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Chapter 21

Little Witches

Draco was frozen on the spot, frozen in horror of the thing he know about apparation. He knew it was very possible to end up stuck somewhere between where you left, the place you intended to go, and nowhere, especially when you were inexperienced in apparation. He remembered how hard it had been for him to learn the art when he was back in Hogwarts, but for a moment he marveled in Julie's magic. He hadn't heard of a child this powerful since the stories of Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Even that wasn't all it was cracked up to be, Draco knew this.

He forced himself back to reality. His daughter had just disappeared before his eyes, her destination unknown. He did all he could think to do. "HERMIONE!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. At this moment he didn't care if the girl's mother blamed him for this, all he was concerned with was finding his little blond clone.

Hermione arrived huffing at Draco's side moments later, it was obvious she'd ran to him, "wha-what is it?"

Draco simply pointed into Julie's empty room, "she's gone."

Hermione blinked several times then gazed into the room before her. She didn't see Julie, of course, so she entered, looking behind doors, under the bed, even in the small toy chest. "What?! What do you mean she's gone?! She's simply hiding!" she continued her frantic search. "Julie Rhyan! Come out and stop playing games! Right NOW!"

Draco shook his head at Hermione's hysterical manner. "Hermione, I saw her, she apparated," he smirked at the thought, "I don't know where she's going, she said something but I couldn't make it out." He stepped in the room and stood behind Hermione, placing his hands on her shoulders. "We'll find her."

Hermione jerked away from him and turned to face him with a look that scorched, "what do you mean we'll find her? How can we possibly do that? We've no clue where she'd be going and even if we had, there's no guarantee she'll get there. She's only four years old, Draco. She can't possibly apparate properly. That's just unheard of!"

Draco dropped his gaze to the disheveled bed clothes Hermione had thrown on the floor. He bent to pick them up and upon placing them back on the bed found, at the bottom of the pile, a piece of paper with crayon markings on it. He stared at the paper and the colors, unable to make out much of anything other than squiggles. One of the squiggles looked remarkably like the letter "J," one looked something like a backward "G," and there were a few letter "O's," other than that the letter was completely useless.

"What's that you've got?" Hermione asked.

Draco offered the paper to her "looks like a note Julie tried to write. Can't make any of it out though."

Hermione took the paper and stared at it wordlessly for several minutes. She too was unable to decipher any of it. "Great," she threw the paper up into the air, "completely useless!"

Where their daughter had gone, neither Draco nor Hermione knew, but they were certain the sooner they began looking for her, the sooner they would find her. Procrastinating would not benefit them in the least. Draco assured Hermione the child was not "stuck" between the phases of 'being' and 'non-being' because of the charms the Manor had upon it. He told her the same stranger "knocking" sound that had happened when Ron tried to apparate into the Manor would alert them to Julie's being stuck, in a matter of words. Hermione decided it would be best to look in the places Julie was most familiar with; they began with Harry and Ginny.

There was a loud pop in the sitting room of the cozy little house, and Ginny looked up from the book in her lap, "Hello Hermione…" it took a second for her to realize that Draco Malfoy was standing beside her ex-sister-in-law, and for a moment she was taken aback. "And Malfoy," she added finally.

Hermione didn't have a moment to spare, "Have you seen Julie?" she sounded at the verge of hysterics.

Ginny jumped from her seat and dropped the book she'd been holding to the floor, "What do you mean have I seen her?"

Hermione rung her hands, "she apparently apparated out of her bedroom and we've no idea where she's gone."

"Harry!" Ginny yelled, "have you seen Julie, she isn't here right?"

Harry answered her with a yell, and thundering foot steps that gave away his running through the house, "Julie's gone?" The raven haired man skidded to a stop on the hardwood floor in his sock covered feet wearing nothing else save a pair of boxers. He directed his gaze at Draco, the gaze itself was not to be taken lightly, "this," he pointed, "is your fault."

Ginny glared at Harry, not able to believe he'd been so forward, and still yet not knowing why he'd blamed Draco.

Hermione huffed, "Harry, this--"

Draco cut her off as he approached the other man, his chest heaving with angry breaths, "You, Potter, know nothing! How for the love of Merlin's saggy left…"

With a loud bang both men were blasted off their feet and thrown to the floor on their bum's.

Draco had expected that Hermione might interfere with his 'friendly' talking to Harry. But to his surprise it was Ginny with her wand drawn. "Now enough of the boy games. My niece is missing!" Turning her attention to Hermione she said, "Obviously neither of us have seen Julie. Where do we look next? You don't think she would have gone to Ron, do you?"

The reality of Ginny's statement sent shivers down Hermione's spine, "Merlin, I hope not." In truth Hermione knew it was possible that the little girl could have gone to her Daddy, but she hoped against hope that was not the case.

