burke," he shook his outstretched hand. "Always a pleasure. However, if this is about another rare magic item you have for sale, it had better be something more impressive than the enchanted teapot you tried selling me once."

"This has nothing to do with my shop or any items I want to buy or sell. This is actually about a much more personal matter of yours."

"A personal matter of mine?"

"Are you still offering a reward for any information on your son?"

Draco Malfoy hid his surprise with a wicked smirk. "That depends on who is offering the information."

"I am," said Mr. Burke sternly.

Draco considered his options. He could either agree to the reward price he'd been offering in the newspaper for the past five years, or he could pull out his wand and threaten Mr. Burke on the pain of death to tell him the information and not give him a sickle.

Right now he knew it was in his best interest to humor the shopkeeper. Without taking his eyes off of Mr. Burke he extracted money from his pocket and dropped it on the counter. "Consider this a small down payment. If you have some knowledge that is actually useful to me I will guarantee payment of the rest of the promised reward."

Mr. Burke smiled with an evil glint in his eye. "I can give you your boy's home address."

...

Draco Malfoy stopped in front of the address of the house Mr. Burke had given him. He was instantly disgusted by the overall muggle feeling of the area. He could hear children giggling down the street and the rumbling sound of a running lawn mower.

With purposeful steps he strode up the walk to the front door. Even though he had donned a casual muggle suit for the occasion, he couldn't help but keep a traveling cloak around his solid shoulders. The suit was black but the cloak was an ink bottle green.

What would he say to his son? Honestly he hadn't thought this through at all before arriving. As he raised a fist to knock on the large oak door, he realized with a jolt that he had no idea what he was going to say.

Would he beg Scorpius to return home? Demand that he leave the Weasley girl at once? Worse, what if the wench was here? Shaking his head to clear it, he brought his fist down swiftly three times.

Three knocks resounded loudly throughout the house. Rose Malfoy had just set Pollux gently down in his crib. The baby boy was fast asleep, one hand up at his face with his thumb in his mouth. Rose affectionately patted his soft curls before skipping down the stairs to answer the door.

With a smile she pulled the front door open and immediately jumped back in shock and horror. Draco Malfoy stood on the threshold and Rose didn't think she would have been more frightened if it had been Lord Voldemort himself.

A scream escaped her as she scrambled back. It would be foolish, she knew, to close the door. There were no wards on her house and as Mr. Malfoy clearly had his wand drawn, he could easily blast the front door down if Rose refused him entry.

Recovering from her initial surprise, Rose pulled herself up to her full height and asked angrily, "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to speak with my son. Where is he?" Draco bit out impatiently. Rose blanched. Scorpius was at work and would be for at least three more hours. Was this some sort of test? If Rose told Draco that Scorpius was at work, would he take the opportunity to kill or kidnap Rose?

She silently cursed herself for leaving her wand in the sitting room, but Adara occasionally got ahold of it whenever it was within her reaching distance so Rose had taken to keeping it up high on the mantle above the fireplace.

Adara! The little girl was playing in the backyard and wouldn't come in until Rose called for her. With any luck Draco would never know about the children. He obviously didn't seem to know about them now. Rose knew that if he did know about them, he probably would have been tearing the house apart in an attempt find them. And kill them.

Damn it damn it damn it! Rose didn't know what to do. Only a moment had passed but all of these thoughts and more had run through her head. How should she proceed?

"He's, um, out, but I expect him home any time. If you're truly here only to talk with him, then I suggest we wait in the sitting room," her voice was firm and confident.

"Do you take me for a fool, Ms. Weasley?"

"Mrs. Malfoy," she corrected boldly.

Draco sneered, "Just because you and my idiot son were married by some muggle official does not mean that your marriage is recognized as legal and binding in the magical world. You've not been bonded by a wizard official, therefore I do not recognize this farce of a marriage."

Rose bit her lip to keep from telling him that she and Scorpius had been married by a wizard official. They'd had to pay him off to keep quiet about it, but they had done it. Instead, she continued, "Is that why you wish to speak to my husband? In hopes that he will leave me and return to Malfoy Manor?"

"I will not speak of personal matters with someone of your status, Ms. Weasley. Now, you have already kindly invited me in. However," he brought his wand up to aim it directly at her chest, "I do not wish to be led to the sitting room. As I do not see your wand on your person, I can only assume that you have foolishly left your wand in the sitting room and were attempting to lure me there. We will wait for my son in the kitchen," he jerked his head toward the left, the opposite direction of the sitting room, where he could clearly see a stove in an adjacent room.

