Two days had passed and there were no signs of Emilia. Harry couldn't feel her; it felt like she doesn't exist. There was no communications; nobody asked for ransom. His daughter just disappeared without a trace. For two days, Harry hadn't been able to sleep or eat. Hermione had tried everything she could think of, but to no avail.

It was already the third day after Emilia's disappearance, when at dawn a mysterious glow came from the library. Harry was the only one awake; when suddenly, he felt the tugging feeling, as if something called to him. Immediately, he went to the library. When he opened the door, there, in the middle of the room, on the rug, in a fetal position was laying Emilia. She was dressed in a white gauze dress and her hair was adorned with flowers. There was a bracelet on her wrist with five symbols – a phoenix, a dragon, a fairy, a lily and a dove. Harry's heart skipped a beat; he thought the worst, but then, he noticed Emilia's chest rising and falling. Relieved, he could finally let go a breath that he was holding.

She was sleeping and Harry thought that he was suffering of hallucinations. Tears rolled from his cheeks, when he approached the sleeping girl slowly. He knelt beside her and touched her cheek; his baby girl was there, she had returned. Harry still couldn't believe it, so he bended and nuzzled his little girl. The citrus smell from her Nenuco cologne filled his nostrils. Ah, he sighed, so familiar. Gently he picked her up and set her in his lap. In happiness, he sobbed quietly, so not to wake her up. He was rocking his little treasure and giving his thanks to all deities for her return. After a while, Harry summoned a blanket and a pillow; set them both on the floor and for the first time in days, he let a slumber to overtake him.

In the morning, Hermione discovered them sleeping on the library's floor. She sat there quietly, beside the two sleeping people, with a cup of tea in her hand. Earlier, she had performed a diagnostic spell on Emilia, looking for injuries, curses, poison or illnesses and found that the girl was in perfect health. The only thing different was her magic. The magic cord was showing overly high levels of magic for a girl her age.

The picture in front of her made Hermione's heart ached in relieve, and she cried in silence, so not to disturb them.

A few minutes later, with a horrified cry, "Emilia," Harry jumped up from the floor. Disoriented he looked around and when he saw her beside him, he started crying. He woke her up with his scream.

Harry touched her face and checked to see if there were any injuries "Are you alright? Are you hurt? Are you breathing fine? Oh Emilia! Mi amor chiquito (My little love)."

"Papa, "she said, disentangling from him, "I'm sorry Papa, I shouldn't fallen asleep in the library after my asthma, don't cry Papa, I'm sorry I will not do it again," wiping his tears with her hands. Harry just laughed in reply, "These are happy tears, my angel."

However, at the same time, he was confused by his daughter words, so, sobered up and asked, "Sweetheart, what is the last thing you remember?"

"I had lunch in the kitchen, and I went to explore the house. Then, when I got to the library, I picked up a book to read – the one about fairies, and – after that, just now. Why?" and it was when she noticed Hermione. "Madrina?" (Godmother), sorry, Aunt Mione, Am I still ill? Why are you crying too?"

"Mia," Harry interrupted, "are you hungry?" Emilia nodded. "Let's talk about this after breakfast. For now, go to your room and wash up." The girl kissed them both and left the room.

After Emilia left, Harry looked at Hermione for answers. She responded, shaking her head.

"Her memories had been erased" he started pacing, while running his hand through his hair. "Hermione, the bastard that took my baby is out there and is capable of doing it again," he said with anger.

"Harry you need to calm down, at the moment your priority is her, you need to focus on it."

"Hermione, she is my life, if something happens to her..." The unfinished phrase lingered between the two friends when they got interrupted.

"Master?"

"Yes, Zary."

"Miss Luna Lovegood is here to see you."

"Please let her in."

"Hi, Harry, Hermione, is she alright?"

The friends looked at each other and then looked at Luna. "How do you know? Hermione asked.

"Well, I can't tell you much, everything will revile in due course. Of course this wasn't the best method to do it since they gave everyone a fright."

A very irate Harry interrupted her, "What are you talking about, Luna, my daughter was kidnapped!"

Calmly Luna approached him, "Harry your daughter is more special that you think. She had been given powers beyond your imagination," and Luna walked towards the window, and continued without looking at them.

"She was in training, Harry. And, most likely taken to Shangri-La, Avalon or any other of the seven parallel cities for her training. You will see her health improving, from time to time you will see one of her asthma attacks but not as severe, she will be having more control of her powers and there will be manifestations of new ones."

"Luna, you'll have to excuse my ignorance, but what the hell are you talking about? This is bullshit," Harry lost his patience and stormed out of the library, slamming the door behind him.

Hermione had known Luna for a long time and knew that even with all her aloofness, there must be some sense in Luna's words. "You have to forgive him. The last 48 hours had been hell for him. Harry expected the worst; we all were. Plus, you have to understand that this is not making any sense."

"I know. That is why I am here; I have been assigned as her mentor and guide. This was supposed to be her mother's job. She was a beautiful soul and a very pure heart," said Luna more to herself, turning to look at Hermione. "Ah, anyway, I need to speak with Harry and Emilia, please let him know that I will be back in three days", and with that she apparated away.

"Didn't Harry put the anti-apparition wards in place?" thought Hermione slightly bewildered.

She found them in the kitchen. Harry was staring at his daughter and a very quiet Emilia was eating oatmeal with cinnamon. "Aunt Mione, could you help me choose my clothing for the party, I want to make a great impression."

"Sweetie, the party was yesterday."

"How can that be?" The girl looked at the adults questioningly. Harry looked at Hermione for advice and she mouthed, "truth".

"Angel, you were lost for almost three days. I was so worried; we all were. We looked everywhere for you. You vanished without a trace."

"I don't remember. I'm sorry," her eyes were full of tears.

"Emilia look at me," said Harry. Seeing her daughter like that was breaking his heart. "This is not your fault, you didn't do anything wrong. Papa is here to protect you and take care of it. Do you hear me?" She only nodded. "Now, no more tears. We have a party to go to."

"This reminds me that I have to go. Don't worry; don't worry about a thing. I will take care of everything," Hermione kissed them goodbye and apparated home.

At home, Hermione found Draco and her two beautiful children Scorpius and Cassiopeia having breakfast. Watching them brought a smile to her face; they were safe. What happened to Emilia still bothered her quite a lot. It was a mystery and she would help Harry to discover the truth.

Draco stood and embraced her tightly, "Love, is everything ok? How is Harry? Are there any news?"

"Emilia is home, safe and sound. Everything is going to be fine. I have missed you so much. I love you."

"Ditto."

"Mummy, we love you too," said Cassie.

"Oh little ones, I love you too," and they had a sweet, group hug.

"Love, you look exhausted. Why don't you go and rest; we can talk later," Draco walked her to the stairs.

"Great idea, thank you my dear. It had been the most gruesome 48 hours of my life. It was hard to watch Harry die little by little every minute after Emilia's disappearance. Oh my, I have so many things to do. Gipsy!"

"Yes, Lady Malfoy."

"Could you prepare everything for Emilia's party this afternoon and Draco could you, please, notify everyone? Thank you. I don't like parties, but Emilia's return is a cause for celebration."

"Don't worry, love, mother is here, she will take care of everything. Go and rest, before you collapse," said Draco, kissing her. Hermione tilted her to him, but he ended the kiss before it deepened.

"You better go, or you will not have any rest at all," his eyes full of heat and mischief.

"Yeah, I better go," smiled Hermione and began to walk up the stairs, swaying her hips a little bit more than usual. Draco chuckled, "Minx," and went to find his mother.