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Chapter 6 : Aiden
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She knew that he was upset, but it hurt that he left without saying a word to her, without reassuring her that everything would be okay. Cause as far as she was concerned, nothing would ever be the same again.
Chapter VI: Aiden
He stumbled through the forest, not knowing where he was going or where he would end up. He knew he made a promise to his mother and he refused to break it. He may have only been only six years old but he knew what had happened. His mother had let him escape in hopes of saving himself. He didn’t want his mother to die, he wanted her safe and with him to keep him safe. He was scared, lonely. He needed help but there was no one to help him, he refused to talk to strangers as he was told by his mother.
He’d been doing accidental magic for about three years but he had no control over it and no way would it help him out of the forest. He was scared for his mom, leaving her with that evil woman. He didn’t know what was going to happen to his mom, leaving her alone with that evil woman, and to think of what she would do once she found out he wasn’t there. He still cringed at the thought of his mom being tortured.
He had no idea what he was doing or where he was going, all he knew was that he needed help. He needed to find his dad, only he had no idea where he was or where his father lived. He didn’t even know whether if he was in England or not. He couldn’t apparated, or floo since he didn’t even have a wand. He was lost and scared but he was determined, he would find a way to help his family. He could see a huge building in the far distance but it would take him at least four hours or so to get there. He was determined, he would save his mother and he would get his family back.
“What do you mean divorce papers?”
“Well don’t you think it should end by now? You’ve been what, married for eleven years. You haven’t spoken a word, I bet he’s moved on by now and probably willing to marry someone else. Now if only he could get divorced first.”
“You’re lying.” The woman declared.
“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. How do you know he even loves you anymore, you left him.”
“I never left him, you kidnapped me. If I had it my way, I would be with my husband right now and you would be locked up in Azkaban.”
The woman just simply laughed. “Funny, how things turn up that way.” She paused for a moment before handing her the papers. “Sign, mudblood.”
“You can’t make me sign anything.” The woman glared at the papers, she would never sign those papers, it would make her marriage disappear, it would mean that she never meant anything to him, or he to her. They’d had Maddison before they had gotten married, but she knew she’d never marry anyone else, never love anyone else. She remembered the night he’d proposed.
“I just put her down for a nap, so we have at least maybe two hours before she wakes up again.” She told him.
“Good, it will give me a chance to do this than.” He kissed her than, she not willing for him to stop. She loved this man that sometimes it hurt, to be away from him. Once he broke the kiss, he sat her down on the couch. He looked at her nervously.
“What’s going on, something happen at work?”
“No, nothing’s wrong at work. I-, you know I love you right?”
“Yes, just like I love you. What’s the matter Draco?”
“Nothing, I just want you to marry me.”
She looked up into his eyes, to see the sincerity of it, staring at her. When she looked down again, he was holding a ring. “I know we’re not perfect and we have lots of faults and we fight a lot. I had this ring for about a year now and I didn’t know when I’d give it to you, I just knew that you were the only one for me and I-“
She interrupted him then. “Yes.”
“I said yes, yes I’ll marry you.”
She may have not seen her husband in over seven years but it had never stopped her from loving him. She wasn’t going to sign anything; she would never have wanted to end her marriage. What if she was right though? What if Draco thought she had left and he was alone, he could have moved on. Would have that been fair to him that he was still married to her if he loved someone else? What about their daughter? She didn’t want to believe that her family didn’t love her, or simply forgot her, but she had been gone for the past seven years, everything had changed.
She didn’t have much of a choice as she looked up. The woman standing in front of her wore a smug look on her face with her wand pointing at her.
“On the contrary, you will do as I say. Imperio.”
“Have you heard a word from Draco?” Ginny asked her husband.
“No, he’s been back from Hogwarts three days ago, and I haven’t heard a word from him. I’m worried, something’s not right.”
“Since when are you worried about Malfoy?”
“Gin, you know what I mean, something’s off. Even if Hermione wanted to start teaching at Hogwarts, why wouldn’t she talk to us about it? Even if Hermione doesn’t love Malfoy anymore, she didn’t have to disappear for seven years. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“I know what you mean, but there’s nothing we can do now.”
The fireplace soon erupted into flames and Blaise Zabini and Pansy stepped out.
“What are you guys doing here?” Harry asked.
“We wanted to know if you heard from Draco.”
“No, we were just talking about that; I’m guessing you haven’t either.” Ginny asked.
