We all sat around a desk going through boxes of papers. I suppressed a smile, I was grateful that Harry and Ron had agreed to help me find my daughter.
"What exactly are we looking for again" I ask
"Birth certificates, St.Mungo's records, Prophet clippings from August 18th and 18th basically anything that might make your case" Ron said as he rummaged through a box.
"Like this" Hermione says holding up a muggle printed record of sorts
"What is it" Harry asks taking it from her
"Notes from a Doctor" She replies
"Dr. Ivenesh Bukhari?" I ask my face paling
"Yeah how'd you know?" Harry says scanning the paper before handing it to me.
"He was Astorias doctor, he delivered Ida" I say looking over the paper, "Do you think he knows anything"
"I'm not sure, maybe if we could contact him" Ron muses as he takes his turn to look at the paper.
"He runs a Muggle clinic, Astoria was bitching about him not being able to deliver Fallon because he moved" I say
"Phone book" Hermione says as she digs around in her expandable bead bag.
"Wait" Ron says, "I found this Prophet article that says the Malfoy heir died, blah blah blah the end of the Malfoy line. Infertile, Sickly offspring. But in Bukhari's notes it says Ida was perfectly healthy and strong"
"So, Skeeter wrote it. She probably assumed when the Malfoy's didn't make an appearance with their baby like the 4 other times they lost an infant" Hermione says still looking for the phone book.
"Hold in a second, I kept a copy of that prophet. Ginny won an award so I kept it, I keep it in my desk" Harry says sliding the drawer open, "look" Harry exclaims pointing at a line from the article.
"Ms. Malfoy gave birth to a dud child. The infant wasn't breathing and was as grey as Mr. Malfoy's eyes. I pronounced the baby dead on site, Dr Bukhari, Ms. Malfoy's witch healer says"
"Ha got it" Hermione laughs victoriously, I her hand is a yellowed book, "what was his name"
"Dr. Ivenesh Bukhari" I say, "He's the muggle equivalent of a Witch healer, delivered all 5 of my children"
"Dr. Ivenesh Bukhari, Obstetrician and Gynecologist?" Harry ponders pointing at a name
"Yeah" I state, "that's him. I'd recognize him anywhere."
"We'll give me the number I'll call it later at home" Ron tells Hermione.
"That was easy enough, I'll owl you once I have an appointment set up" Harry remarks
Later that day me an Hermione sit alone in the kitchen eating.
"Mione, can we go somewhere after supper" I ask
"Sure were?" She questions as she eats.
"The graveyard" I say somberly, "I haven't been there in awhile and I doubt Astoria visits, it's not fair really"
About an hour later me and Hermione touched ground at Malfoy Manor, I lead her too a small reclusive area in the back of the gardens.
"The Malfoy Family Plot" I explain, "goes back about a hundred years"
The most recent headstones were those of my grandfather, Abraxas and my Father, as well as five small plaques for my children. 5 flat stones lined the ground, each covered in dust and cobwebs.
"This is Orion Lucius Malfoy, I never got to meet him but I still gave him a place to call home" I bend down and dust of the abandoned and empty grave. Hermione hands me a single hyacinth.
"Lynx Cygnus Malfoy" Hermione says clearing away the dust to read the name, "I remember reading about her in the paper." She walks over and gives me a comforting hug before handing me another hyacinth and pushing me towards the grave.
"4 more" Hermione says counting the flowers
"2" I say turning her away from Abraxas and Lucius's graves.
"Sirrah Andromeda Malfoy. I say picking off cobwebs.
"You named her after Andromeda?" Hermione asks handing me another flower
"Astoria strongly disagreed but I signed the birth certificate whilst she was asleep. She was healthy but just like Ida she mysteriously died when I left. 2 months old with beautiful gray blonde thick curls and green Blue eyes"
"Last one" Hermione says handing me the last meaningful flower.
"Rigel Septimus Malfoy". Once the dust was cleared I added the last flower, taking a sweeping glance and all my lost children
"I'm sorry" is all I said before Hermione called over to me.
"What's this one" She asks pointing to another well kept and clean grave, candles surrounded the grave but weren't lit.
"That's Cresseida's grave. Astoria told everyone she'd died so I had my mother add a stone for her, but I visited it often because I know it's empty. I knew she wasn't dead. I'd fallen for that lie once already"
"Does that mean Sirrah is alive?" Hermione asks walking back over to her grave
"No, I was there when we buried her. She was healthy, perfect she didn't just die. She was fine while I was with her but the one time I leave" I say spitefully
"Wait, you how did Sirrah die" Hermione asks, "If you want to answer but I have an idea"
"A blood curse" I say
"Ha. Blood curses don't take effect until the cursed reaches adulthood, I thought everyone knew that"
"Of course, your a genius Granger." I remark enlivened
"Now we really need to talk to that doctor".
Hermione turns to me, "I need to go do some research. I have a feeling we are gonna get our daughter back" she hands me the two extra flowers before dissaperarting.
I take the two flowers and respectfully place them on my Father and Grandfathers graves. I turn to leave, trying to ignore the fact that they don't deserve my respect even in death. I'm about to disaperate to help Hermione when I catch a glimpse of my mother in the window. I turn around marching back to the graves of men I should have been able to look up too. I stand there for a moment cursing them for the hell they put me and my mother through. I pray then can hear me in hell, I hope they pay for the injustices and pain they have caused. With one last act of hatred I crush the purple hyacinths into the ground letting the purple color mix with the rain, watching it bleed back into the earth.
Draco Malfoy is not one who forgets, and he's not one who forgives people who hurt him. If you shoot him you best pray he's dead.