A/N - Here's Chapter 2! You get a bit of Draco in this chappie!

Previously

Neville then spoke, "Where do you suppose he's been?"

Harry stood abruptly. "I'm sorry Ron but I have to go. Can you tell Ginny I had matters to deal with at work when she gets back?" He walked straight to the fireplace without waiting for an answer. He grabbed the powder and disappeared in flames muttering "Ministry of Magic".

Harry entered the Aurors office and went to the front desk. The secretary, a pretty blond girl that had graduated from Hogwarts just two years prior, smiled at him. "Mr. Potter, what can I do for you?" she asked excitedly. More than ten years since the war and still Harry couldn't escape the fame.

"I need to speak to the Minister, it's urgent." He said stressing the last word. Harry was greatly worried, the Daily Prophet had published new information before he had even heard. It was secret business that he had been on the case of the missing Malfoy ten years prior. The ministry had put together a team of Aurors whose primary assignment was to track down Malfoy and deem the threat he posed. After six months they still had nothing, so they deemed him not a threat, and presumed him dead.

In other words, this was big news. Neo-Death Eaters were on the rise and they hadn't a clue who was their leader. As the secretary made a series of notices and sent them to the proper people, Harry contemplated Malfoy's involvement. 'He has been off the grid for ten years, how has he been getting into contact with their sympathizers, was he, and most importantly where is he, and what is he doing now?' the seemingly endless trail of questions ran through Harry's head until the Secretary received a message. "The minister will see you in his office Mr. Potter."

Harry walked down the ostensibly eternal hallway. He finally reached the elevators and stepped into an empty one. He was stopped shortly after by Dean Thomas who looked at Harry expectantly. "Harry, are you on your way to the Minister's office as well?" It was plain that the man was concerned for his job.

Harry nodded, "Haven't you seen the papers?" Dean indicated that he had not and Harry answered simply, "It's Malfoy, he's back."

Narcissa Malfoy was in a constant state of stress. Her husband was getting sicker by the day. Dragon pox, a disease said to be 'entirely curable' under normal conditions, was bringing upon the end of her husband's life. He, like his father had caught the disease late in life, and it was those circumstances that changed the disease from "entirely curable" to something akin to a black spot. For some reason the Malfoy's had a weakness to that particular disease. Narcissa was extremely grateful that Draco had caught it and been cured of it at such a young age, although it scared her to death at the time.

She smiled thinking of her only son. He had grown into the most wonderful man. She had been shocked when he showed up at Lucius' bedside yesterday. It wasn't until then that she knew Lucius saw his impending death. She left them alone in the room for a little over an hour. She presumed that they had been discussing finances of the multiple Malfoy companies, as well as their numerous properties, but when she came into the room neither of them were talking. She sat between the two men in an uncomfortable chair that the hospital had provided. They sat for what seemed like forever when Draco had reached over and held his distressed mothers hand.

The action had shocked her at the time; she didn't remember the last time Draco had held her hand. Her best presumption of that date was sometime before his fifth birthday. She began to cry. The tears fell down her cheeks betraying everything she had ever been taught about appearances. Her tears turned to quiet sobs which increased in volume until she was bawling in her son's arms.

She slightly shuttered at the memory, she knew it had hurt Lucius to see her cry. He really did love her, and he told her later that night that he had never felt so helpless. Not when on trial, not immediately after the war, and not even at the hands of Voldemort did he ever feel so helpless as watching her cry. She resolved herself that very minute to never cry in front of Lucius again.

She looked around her husband's room. The cream walls and charmed windows didn't cover the fact that this was a hospital. There was still the smell, the distinct smell of disease and rotting bodies, a smell she knew far too well.

Narcissa decided to distract herself by reading the Prophet, but at first glance she saw their name as the headliner.

Malfoy Heir Reappears

Her heart dropped at the headline, the media only created problems. She however smiled when she thought of Draco's exit the previous night.

Lucius had been trying to ask his son something all night. Neither Narcissa nor Draco knew what it was, but he couldn't seem to get it out.

"Father" he said a bit reluctantly. "I should be getting home now, is there anything I can do? I suppose we're done with what we were discussing earlier?" Lucius nodded, and Narcissa frowned. She didn't like being out of the loop, especially at a critical time like this.

Lucius took a deep breath, "Yes, I suppose so."

The silence made them all uncomfortable. Their family wasn't use to expressing much.

"Is that all?" Draco asked somewhat crestfallen.

Lucius hesitated, but took a deep breath and spoke again, "Son, could you," He struggled "would you mind… bringing the children down?" He looked relieved at having gotten it out.

Draco smiled, "Of course, I'm sure they would love that. Regina too."

The ministry was in upheaval. The original 'Malfoy Team" had been reassembled and was frantically working on finding him as soon as magically possible. Harry and Dean were going over all the old case files and leads, while Padma Patil and Sean McLaggen were interviewing the 'witnesses' although all they witnessed was the boy alive. Blaise Zabini was actually compiling the information they recovered.

Blaise had been a welcome surprise to the Aurors office. He had always looked down upon Harry and all of the other Gryffindors, it wasn't until much later that Harry realized that Blaise looked down on everybody. Harry had been surprised to see him on Malfoy's case all those years ago because he assumed they were friends. Little did he know, they only tolerated each other's company. Their relationship was much like Harry's and Blaise's today.

Harry had come across a particular bit of information that sparked his interest. "Zabini!" He called and turned back to the files.

Blaise walked up to him and read over his shoulder, "Vault's under the name of Draco Malfoy have been empty… a significant amount of money has also been taken out of the Malfoy family vaults, and transferred to another anonymous vault in Switzerland…" Harry gave Blaise a knowing look.

Blaise was confused for a minute, before realization overcame him. "Gringotts recently acquired a Switzerland branch."

"Not only a new branch, that bank specifically." Harry said.

Blaise smiled, "And Gringotts is stationed in London, which means…"

"That we can acquire the vault information with a warrant from the Ministry." Harry finished his sentence and they both smiled, for what may have been the first time in history.

Blaise rushed off to get the appropriate documents, while Harry filled the rest in on what was happening.

Ginny was distracted all through dinner. Harry never left without a word, not once in nine years of marriage. She couldn't get her mind off of him and didn't make good company.

The children were all talking over each other at the far side of the dining room, and the men were off talking about god knows what. Ginny stared vacantly while Hermione and Hannah talked. Eventually Hannah and Neville had to go, leaving the Weasleys and the Potters with the exception of Harry that is.

Hermione tried to talk to Ginny but she just was just brushed off. Once Hermione had the kids quietly playing a game in the other room she approached the troubled red head again. "Gin, I'm sure everything's alright." She finally looked back at her sister-in-law.

"I hope so." She muttered, her face still the emotionless mask.

Hermione decided she needed more direct action. She would try to distract her. "Gin I was thinking you and I could both go to drop off Rose and Albus at Kindergarten. Just because it's their first day and all." Life sparked in Ginny's eyes.

"Yes, I totally forgot. I've been thinking of nothing but tomorrow for weeks, and now I've forgotten it."

Hermione urged Ginny to calm down and they finally decided that Albus and Ginny would Floo over in the morning and all four of them would walk to the school, not a half mile away from the Weasleys house.

A/N - Ok so lame end, but next chapter will be better, promise! and... Regina and the kids? let me know what you think!