“No, we’ve sent him two letters and they both came back unopened. We even tried flooing but it’s blocked. We can’t get through to him, whatever happened at Hogwarts it must have been bad.” Blaise said.
“I don’t want to point blame at Hermione, but I have a pretty good feeling that it was her, who did this to him.”
“Well maybe, they had such a great reunion that they’re probably just shagging a lot, making up for lost time? That’s why their floo is blocked?” Ginny suggested.
“I highly doubt that’s the case Gin,” Pansy said. “I mean if we were to actually place ourselves in Draco’s situation, I highly doubt anyone of us would be willing to shag. They haven’t seen each other in seven years, I think if anything Draco would be more pissed off than anything else.”
“Well I for one am tired of just standing here, so I’d say we just apparate over.” Harry said.
“We already tried,” Blaise said. “His protection spells are put up so that no one except him can get in, or rather any Malfoy can get in, and as we stand neither of us are.”
“What are we suppose to do, then?”
“I guess we just wait.” Harry said. “He’ll have to come around eventually.”
He had no idea what to do, his life pretty much over. He knew he was pissed off, he was extremely upset and no amount of alcohol was helping his situation. For the past three days he’d been sitting in his study, simply drinking, everything and everything in his liquor cabinet. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but not necessarily a light weight either. He just didn’t know how to cope with the pain, how to deal with this loss. His marriage to Hermione Granger was officially over. Technically he should be celebrating, he was a free, single father, but all he could think about was their marriage. They’d been married for four years when she left. Why hadn’t she just told him that she’d had enough? Did she simply not love him and had simply married him because of Maddison?
He knew he shouldn’t be dwelling on these questions, he shouldn’t care. He thought of his daughter, and how upset she looked when he had left. He hadn’t meant to go off like he had. He knew he’d been angry and should have never taken it out on his daughter. He was going to send her a letter soon enough, once he decided he’d had his fill of drinking enough liquor till he passed out and was sober enough to write.
He knew he needed sleep, more than anything else. He’d been putting it off, pulling all nighters. He knew the reason he couldn’t sleep, he didn’t want to have to deal with the nightmares. Now that he knew he was finally alone, he didn’t want to deal with the pain and suffering. He stopped to take another drink, noticing it was the last one in his cabinet. He hadn’t realized he had drunk so much. He knew he was way past drunk by now, but it didn’t matter to him, no one would care. Blaise and Pansy had their own lives to deal with, even if they were his best friends and Harry and Ginny were only his friends because of Hermione. Now that his marriage was over, he didn’t have any ties with them, nor did he want to.
He knew that his friends had been trying to send him letters but he didn’t want to speak to anyone, he would rather be alone then to face them all. He could hear the cracks when someone tried to apparate into the Manor but he had put up wards to block anyone who wasn’t a Malfoy, and luckily enough for him, he was the only one. That was until he heard the door. He could hear a faint knocking but he must have misheard, until the knocking became too much. He didn’t think it could be Madison as she was in school and there was no way Dumbledore would let her go home during the week regardless of the situation.
His legs were shaky due to the amount of alcohol he had consumed, but luckily enough he knew his way around whether in the dark or drunk. He opened the door to see a little boy, scars and blood splattered his face and arms. He was shocked and wasn’t quite sure what to do. All he could was stare at the little boy.
And he promptly fainted.
Harry got in contact with the Ministry of Magic so that he could lift Malfoy’s wards. It seemed like it was an emergency, they hadn’t heard from him in a week. They needed to know what was going on.
Soon, once the wards were lifted, Ginny, Pansy and Blaise apparated to Malfoy Manor. The Manor seemed quiet, somehow too quiet.
“You don’t think he never came back do you?” Pansy asked.
“Well he sure as hell didn’t go to the Ministry.” Harry said, “Even through the circumstances, I don’t think he would have absorbed himself with work.”
That’s when they saw Draco passed out on the couch, and a little boy standing next to him with a cloth in his hand. They watched as the little boy; put the cloth on Draco’s head. They weren’t sure who the boy was or why he was there.
“Excuse me-“, the little boy looked up, startled. He then had a smile cross his face. “Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny.” He said surprising them all. He then ran to them, hugging their waist. They weren’t sure what to make of the situation, why this little boy knew them when they had no idea who he was.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Aiden, Aiden Malfoy.”
Author’s Notes: So I technically had written this quicker than I thought. I didn’t think I’d write this so fast but nonetheless, hope you like it!
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