A/N K well sorry it took me so very long but I have been a mess. It's kinda sad really but I'll spare you my story and let you read. Haha Anyway it's 'bout a week or so later beware of the jumping around!

Lost and Found

Part XIV

Headlines

Draco:

It had been a terribly long week. Schoolwork and duties seemed to drag on forever. At least the baby was finally settled in.

On a better note bedroom escapades still burn with fire so bright it hurt. But alas these did not harbor a relationship. It was not as if it bothered him but she would not hear of saying anything.

But who would they tell? With the complete loss of Slytherins and her buddies there was no one. Perhaps 'Aunt Ginny' but she already guessed that.

Ignorance was bliss but he was to smart to be left in the dark… She insisted that someone would try to repeat the charm that had failed so miserably. The Ministry was to weak to do much with all of it's internal functions being taken over.

In a matter of time everything would be gone as they knew it. The Prophet being the top example.

For now gossip was merely whispers and nothing to be scared of. It was normal really. Pointing all of the bad parts at him because Hermione could do no wrong.

So now amongst the students he was known as the rapist. Stupid people and their crazy ideas! How does a rapist become Head Boy? Oh well of course it's because of Daddy right?

Draco grimaced, that's just what needs spread around more. He had to agree though he had done some pretty stupid things in his past. A lot of things that made him look bad.

He had bigger and better things on his mind at the moment. Like his son and the fact that he was growing so rapidly he never wanted to blink. Those first few weeks of his life gone and the start of his second month just beginning.

Draco could see the resemblances they shared grow only more prominent. By now it would have been impossible to hide Scorpius from him.

Draco shook his head and finished readying himself for yet another day. On his way to the common room he skipped several of the stairs. Hermione was waiting on the couch both her and Scorpius dressed and ready.

Today it was his turn to take Scorpius to Madam Pomfrey for the day, and Hermione's to get him at lunch. Yet another day of parenting.

After a few moments of small talk and a sweet little kiss Draco left for the Hospital Wing.

Hermione:

Now that he was gone Hermione was left in peace. Breakfast was already in full swing and she needed to leave rather soon.

Hermione hurried off to fetch her, as always, over stuffed bag. When she returned She glanced up at the clock. Luckily she still had nearly twenty minutes.

She hurried down the stairs and into the Great Hall. Hermione then grabbed the first seat she came to, unluckily next to Ron.

Harry sat on the opposite side of the table. Neither made a sound or even realized that she was there. Sadly, Hermione realized, this was the first time she had really missed them.

So many other things had been on her mind she hadn't had the chance to. She turned her gaze to the arriving owls, trying to hide her watery eyes. One by one the packages and parcels were dropped.

One of these owls landed in front of Draco and held out its leg. From the distance Hermione could not make out the item. Seconds later the owl was gone.

For the moment Hermione started at her breakfast not bothered by the mail. A flash of fiery anger swept through her mind. Her head snapped up and she watched as Draco was reacting.

Hermione jumped from her seat. She burst down the room and out the door. The other students were staring at her in interest but none did anything.

All thoughts of breakfast were long gone, too heavily covered by the concern she now felt. Moments later, someone grabbed her by the arm.

When she opened her eyes she saw Draco leaned against the broom cupboard's wall. His cool expression showed no emotion. Oh how she wished she could hold back in such a way.

His eyes were dark and seemed to be glaring at nothing in particular, in other words he was pissed. She reached out and touched his arm. That glare turned directly to her but quickly softened.

Nothing would take away his anger but it was not towards her. Hermione whispered his name ever so lightly and he shook his head.

Draco:

Now, with his gaze upon the floor, Draco lifted the item that was causing such turmoil. The newspaper stuck out waiting for her to take the bait. It did not take her long.

Hermione looked at the page, eyebrows knitted together. Without realizing it Draco was staring once again. He muttered something he himself did not understand.

"What?"

"Oh… Er… Page two."

"Okay," she said in her little voice, which he had become quite fond of.

It took her a bit longer than he had expected but when she found the article she threw the paper on the floor gasping loudly. After a moment where she was to stunned to speak a little word escaped her lips.

"No… No, no, no, no, NO!"

She breathed out slowly and looked back at him. How easy it was to see her emotions in everything she did. "How? Who in their right mind— No!"

"Calm down Mione, just relax for a minute."

"Calm down? I don't understand you, you know."

"Mione not now, please. You wanted to know so there," now it was his turn to breathe before he lost his cool. "It'll be alright."

"But Draco this messes up so much! Your money is all gone! How are we supposed to live now?"

"We'll find a way, you'll see," with that he wrapped one arm around her and pulled her closer. Though to tell the truth there was barely any space between them anyway.

She shuddered against his shoulder, tears raining down. She was lucky he was not as emotional as her. But he did have feelings and emotions, they were just covered up.

He was uncertain and angry, and though he would never admit it he was a little frightened. Everything they had planned was just wasted time. None of it mattered without that money, that house, the life he had wanted was gone like a puff of smoke.

