After a War ((Old Copy))

Chapter 15 Book 3

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Draco followed Hermione grumpily in the store. She told him very firmly that he was acting like a child and that he needed to stop complaining. It was bad enough that he was living in the muggle world! But being forced to go out and shop in the muggle world!? Why!? There was no point!

Justin found Draco's attitude hilarious though, that was until Hermione wouldn't let him have the cookies on the wall. Justin couldn't even talk, and to Hermione and Draco's surprise, he reached out for the cookies when he saw them. When Hermione told him no he burst into tears and had a fit. Wasn't he too young to do that? Draco didn't understand kids. Hermione was mad at him, and Justin was screaming, so all the Muggles looked their way, but only for a moment, they returned to what they were doing and walked away quickly.

Smart people.

Draco took Justin out of the cart, or whatever the stupid thing was called and rocked him back and forth. He made no move to follow Hermione down the isle, and she seemed fine about it, probably a little distance was good right now.

Aside from him and Justin, the isle was empty. Draco tried everything to get the boy to be quiet, he used a little hand magic to make a little smoke to form a dragon that flew around his head, but he didn't like that either. Draco sighed and looked around to make sure no one was watching.

"Justin you're a little buggar." He started with, then he looked once more to make sure nobody was around and sang quietly. Justin probably couldn't hear it with how loud he was being. Draco growled quietly and looked once more to see if there was anyone there. Then he sang a little louder.

Justin hushed a little, but not much. Draco continued with the small and random tune about what house he'd be sorted into. Justin slowly, very slowly, hushed and the dragon of smoke returned and floated around his head. Draco thought nothing of it and stopped singing when Justin became fully silent, other then a little sniffle every once and a while. Draco smiled at the little boy and ran a hand along his dark brown hair. Even if there was only a little of it.

"Oh, is this my new nephew in law!? Aww, he's adorable, I'm sure mum would love to see him, oh and dad, dad would love to kill him. You thought you could hide from us!? Oh brother, you really are as dull as you look." Bella's voice was clear. Draco thought about calling Hermione, he couldn't apparate. Wasn't his father also Bella's father? His father was dead.

"What are you talking about? Dad's dead." Draco said flatly, he wanted to distract her for as long as possible while he thought of a way to get Justin out of there safely. If only he could apparate! Oh yeah, and if he had his wand, that would be nice.

"Oh daddy's just fine. You really aren't good at killing people, never have been, I mean, you failed when you were supposed to kill Dumbledore, you failed to kill your father, and oh, you failed to kill me when you had the chance. And guess where that got you?" Bella smiled wickedly and looked at Justin for a moment. Draco held him tighter protectively. "I mean, I guess you got engaged before dear old mummy died right? Congrats by the way, but I'm sure she'll love you even more when you lose her little baby right? Love ya big bro, but, iv gotta go, mum really, really wants to see this little guy." Bella snatched Justin from Draco's arms with ease, Draco had such a good grip on him, there was no way she could have possibly gotten Justin from him. Other than the fact that he couldn't feel his arms anymore. He couldn't feel anything actually.

His entire body was numb and when his head hit the floor, he was out.

"Daddy!" A little girl called, two tiny arms wrapped around his legs as he threw a jacket to the side. He chuckled and picked the little girl up. Her bleached blonde and green hair was brighter than ever and was pulled into a braid. Her emerald eyes  stood out and her pale skin was still soft. She had a small dress that looked tight but he knew it wasn't. I fit perfectly on her three year old form.
"Hey sweetie, did mummy get you a new dress?" He asked. She laughed and shook her head.
"No! You bought it silly!" She shouted.
"Addison! Where'd you go-oh, hey honey, you're home early, dinner is almost done if you want some." Hermione said as she emerged from behind the wall. Her clothes were extremely tight, saying that she was pregnant. But he wasn't complaining. He didn't complain the first time, and he wouldn't complain the second time.
"Go change into something that wont get ruined when you eat." Draco said as he put Addison down and looked back at Hermione. "How'd the healer's appointment go?"
"Fine, though, there is some news." Hermione looked down the hall to see if Addison was out of hearing range. "It's not just one. It's two."
"Mum!" Justin called from his room, right as Draco opened his mouth to question further.
"What!?" Hermione yelled in return.
"Dad home yet!?" He asked. Draco smiled and walked towards Justin's room.
"What do ya want?" Draco asked from the doorway. The five year old was sitting on his bed, watching the Quidditch players fly around.
"How many more years till I get my letter?" Justin asked. Draco sighed and walked-

Draco groaned as he sat up, he was back at the apartment. He could hear crying. He put a hand to his head and sat up. Everything hurt like oblivion. He realized he didn't like these dreams anymore. The first one was ok, but the second one, and seeing Hermione like that was ridiculous. At least he was woken up before it went any further.

"Hermione, it's ok, we'll find him." Maya's voice came from Justin's room. Justin! Draco stood up and ran over to Justin's room. Hermione looked at him, her eyes soaked in tears. His eyes stung as he remembered everything. He felt his knees shake and then he fell to them. Burning, salty tears fell from his eyes.

"It's my fault. I didn't hold onto him tight enough." Draco whispered. Justin wasn't just Hermione's little brother to him. he put his hand over his mouth to keep the sobs from echoing through the house. He put his head in his knees.