4 more years, I searched the entirety of England it felt like. Spending my days in libraries stalking the hangouts of young children. One day my mate Blaise stopped me.
"Mate this isn't healthy, she's dead she's gone" He tried to convince me
"She's not dead, you weren't there. She was perfectly healthy, Astoria hated her, called her a freak. She took my daughter and hid her away to protect her image" I spit, "I will not stop until I find her"
"Then don't stop, dig yourself into your own grave. It's been 5 years don't you think you'd have found something" He told me
"I'll keep looking." I tell him firmly. Blaise continued to try and convince me to stop.
"Draco you need something to do. If she really is alive she'll find you. One day" Blaise patted my back and left. I let those words simmer. Maybe she's not in England I tell myself. I need something new.
5 months later
I had just settled into my new flat in France. Blaise was right I just needed to clear my head. I had gotten a job at the Muggle park system which gave me an excuse to investigate those. Besides that I'd devoted every Sunday to my daughter falling back into my old routine for one day. I cleaned myself up, I banned liquor from my house, I shaved and wore clean clothes. I cooked my own meals, did the housework myself, I found that by always being busy I never had to think about Cresseida. Even if I focused on moving my hands or tapping my feet, the moment I stopped and had a clear mind the image of my two colored angel came back and thoughts of my failure as her father. No matter how busy I was no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, there would always be a hole in my life. I may have cleaned up, sobered you but there was no way to cover the hole in my heart up.