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Aphrodite thanked the man and watched him leave her room before turning to her dolls. Her mind was still on that weird lady who had known her name. The one who had claimed to be her mother.

But that couldn't be right. Daddy had said that mummy had died when giving birth to me, she thought.

Frowning she moved over to sit beside her favorite stuffed animal, a rather large male lion. She observed her dolls she had lined up and sighed, turning to the stuffed animal.

"What should I do Mr. Strawbee?" she asked the inanimate object. The thing stared at her through beady black eyes and she sighed again. Her dad hadn't really liked her choice of animal when they had gone shopping for a pet. He had said that there were better things and then he had proceeded to pull a silky snake off the shelf. Aphrodite had then stuck out her tongue and clung to the lion for dear life. Her father had then muttered something about her being like her mother. 'A stubborn little' then he had said something that Aphrodite wasn't allowed to repeat. Needless to say, she had gotten her stuffed animal along with several other toys she had lobbied for. She didn't know where she had come up with the name, she just knew that it sounded a lot like strawberries and she liked it a lot.

Once again the image of that woman appeared in her mind and she found herself staring in the large mirror Ms. Parkinson had bought for her. In the recent years she had started to really doubt her father's logic in what her mother had looked like. She had started realizing that, though they had the same eye color, this was the only thing that she and her father had in common. She had just guessed that she looked more like her mother. Her untamable hair. Her attitude. Her unbelievable appetite. She supposed they were all from her mother. But that wasn't all that bothered her.

Lately, her father had been edgy. He had become more distant with her, taking long trips to England and other places whose names Aphrodite couldn't pronounce. When her father had finally offered to take her with him to London, she had been overjoyed. But there was something about the shared smiles between him and the other men he worked with that had caused her to become uneasy. She may have only been seven but there was something in her gut that was saying that his behavior was one to be cautious of.

Then there was that lady again. Why was it that Aphrodite couldn't keep her mind off of the lady who had tried to strangle her father?

Aphrodite turned back to Mr. Strawbee, who was still just staring at her. "Do you think daddy would mind if we paid the lady a visit?" she asked. When the stuffed animal didn't answer, she took his silence for a 'No, not at all!' and got up off the floor and dusted off her jeans. Knowing that the trip down to where daddy kept the intruders was noisy, Aphrodite took off her shoes and went over to the dresser. Opening one of her drawers she pulled out a box and opened it. Smiling, she pulled out some dung bombs and stuffed them in her pockets before heading for her door.

"Wait here, Mr. Strawbee," she ordered, shutting the door behind her.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Aphrodite stopped to see Ms. Parkinson coming down the hall. Aphrodite straightened, putting on the expressionless face her father had used so many times.

"I'm going to the bathroom," she lied.

Pansy rolled her eyes and then passed by. "Well, I'm not going to help you," she said stiffly, disappearing around the corner.

Aphrodite made a face in the lady's direction, mimicking what she said before taking off down the other hall. Stopping a large tapestry, she lifted the end and slipped behind it, heading down the small stairwell. Stopping at the bottom, she listened for voices. She could hear some male voices but they soon left the corridor. Waiting some more, she finally lifted the other tapestry and slipped out, padding off down the next set of stairs. She was almost at the bottom when she tripped over her socks and stumbled down the stairs, knocking into a small table. There was a rather expensive vase on the table and it started to wobble. Aphrodite grabbed out for it just as if fell and she snatched it out of the air just before it hit the ground. Thanking her father for his Quiditch skills. That was the only other thing she inherited from Draco Malfoy. Giving out a sigh of relief and setting the vase back on the table, she took off silently, slowing down only when she finally got to the prisoners cells.

Looking around, she spotted the woman from the entrance hall leaning against the bars, tears running down her cheeks. Aphrodite looked around for guards then quietly made her way over to the cell.

"Hello," she whispered politely.

The lady jerked then looked around, spotting Aphrodite. Her eyes grew. "Aphrodite!" she gasped.