How could the world change in one article? One little sentence was all it took and he was going to solve this mystery one way or another.

Lucius:

The reinstated head of the house, Lucius stood in his study. After being home for a good week Lucius had settled in quite nicely. Everything was fine, for the most part. Time was closing in on him at this very moment.

The Prophet might be under control but the Ministry was proving to be harder to crack. Several people were working along side him, all working to one goal. All thanks to his stint in prison he was no longer in the Ministry itself. On the other hand he held the key to power.

Or rather Narcissa did. Such trouble that infant had caused but all for the better. Luckily nothing had been written on the nurse who had turned up dead. Even if it still would have been almost impossible to trace back to him.

In fact he had not been 'released' until two days later. Truly he need not worry about that either. No one was going to believe such a lie, not this time around.

Just then a sharp knock rang across the room. It wasn't very loud but still it echoed.

Narcissa:

"Lucius? I know you're in there."

Slowly he opened the door and looked down at her. Clearly noting the child was nowhere around. "Yes Narcissa?"

"I was just wondering if I could go out for a bit? You know since I came back from… Where was I again? France? No… I think it was—"

"I got the point," he interjected sharply. "Where are you off to?"

"Shopping of course where else could I go?"

"Fine. Just go on already and take the ignorant child with you."

"If you dislike her so much you should not have brought her here."

This time however he did not answer. Instead he waved her out and closed the study door.

With herself being so rudely dismissed Narcissa turned about and went off to grab her 'child'. Never would she be able to call the gorgeous girl what she truly was unless Draco pulled through.

It was her turn to act out and put the plan in motion. Hopefully he would take the bait she had given him so she could set out correctly but that was not likely.

Still she was just as clever as he was if not more so. She could give anybody the slip if she wanted too. So off she went, baby in arms and a letter ready for delivery.

Her first stop would be the post office in Diagon Alley or better still Hogsmeade.

Draco:

After the hectic morning he had spent Draco had not felt like going to class. Hermione, however, wanted to go, of course. At least they had sat out first period.

Now the day was over class wise. They had no afternoon classes, at least not today. At the moment Hermione was off taking her shower and Scorpius was napping peacefully.

He was settled with a new book, but he was not reading it at all. Draco was lost in his thoughts, those ones he just couldn't push away.

Suddenly a pecking noise interrupted him. There, just across the room, an owl pecked upon the window, waiting to be let in. He did not recognize the bird but the letter was addressed to him.

He took the letter and the bird flew off, back towards Hogsmeade. Draco did recognize the writing. His mother wrote so beautifully it was hard to miss.

Draco,

Love I must not sign this letter but I am sure you no who I am. I have to tell you this darling no matter what you might think. I have known about everything including the bits of memories you lost.

Surely by now you have recovered some but that must be left with you. When you know I want you to use your knowledge, she can help you. Please darling do not be angry with the infant she has some right.

I can say no more but if you fight you shall win for I stand beside you always. Never doubt son for you are never truly alone. Several people are watching you; no one will harm you. The answer to your questions lies behind her pain and tears.

Her memories are yours as well. Go to her Draco for that is where your heart shall always lie. She needs you just as much as you need her and so much more. Take your place and find the way your destiny is just around the next corner.

Take care, love.

Everything was so clear but yet the hidden message could not be seen. Surely she was talking about Hermione and even Scorpius but how could she know?

There must be someone working on the inside, helping them along and had kept her informed but not now. If you fight you shall win… What did that mean?

"Draco? Are you here?"

"Yeah Mione over here."

She came and curled on his lap, her damp hair soaking his shirt. Moments later she spotted the letter and grabbed it easily.

"What's this Draco?" at first it was curiosity but after the first line or so she glared. "Who wrote this Draco?"

After a second, "My mother."

"Oh…"

The moments past like hours and yet flew by as well. How strange. Hermione's expression was hard, her eyes soft.

"You mean to tell me that your mother knows about everything?" he only shrugged.

"What do you think we should do?" again he shrugged. "Well I think we should fight this."

"What? Are you nuts, why should we?"

"Because that is your stuff he is giving to someone that doesn't deserve it. Plus your mum agrees. She thinks we can win."

"Yeah so? It's suicide I tell you."

"Suit yourself but it's your money and Scorpi's too."

"Only after it's been given to me!"

"No, it's the truth. I doubt he can legally give a child everything without considering blood relatives a bit."

"Oh yes he can and he already has, Hermione."

"Well I'll have to find something we can use against him."

"I'm not doing this."

"We'll see."

A/N How was it? It's rather long but maybe not long enough. The next chapter is called the 'Unveiling' but I don't know when it will be out. This one took me so long plus it's all on top of everything else. Planning on the sequel will start shortly since 15 should be the last real chappy!

The other well it's more of a huge cliffhanger! Maybe I'll give you a hint in the next chapter! Hehehe you won't like it though! Love you all!