Enchanted [A Dramione Fan Fiction]

What Was Lost Can Always Be Found

"Mommy, mommy mommy can I go please! I want to go too!" Pleaded the high shrill voice of Scorpius.

Hermione sighed, smiling faintly. She pulled up the closest chair to her and sat down, meeting the eye level of the child. His stormy grey eyes that painstakingly reminded Hermione of Draco, stared into hers ringed with tears. He longed to see the outside world again. They sat in the rotting kitchen of the Noble House of Black, and had been for the past four days. She wouldn't blame him for wanting to be out and about.

"Are you sure sweetie? I can call Uncle Harry or-"

"No, I wanna go with you." His eyes turned to look at her bulging belly and then back to her eyes.

She frowned at first. "It's ok. We are just gonna pick up some groceries and come straight back. How harmless can it be?"  She reasoned with herself. "Alright sweetie. You can come."

He squealed and thread his arms around her neck. "Thanks! I'll go get my shoes on! I'll be right back!" He scuttled up the stairs in a feeble attempt to make the coming of seeing the outside world sooner. Hermione could hear his stomps that came from upstairs and could pretty much see them because it sent a shower of dust raining down on her.

She really hoped she would find Draco soon. Her heart hung heavily in her chest and the weight in her stomach just seemed too much to bear. While she was getting up out of her chair, the ancient Kreacher came out from around one of the cabinets. "Hello Mistress." He said in his deep cracked voice.

"Hi Kreacher. Scorpius and I are going to go out for a while. Do you want any more groceries?"

His cruel eyes overlooked her, his forehead crinkled. Instead of just a loin cloth around his middle, he had what looked like a towel around his shoulders that tied in front of his chest. It was a rustic tannish color, signifying that it hadn't been washed in quite a while. He seemed to be apart of the house, deteriorating and dying with whatever soul he had left.

"No need Mistress. I am sufficient in food." A slice of silence passed between them, before Hermione opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by Scorpius. "Let's go Mommy! C'mon!"

The house elf bowed before they both left the aging kitchen and down the hallway to the small black door.

"Now Scorpius. You need to hold my hand at all times ok?" Hermione instructed before they stepped outside. "I don't want to loose you. There are bad guys out to get us."

He pondered this for a moment. "Why are bad guys after us? What did we do wrong?" Hermione played dumb and shrugged. "I don't know sweetie. Now let's go!"

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"Brother! Brother! Brother!" A bundle of strewn brown curls lounged up to greet Draco. The little girl hugged his middle and stepped on his black work shoes. If any child had done this, he would have ordered their family to give him new shoes but, he already felt like she was apart of him. "Hey Greta! How are you?" The little witch smiled her famous sweet smile, some baby teeth missing.

Greta wasn't really Draco's sister. Before Bellatrix turned insane, following every single thing the Dark Lord said, she actually had a life, a family and a kid. She vowed to never say her husband's name once she pledged herself to Voldemort. Once Greta was born, only a year later, Voldemort found the small family, killed the father and abducted the mother, Bellatrix, and left the child to die. A day later, Nacrissa went to their house to check up on them and found this unruly sight, ran to find survivors. She only found Greta, bundled up in some burned blankets and bawling like there was no tomorrow.

Nacrissa begged her husband to let them adopted her but he refused, saying that if Bellatrix left her there on purpose to die, then just let her die. But Nacrissa was too kind hearted to do a such thing so she took Greta to a welcoming nearby orphanage. She would visit every so often, and to save her innocence, she told her a different story as to what happened to her family.