Draco had just settled into his armchair, the Prophet open in his lap, when his doorbell rang. He frowned. He'd just gotten home from work. Who would be calling on him at 6PM?

Warily, he stood and approached his door, wand already in-hand. He looked through the peephole and saw an older witch, probably in her 50's, waiting on the other side. Draco braced himself as he slowly opened the door.

"Can I help you, madam?" he asked, his wand concealed behind his back.

"Are you Mr. Draco Malfoy?"

"I am." he paused for a beat. "And you are..?"

"Hildegarde Bergeron, from the Canadian Wizarding Social Services. Can I come in?"

Draco's brow furrowed, his sharp mind racing. What was this woman doing here at this hour? Was something wrong? Canada. He could count the number of acquaintances he knew in Canada on one hand. The first to come to mind was…Isabella.

He was lost in thought when he heard a muffled fussing and his eyes fell on the basket dangling from the witch's hand. It was a little Moses basket. Inside was a baby, he thought it must be a year old, or so,with almost white blond hair. It slept now, calm and quiet.

He grew considerably pale. Too many theories were running through his head.

"Come in," he said with difficulty, after a few seconds of stupefaction.

He stood aside, his eyes never leaving the basket, and slowly closed the door behind her. His brain was turning upside down as he tried to find an explanation for all of this. A witchy social worker. Canadian. He knew only two people from Canada: his friend Isabella and his former co-worker Elizabeth.

The conclusions he drew didn't please him at all. They even scared him.

He was awfully pale now.

The social worker cleared her throat, bringing Draco out of his speculation. He caught her serious and professional gaze.

"Firstly, I think it would be best for you to read this, Mister Malfoy," she said, handing him an envelope. DLM had been written on the front.

He felt the witch's eyes on him as he took the envelope and opened it with a shaky hand, dread gripping his heart.

"Draco,

I know this must be a shock, hearing from me after all this time. The night we shared in Vancouver should never have happened, but the result is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.

As you can probably guess, given how much she looks like you, this little girl is our daughter. Your daughter. She was born the fifteenth of October.

I was in denial, otherwise, I assure you that you would have been the first to know. I had an old sweatshirt of yours in my possession, which allowed me to do a paternity test with some of your hair.

I am probably making the hardest choice of my life, considering how wonderful this baby is, but given the state of my health and the responsibilities I have before leaving this world, I won't be able to take care of her.

The healers have only given me a few more weeks, if not days, to live. So as you can imagine, the timing was awful and my heart is breaking at the very idea of leaving this little beauty

I'm sorry to spring this on you, but please look after her. You and I have nothing in common, in fact we hardly know each other, but I know you are a good man. I'm sure of it. She'll be in good hands with you and I'm confident that you'll be a great father.

I hope you will love her as much as I am sure she will love you. Please take care of her and yourself, Draco.

Don't try to find me.

Isabella.

P.S. I have not named her. You mentioned a tradition in your family, didn't you?"

Draco took his eyes off the parchment, utterly shocked.

Before he had a chance to form a coherent thought, the witch spoke again.

"It took us over nine months to find you. We only had your first name and the initials on the envelope."

He swallowed, hardly processing what was going on. When he looked down at the baby, he saw grey eyes just like his.

He was a father.

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