Glaring viciously, but with no other choice with a wand aimed at her, she marched toward the kitchen feeling much more like she was facing the gallows. Again, Rose was panicking. Lux never slept for more than two hours, if she was lucky. Normally it was just an hour and a half. He would be crying long before Scorpius arrived home. Rose needed to get Mr. Malfoy out of the house before he knew of the children.

She silently thanked the wizard gods that she had cleaned the house that morning. There were no toys strewn about. As they always ate in the dining room, Rose didn't even have to worry about him glimpsing a highchair. The only evidence that a child lived in the house was the sippy cup on the counter which she casually knocked into the sink so he wouldn't see it.

There weren't any pictures in the kitchen either. With a sigh of relief, Rose leaned stiffly against the kitchen sink feeling a bit faint. It wasn't uncommon for pregnant women to get dizzy spells and with the added stress, she was fighting to stand up at the moment as all she wanted to do was lie down.

"Tea would be lovely," Draco said as he sat at the small kitchen table where Rose normally sat to drink her afternoon tea. There was a window beside it and Rose hoped fervently that Adara wouldn't come running along that side of the house.

With shaking hands, Rose put the kettle on and braced herself against the counter, feeling like she might be sick. There was a light flutter in her stomach that she knew from experience was the baby moving. She'd felt it occasionally for a couple of days now, and rubbed her hand against her slight bump reassuringly and whispered quietly enough so Draco wouldn't hear, "It's okay, Baby, I'll take care of you."

With renewed strength at the reminder of what she was protecting, Rose flicked open cabinet doors, pulled out mugs for tea, honey, spoons, sugar, and placed it all in front of Draco with pursed lips. "Ah, it's seems you are capable of doing something right," he said grudgingly as he sipped at his tea.

She gave him a stiff nod. "I only wish I had been smart enough to keep poison in the kitchen so I could have slipped it into your cup."

Despite himself, Draco gave a snort of amusement. "Murder is much harder than one might think, Ms. Weasley."

"Do you plan on murdering me?"

Draco said nothing. There was a long uncomfortable silence. The minutes stretched by as Rose stood far away from him, against the counter, and he sat drinking tea, watching her, and occasionally glancing out the window. before she knew it, he'd already been there for almost an hour.

Her feet were aching terribly. They'd already been hurting before he arrived. Pregnancy did that to you, she knew. But she couldn't resist any longer. Moving slowly, she inched to a chair on the opposite end of the small table and sat down across from her father-in-law.

"I never planned on killing you," he offered out of nowhere, "that was my father's plan if Scorpius refused to leave you."

"Oh, how reassuring," she said with faux enthusiasm.

"You don't understand, you filthy little half-blood. Some of us wizards still have standards. Some of us still understand how important blood purity is. Perhaps the Dark Lord went about it the wrong way, but he definitely had the right idea. Imagine someone being born into a muggle home with muggle parents. Growing up never knowing about our society and our world. Then, suddenly, at the age of eleven, thrusting them into the midst of it. They are hardly deserving to study the magical arts."

"Imagine," countered Rose, "a witch or wizard being born to muggle parents. Being raised by muggles. Then one day discovering the truth. Being shunned by wizard society because he or she was not born to wizard parents. That hardly seems fair."

Draco honestly wasn't sure how to reply. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I don't believe it. I simply cannot accept that a witch or wizard is born to muggle parents. How is that even possible? Muggle and wizard are two different species."

"How dare you!" Rose was careful to keep her voice down so she didn't wake the baby, but she wanted so badly to scream the words at him. "We are all humans, Draco! Race doesn't matter. Gender doesn't matter. Why should there be any distinction between muggle and wizard? Also, I have taken the time over the years to read many studies done on muggleborns. Do you know what most scholars agree on? Muggleborns are the result of a latent magical gene. Normally the descendent of a squib. If traced back far enough, I can almost guarantee that somewhere down the line there was a magical ancestor."

"That doesn't change the fact that he or she was raised by muggles. It's unfair, is it not, to be a part of a world that none of your family is a part of? They would never understand you. They might even come to be afraid of you. It seems cruel, doesn't it?" he argued.

"During the war my mother Obliviated her parents. She erased herself from their memories. Changed their names and sent them to a different country to hide them from Voldemort. When she found them over a year later, and restored their memories, they didn't fear her. They didn't hate her. They still loved and accepted her. Perhaps, on occasion, there are some muggles who resent their magical children, but it's far crueler to let a witch or wizard grow up never truly knowing what they are."

At that moment, Rose's heart faltered. Upstairs a baby was crying. Pollux was awake. His loud cry of "Mumumumum!" could be heard clearly by both adults in the kitchen.

