Regression

Chapter One

It was a normal late summer day for the golden trio. They all moved to a muffle city together. Ron was enjoying learning a new world, and so was Ron's father on his parents weekend visits. Hermione enjoyed teaching her fiance about the world. Yes, Ron had asked her to marry him as sound as they tracked down her parents. The weeding, however, was pushed off. They were getting a very big surprise. Hermione was currently 13 weeks pregnant with their first born. A big shock to everybody around them. Everybody was happened, and Molly was thrilled to welcome her Frist grandchild. She was a little less thrilled that her son and soon to be daughter in law would be parents before age twenty, but trilled took her over.

Ron was working a simple job, with Harry beside him. Ron was uncomfortable still in this new world. Harry understood, and worked beside Ron in the town library. Hermione? Was onto a muggle University, she would became a teacher. When she wasn't at University. She would be found beside her Fiance, working on school work or simply reading a book. The last week or so, however, her morning sickness was getting the better of her. She was often found asleep laying on the couch in the office or asleep in the mangers little bathroom. Ron and explain to her about Hermione's morning sickness, and the sympathetic mother of four, agreed to let her use that bathroom if she really needed that kind of privacy.

It was late that Summer day, August First. Hermione was sitting on the couch, half able to study. Harry sat doing the paperwork, as Ron wasn't at all going to try and use that big object. He could barely work the phones. That 'thing' wasn't happening. That left Ron putting back up the books. He kept close to Hermione.
The library was going to be closed in less then an hour and hardly anybody came during the last hour. They were, at the moment, alone in the small library. It was quiet, so the sound of toddler crying when the front door opened made all three of them turned to face the crying child.

A big with bright blonde hair, red in the face form tears that had fallen and stood in clothes way to large for him. Harry raised an eyebrow, but turned to Ron. "Do we happen to have any toddler clothes in the last and found?" Ron shrugged his shoulders. "I'll have a look..." Ron said, putting down the book he in his hand and disappeared into the office.
The boy's tears stop, seeing he was in company and he looked almost scared and turned to look back outside. Looking for his mama. "Hey, little man. Did you get lost?" Harry said as Hermione lend down. "Harry...he looks...It can't be." Her voice was shocked and worried. "What are you thinking, Mine?" Harry asked and she looked back up at Harry. "I think this is Malfoy." Harry raised an eyebrow. "He could be A Malfoy. It isn't possible for this to be Draco Malfoy." Harry waved his hand at his pregnant best friend, but the two of them got looked at by the boy. "I am Draco Malfoy..." He started to look around the library area he was standing it. "This... isn't my library though." He frowned. All Harry could do was blink and Hermione frowned. "Where's you parents, Malfoy?" Hermione asked and little Draco frown. "I......seen a light....then just outside this place." He whispered and Harry rose to her feet. "This doesn't make any sense. The only person who could have done this to him, would be a parent. His father's on Azkaban, I don't understand why Mrs. Malfoy would have done this." She frown, before Harry was handed the only pair of clothes small enough to fit the boy. "This was all I could fine. Is his parents still not here?" Neither one responded to the question, Hermione just took the clothes form him and lend back down. "Why don't you changed out of those big clothes. We'll find your mum." Draco took the clothes, but frowned. "I never told...Why is father there?" That question throw them all off and she just shook her head. "Nothing you need to worry about, Mal-Draco. Get changed, or...do you need help?" Little Draco was quick to shake his head. Nobody could see him. "I can do it." Hermione nodded and pointed to the boy's restroom.

Ron raised an eyebrow at his pregnant girlfriend, when Draco shut the bathroom door behind him. "What are the odds of that boy being named, Draco?" Hermione frowned. "Because it is Draco Malfoy, who seems to have no memories before this age. It worries me, deeply, about why she would cast that spell." Harry looked down between his feet and let out a sigh. "Is it possible...Lucius Malfoy isn't in Azkaban anymore?" Hermione frowned, and faced her best friend. "What do you know?" Harry let out a sigh. "Remus is teaching again this year at the school, so they moved back... Sirius sent me the paper, but I didn't think much of it. Lucius went missing, they aren't sure how...but wasn't tracked to either one of them, so I just dismissed it." Hermione frowned more. "They are both in danger then." Hermione said.

The door opened again, Narcissa Malfoy stood at the open door. She never thought she would be facing the three of them, let alone ask them what she was about to. Nor did they expect to see her in a muggle blue summer dress. Come to think of it, Draco was in muggle clothes, were they living closely? She was bloody and burned, newly, form a hex. Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but Narcissa shook her head. "You can help...By keeping him. It's the only way Lucius can't tack him, before he ever used his frist bit of magic. At this age, he didn't even know about it...don't let him use it. Don't teach him about it. Please." Her voice was broken and she went to turn to leave, but her leg suddenly was grabbed by her once again four year old son.