The little girl frowned. "How do you know my name?" she asked, staying a safe distance away so that she wasn't within grabbing distance.

The lady bit her lip. "I'm your mother," she whispered.

Aphrodite shook her head. "My mommy died when she gave birth to me," she stated.

"No… Malfoy's been lying to you," the woman said.

"Daddy wouldn't lie to me," Aphrodite shot, getting slightly annoyed.

The lady turned around and whispered something. There was some shuffling around then two little girls came to the bars. Aphrodite's eyes grew large and she scrambled over to the bars. The two girls on the other side of the bars looked exactly like her. Well, almost like her. Unlike her stormy grey eyes, they had chocolate brown ones like the lady. One of the girls smiled.

"Hi, I'm Artemis," she said kindly.

Aphrodite just stared, her mind filling with questions. She asked the first one that came to her mind.

"Would you like to meet Mr. Strawbee?" she asked.

Artemis frowned. "Who's that?" she asked.

Aphrodite smiled. "He's my friend. I'm sure he'd like you," she said.

"Aphrodite," the lady whispered urgently.

The little girl turned to the lady. "Hmm?"

"Has Malfoy ever told you about what really happened to you?" she asked.

Aphrodite frowned. "He told me that I was his daughter. He's my daddy," she defended.

The lady's shoulders sagged. "Oh honey… you don't believe me…"

Athena crawled forward. "You look like us, you know," she commented.

Aphrodite nodded, frowning. "I… daddy never told me I had sisters," she told them.

"Aphrodite, listen to me," the lady said urgently. "Malfoy's not your dad. Look at you. You two have nothing in common except for your eyes. Your real dad had red hair. And look at your sisters… Aphrodite please," she whispered, noticing that the girl was starting to inch away.

Aphrodite didn't know how to cope with all the information she was being given. Everything the lady was saying some how made sense, yet… If the lady was telling the truth then her daddy wasn't really her daddy but some imposter who had pretended to be her daddy. But he had been so nice. So… dad-like… How could he not be her dad?

"Who's my real daddy and who are you?" she asked quietly but firmly.

The lady dug into her pockets and pulled out a picture. She handed it to Aphrodite who took it and studied it carefully. "The little girls are your other sisters," she whispered.

Aphrodite looked over the picture, her eyes landed on the only man in the picture. He was standing by a tree, holding one of the little girls. He was really handsome and looked happy. He had a bright smile on his face and seemed to be laughing about something.

But the thing that captured Aphrodite's attention was his eyes. They were a bright blue and filled with a feeling Aphrodite couldn't explain. She bit her lip. She had never seen that type of look from her father before… if he even was her father… Before she ever realized what was happening, silent tears were running down her cheeks. She had never had a family like that…

She looked up at the lady and asked the most heartbreaking question they had ever heard.

"Are you my mother?"

The lady nodded, tears flooding her eyes. Aphrodite let out a strangled sob and went over to the bars, where Hermione pulled her into as best a hug as she could manage. She smoothed out the girl's hair, kissing her temple as Aphrodite cried. "Shh… it's ok, now… I'm here," she whispered.

"So who do you think will make the finals this year?" came a voice.

Aphrodite sprung up and turned around. The voices of two men could be heard as they descended the stairs. Aphrodite hesitated for a moment then reached into her pocket and handed Athena something before diving behind a small statue. When the men appeared at the bottom of the staircase, they headed for some chairs in the corner, not noticing the little girl that ran up the stairs and disappeared out of sight.

It was a few hours later when Brandy finally decided to speak. She had been watching Hermione carefully and had to ask the question that had been burdening her ever since that day in the hospital and had been spurred by the confrontation with Aphrodite.

"You never left her behind did you?" she asked quietly.

Hermione looked up from watching Athena sleep and then shook her head, looking back down at the girl, stroking her head as she slept. "No…"

"What happened?"