Draco Malfoy had never felt such a surge or disgust and hatred in his life. Instantly his rage threatened to boil over. How fucking dare this insignificant wench give birth to a half-blood Malfoy! He would kill it. He would rather kill that crying child upstairs than claim it as his grandchild!

He stood up so quickly that his chair toppled backwards behind him. Rose was frozen in horror for only a split second before she, too, leapt to her feet. "It's not what you think," she said. "I'm just babysitting for the neighbors."

For one glorious moment Draco was inclined to believe her. It was the hope that perhaps his son wasn't as stupid as he thought. Perhaps Scorpius really did have enough pride to keep from impregnating this bint. Then that hope was shattered.

"Mummy?" a little girl came bounding into the kitchen. There was dirt smudged on her cheek but other than that she looked absolutely perfect. Something happened inside Draco Malfoy upon seeing this little girl that was so profound that he nearly dropped his wand. He didn't think that he had ever truly known what love was until now.

He had always wanted a daughter. Astoria knew this but she hadn't wanted any children at all. Draco had only talked her into having Scorpius by convincing her that they needed an heir. He loved Scorpius more than anyone else in the world, but as he inspected his granddaughter, he felt like his heart expanded.

She had platinum silver hair. His hair. And while, yes, she did look just a bit too much like a Weasley for his liking, he couldn't help but be instantly wrapped around her little finger. The girl blinked her large blue eyes at him and even though he was loathe to admit she looked a lot like her mother, there was a lot of Scorpius in her as well. Which meant that when Draco looked at her, he also saw a lot of himself.

Rose was in front of the little girl in a flash, shielding her from Draco's view. "Mummy," the little girl continued, "Lux is crying." So that was why she'd come into the kitchen. Concern for her sibling.

"Don't you look at her! Don't you even fucking look at her!" Rose screamed.

"Move out of the way, Weasley, before I hex you," Draco growled. Rose didn't know what to do. If she wasn't pregnant, she wouldn't move until Draco forced her to against her will. But it was dangerous to be hit with any spell when you were pregnant. Draco could easily cause her to miscarry. Which child did she choose to protect?

"Don't you threaten my mum!" The girl sassed. Without her mother's consent, Adara darted between her legs and stormed up to Draco. With her eyes locked on his face she said, "You look like my dad. Except your eyes are grey. And you're old."

In the most dignified way he could, he replied, "I am not old."

"You're older than my daddy. You frown a lot, did you know that? My daddy smiles all the time. Why aren't you smiling? Are you sad?"

"Insufferable," he muttered. "You must get that from the Weasleys."

"Excuse me, I asked if you were sad."

"Yes, I am a bit sad. I'm also angry and confused."

"Why?"

As they spoke, Rose stood frozen in shock. Draco had lowered his wand and was now speaking to Adara as if Rose wasn't even there. "Because your daddy is my son and I haven't seen him in a very long time."

"Do you miss him?"

"Yes, I do."

"He's at work right now. You can wait here for him if you want. I like your wand. What's in it? My daddy's wand has a unicorn hair in it and Mummy's has a dragon heartstring."

"My wand has a unicorn hair core, like your father's," was his short reply.

"What's your name? I'm Adara, but you can call me Addie."

Draco smiled at her. When Astoria was pregnant that was one of the names he was considering for Scorpius if he had been a girl. Of course he was partial to his other name choice, Gemini. "It's nice to meet you, Adara," the name rolled off of his tongue sweetly. "I'm Draco."

Adara's blue eyes widened comically. "You're Draco?"

"You've heard of me?"

"Run!" Adara shouted, "Run, Mummy! It's Draco!" the poor little girl sounded on the verge of tears. "He's the one that Daddy said wanted to ki-kill you!" She threw herself toward her mother, grasped hold of her hand and tried to pull Rose from the room.

"Addie," said Rose softly, "go upstairs and take care of your brother, okay? Pollux is still crying. Give him his teddy bear and sing him his favorite lullaby, okay?"

Tears were rolling silently down Adara's pale perfect cheeks but she nodded and scampered out of sight. "Scorpius told you that I intended to kill you?"

"Not exactly. He mentioned that his family would kill me if they found us and he has mentioned all of your names at some point or another. Our daughter is rather intelligent and it seems she's put a few things together."

"So it would seem," he was looking down at his wand, fingering it lightly.

"If you're going to kill me," her voice shook only slightly, "please don't kill the children. You can - you can claim they're pureblood if you want," she pleaded desperately. "You can say that Scorpius had an affair with some pureblood witch and that Adara and Pollux are the results. But please, please Draco, don't kill them. They're only children. Scorpius loves them so much."