"I'll go to Ron," Ginny said. Seeing the look on Hermione's face she added, "I won't tell him anything, just pop in to check on him after that jinx Julie hit him with."

"We're going to check the burrow," Hermione said as she motioned for Draco to stand and go with her.

Ginny checked with Ron, without Harry's company. Ron informed his little sister of his hatred for Draco Malfoy and his ex-wife, for the trillionth time. He even went so far as to tell everything that was bothering him to night. Alas, Ginny saw no sign of Julie. She was sure Julie would have been there. Where else could the little girl have run away to?

Hermione and Draco arrived outside the Burrow and Hermione made Draco promise to stay put. She wasn't sure how Molly and Arthur felt about her at the moment but if Ron had anything to do with it, she was sure they not only hated her but more so, they despised Draco. She took off walking quickly toward the door, but before she could knock, the door opened, and Molly stepped out, bumping right into Hermione.

"Oh!" she said blinking several times, apparently not expecting to see Hermione. "Oh… Hello, Hermione, dear."

Hermione gave a small smile, "Molly. Look not to be rude, but you haven't seen Julie have you?"

Molly shook her head, "No, not in some time," she sounded disappointed, "something wrong dear?"

"Don't tell Ron, please." Molly nodded, "she apparated out of her bedroom about an hour ago. We've no idea where she's gone."

"We?" Molly asked peering around Hermione's shoulder.

Hermione sighed, "Draco and I. Look Molly, I have to be honest, Ron's not…"

"Julie's father?" Molly laughed lightly, "Oh heavens dear I'd wondered when you'd figure that out." She patted Hermione on the shoulder.

The latter was dumbstruck, "What?"

"'Ve known for ages, since she was a tot. That damned Weasley hair is always dominant, that was the first sign. Now, dear you need to go find your daughter, if I see her I will owl you. Off you do." Molly hugged Hermione and kissed her on the cheek.

Hermione and Draco checked Julie's favorite store, the park she always loved, the library, which was Hermione's idea, and finally retuned to Malfoy Manor. Hermione was in tears and Draco sat beside her with his arm draped around her waist. He was highly upset with himself for not going to the girl's bedroom sooner, for sitting and daydreaming about a life that it seemed now he would likely never have.

"Hermione, we… we uh, need to contact the Ministry." Draco finally said, having given up hope of finding his daughter.

"Why?" Hermione questioned him, tears leaking still out of the corners of her eyes.

"That's what you're told to do if a magical child goes amiss." Draco said, wiping the tear tracks off her face. He gave her a small smile, "They'll find her in a jiff."

As Draco was standing to fetch his owl, there was a tapping on the window nearest the fireplace. He approached the window and found an old barn own sitting on it's ledge with a scroll attached to its leg. Quickly he opened the window, took the scroll, and opened it. He didn't recognize the handwriting, but the words brought with them immense comfort. He read the letter as he walked back across the vast room toward Hermione:

Hermione,

Julie arrived here, packed and ready to stay.

She's asleep now.

Sorry for not contacting sooner,

Poor thing was heartbroken that she can't stay.

See you tomorrow, say nine.

Yours,

George.x.

Hermione gave a great sigh of relief, "Oh my goodness!" She stood and shook her head, "Why didn't I think of that? Of course she'd go to George; he's always giving her sweets!"

Draco threw the note into her outstretched hand and pulled her into a hug. "I told you she'd be fine," he breathed into her ear as he stroked her hair.

Late in the night the two of them finally retired for the evening. Hermione's head swam with thoughts of what could have happened to Julie. What if she'd gone to Ron? Would he have told Hermione of kept Julie there for himself? What if she hadn't made it to George's house? Where would she have been? Would she have been stuck in a parallel universe somewhere with all of the people who never reappeared after performing an illegal apparition? She had no answers to her questions; all she did know was that her daughter was safe. And she was in big trouble mister!

Draco lay with his arms wrapped tightly around Hermione, in the darkened bedroom. He smiled to himself, remembering how he'd once run away from home. Oh the beating Lucius gave him for that. He refused to ever make his child fear him as he'd feared his father. He would not become that man. He had his daughter, his wonderfully powerful, beautiful, rambunctious, giggle-filled, curly blond haired daughter. And he had Hermione, his book worm, his great enemy, his never-cease-to-amaze-me everything. This was his life. This was why he lived.

He planted a kiss in the nape of Hermione's neck. He could tell by her shallow steady breathing, she was asleep. "I love you," He breathed.

He closed his eyes, relishing in the fact that he had everything he'd ever wanted, lying in his arms, and thought to himself, "little witches," and smiled.

The End

A/N: I do apologize again that this took forever to post. I know it's been ages. But I also want to let you know this was the last chapter. This is the end of Resurfacing Secrets. I loved the characters, Julie was my favorite by far. But it is time to stop. Thanks so much for reading! Try another of my fics ;) AlwaysSway