Hermione closed her eyes. "I didn't know… It happened a month after I had given birth to them…" She turned to Brandy. "Do you remember that trip we took last summer to Albany? That haunted house?" she asked suddenly.

Brandy frowned. "Yeah, I wanted to go inside," she whispered.

Hermione nodded. "Giving birth to three girls had weakened me so much I wasn't able to go on… I was captured by some men and taken to that house," she whispered. "The memory you saw in the hospital of that town wasn't entirely accurate."

"How did you know?"

"Seven years ago, I was captured by Malfoy. Needless to say he did things to me that I shouldn't repeat. Somehow I managed to escape… unfortunately when I went to get the girls, I…" she stopped, her eyes tearing up.

Brandy went over to her, pulling her into a hug as she fell apart.

"He knew I would escape… he knew I would find them… It was only until I got out that I realized that the third child I was holding was nothing more than just a bundle of sheets…" she whispered.

"Oh Hermione," Brandy gasped, pulling her closer. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

Aphrodite found herself in her bedroom, staring at the photo the woman had given her. She liked the man in the photo. He looked much nicer than her dad.

She wiped her eyes and looked over at Mr. Strawbee.

"We have to do something to help them," she told him. When Mr. Strawbee didn't answer she smiled and hugged him. "I knew you'd agree with me. But what should we do?" She paused for a second then shook her head. "No, we couldn't do that… oh! That's a wonderful idea!" she exclaimed. As if knowing, the thing just smiled back at her through dark eyes. She was about to get up when the ground shook. Screaming she fell when she heard something explode. She ran over to her door and opened it, running to the rail along with several other men and women who had no idea what was going on. There was a moment's pause then a woman came running in from the entrance hall to the main foyer, looking around wildly.

"Aurors! At the entrance! They're coming!"

Immediately it was mass chaos. People running in different directions, going to where they were trained to go. Aphrodite ran back to her room and reached under her bed. Pulling out a big box she pulled out several dung bombs, some muggle firecrackers and a huge round orb that she had been saving for a long time. Shoving it all in her little backpack, she grabbed Mr. Strawbee and ran out the door, heading for the tapestry while trying to avoid eyesight, which wasn't hard, seeing as everyone, was focused on the attack at hand. She was almost at the tapestry when someone grabbed her backpack and yanked on it.

"Let go of me!" Aphrodite whined as she was pulled back.

"Where do you think your going?" Pansy Parkinson hissed.

Aphrodite struggled against her, turning around and glaring at the woman. "I'm going to the bathroom, do you mind!" she retorted.

Pansy glared at the little girl. "Oh no you don't!" She screamed, grabbing Aphrodite's arm. Aphrodite leaned down and bit the lady then kicked her in the shin. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a dung bomb and flung it at her. Pansy yelped, her eyes stinging as the thing exploded. The little girl then proceeded to whack Pansy in the stomach with Mr. Strawbee. Pansy wiped the gunk from her eyes, her entire being as well as the hall reeking of something nasty. She screamed at the girl and Aphrodite, for the heck of it, screamed as well, whacking Pansy again in the face before ducking under the tapestry and heading down to the prison cells. She held Mr. Strawbee close.

"Thanks for taking one for the team," she whispered as she stumbled out into the next corridor.

She had to help her mom!

A/N: I know you enjoyed this as much as I did. I love Mr. Strawbee! He rocks!

ronandmion4ever: Maybe they were already able to talk a little sense into her.

sballLuvr5: I hate Malfoy also!

SongxOfxGlory: Correct! I hadn't really thought about it, but I guess she never really noticed them until now.

katerpillar: Well, I hope you were able to do well in school!

Cynthia Cacciola: Right at the end, but she has!

Wesker888: I guess imagining Malfoy as a father is a scary thought. As for seeing what happens after the explosion, I'm not going to tell you everything.

Avanell: Of course. You think I'd let any child of Ron's go off without having Hermione's fiery attitude!

Chapter Tease:

"APHRODITE!"

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