They stood staring at each other for a few moments longer before Draco said, "Go get your son. I would like to see him."

Taking the opportunity, Rose exited the kitchen. When she rounded the corner, she sprinted for the sitting room instead of the going to the stairs. Her wand!

The moment her hand wrapped around the familiar thin piece of wood, she gave it a sharp flick and her silvery Patronus flew out the window before it could even take a proper form.

Draco came sprinting into the room and they stood several feet apart, both of their wands raised, glaring at each other. Rose knew that she was no match for Draco Malfoy. She hadn't used any defensive spells in years and he was an accomplished wizard who'd fought in many battles, even if he had been on the wrong side of them.

But she had to try. Her children were upstairs, Scorpius was hopefully on his way the moment he received her Patronus, and maybe she could manage to hold Draco off long enough for Scorpius to reach them.

"You don't have to do this," said Rose. "You can leave right now and never come back. You've already seen that your son has a life here and a family. It's too late to convince him to live his life the way you wanted him to."

"All you have to do, Weasley, is lower your wand. I've already told you that I have no plans to kill you. The only things I have asked for are to speak with my son and see my grandchildren. Are you really going to duel me over such innocent requests?"

"You can't lie to me, Draco. I saw the look on your face when Pollux started crying. You might not plan to kill me, but I could see in your eyes your desire to cause harm to my children, and I won't let you."

At the exact same moment, spells were shot from both of their wands.

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Scorpius Malfoy was sitting at his desk hunched over a stack of papers. He gave a yawn and scratched his head before gazing out the window. It was a beautiful day and he wanted nothing more than to finish this work and be home with his family. He could take them to the park. Pollux was just at that age where we enjoyed swinging in the baby swing on the swing set.

A ball of silver zoomed into his office at that moment and stopped on top of his desk. It took the form of a dove as it spoke. One simple little word. "Help!"

Always having his wand with him, Scorpius extracted it from inside his suit coat, spun on the spot, and Disapparated.

He landed on his front lawn. From outside the home, it looked like nothing was amiss. Unfortunately, Scorpius knew better. He rushed in and could hear Pollux crying upstairs. Then another angry voice shouted, "Let me in, damn it!"

That voice sent Scorpius into panic mode. He sprinted up the stairs, skipping two at a time until he reached the landing. Down the hall he saw his father shooting spell after spell repeatedly at Pollux's bedroom door, but it wouldn't budge.

Relief washed through Scorpius. Rose must have barricaded herself and the children in that room. Scorpius had the advantage as Draco still hadn't noticed his arrival. "Stupefy!"

Draco was knocked sideways from the force of the spell, his wand flying out of his hand, and lay motionless on the floor. Stepping quickly over his father's unconscious form, Scorpius tapped lightly on the door and said, "Rose? It's me, let me in, love."

Tentatively the door swung open. Adara was huddled in the corner of the room holding Pollux tightly as the infant screamed. "Daddy!" Adara beamed up at him as Scorpius scooped his children into his arms.

"Where's your mum?" he asked.

"I don't know. They fought – Mummy and Dr-Draco. Downstairs. I heard them. Then Draco came up here and tried getting in."

Now being held by his father, Pollux was much more content and had stopped crying. With both of his children held tightly against his person with one arm, Scorpius strode back into the hallway and bound his father from chest to toes in tight cords. Only then did he whisper, "Ennervate."

Draco's eyes sprung open but before he had the chance to even take in his surroundings, Scorpius growled, "Where is she? Where's Rose?"

"Sitting room."

With his father trailing behind him, levitating magically a few inches off the ground, Scorpius bounded down the stairs to find his wife lying unconscious in a completely wrecked sitting room. Everything in there was destroyed.

"She's only stunned," drawled Draco. "She put up a hell of a fight though."

Scorpius knelt beside her. "Ennervate." Nothing happened. He said it again, with more force, but still there was no response.

With panic setting in, Draco was quick to snap, "I swear, I only stupefied her."

Scorpius's complexion paled as realization set in. He whipped around and hissed venomously, "She's pregnant, you bastard!"

"I-I didn't know. I swear, Scorpius, she didn't tell me!"

"Of course she didn't!" he roared, "If she had, you would have killed her! Don't think that I don't know what you would have done, Father! I can imagine just how much shame and disgust you feel knowing that I had children with someone like Rose. Someone with her parentage! Fucking hell, I need to get her to St. Mungo's…" he wrapped one arm around her slim frame, his hand resting very gently on her slight bump, and Apparated his family to St Mungo's, leaving his father behind.