The world spins and life goes on. In one mansion in one part of the world, there's a pretty yard with a rose garden and a quidditch pitch. The house itself is tall and majestic. There are huge arches and ivy draped from the western wall. The house could comfortably fit a hundred people, if they tried. However, the house was empty. Not a single living thing inhabited the grounds, except for a little boy.

"Dobby!" A voice cried out into the darkness. It was nighttime and the fire had long ago gone out. He knew that Dobby was never supposed to let the fire die. "Dobby! I said come!" The little boy, no more than four years old, was curled up in a ball in the middle of his bed. The four poster bed was too elegant for a child of his size and it was a wonder he didn't disappear into the middle of it. The expensive silk comforter had been pushed off the side in his attempt to sleep, but he didn't dare reach down to get it. For a third time, he called out into the night "Dobby!" When all he heard was his own echo, he finally allowed himself to cry.

Christopher Bones hated this type of case. He looked over the sheet of paper in front of him before calling his team in to discuss the next step. At his wave, a group of four men and woman filed into the room, talking amongst themselves.

"Alright!" He quieted them quickly. "Here's the case. Last night, a well known Death Eater and his wife fled the country. All international floo trips are monitored, and this set off our alarms. We sent aurors after them, and the Malfoys were brought in for questioning. Mr. Malfoy was given a few drops of truth serum and admitted to just having attacked and killed some muggles who had the misfortune to attempt to camp in the woods surrounding his house. They were apparently at the borders of his anti-muggle ward. Knowing that he was already on the brink of jail time and that he was supposed to sit trial in a week, they decided just to flee." At this point, Christopher paused to catch his breath. Before he could continue his story, one of the member of his team raised her hand.

"Sorry, Bones, but we're just a little confused. What does this have to do with our department? This sounds like something that should be handled by the DMLE." Christopher nodded his head in understanding before answering her question.

"I was just getting there. According to birth records, the Malfoys have a four year old son. However, when they, the patriarch and matriarch of the Malfoy estate, were both sentenced to Azkaban for murder and accomplice to murder, their house elves were all set free. All of this means that somewhere, there is a scared little four year old boy and we need to get to him before some of their Death Eater accomplices do."

With this being said, the team went into action. Christopher split them up into different departments and within the hour, they were ready to search the estate.

They entered the estate cautiously, as they were unsure of who could be lurking there after the news of the Malfoy's imprisonment hit the front page of the news paper earlier that morning. It was still only nine AM, so they hoped that nobody had thought to go to the estate yet.

"Wands out." Christopher cautioned as they reached the front door. Without any further ado, he reached out and opened the door up. Swinging it open wide, they entered the house, keeping their wands trained to other doors and dark corners. After realizing that there wasn't anything in that room, Christopher turned to his team. "Split up. Two of you that way," he pointed to a hall. "and the other two can go up here." He pointed up a stairwell. As they went their separate ways, Christopher followed the second two up the stairs, assuming that there would be more space to cover on that end. When they reached the second floor, he was proven correct. Sending his team members to the left, he took a right down the hall.

The first door he tried was an empty bedroom, most likely used for guests. The second door was the exact same and he reckoned that they probably even connected with the bathroom. He continued into the third room and quickly dismissed it as being as empty as the others. However, as he turned to leave, something caught his eye. Unlike the perfection of the other rooms, the bedspread in here was pushed to one side, half off the bed. Christopher walked further into the room, toward the bed in the middle. Curled up in the fetal position was a little boy with blond hair. He was wearing what looked like expensive pajamas and he had his thumb in his mouth. He was currently sleeping comfortably, but Christopher could see the tear streaks that shone on his face. Deciding quickly, Christopher reached down and scooped the little boy up into his arms. The boy squirmed a little but did not wake up. Rearranging his arms to hold the limp body better, Christopher let the boy's head rest on his shoulder as he walked out of the room.

As he glanced down the long dark hall, he could see his team at the other end. Calling out to them softly, he told them about what had just transpired. He quickly gathered the rest of the team together and they left the Malfoy estate as quickly as they had entered it. The entire process, they little boy stayed sleeping on Christopher's shoulder.

Once they were back inside the ministry, Christopher passed the boy off to a nanny who would take him to one of the playrooms while the guardianship topic was tackled. Getting out a huge family tree, Christopher's team began looking at possible relatives who could watch over the little boy, at least on a short term basis but hopefully for long term as well. As the list was being constructed, it was obvious who the first choice would be. The boy had an aunt called Andromeda Tonks, who was married and even had a child of her own. Granted, the daughter was already in her first year of Hogwarts, but it still seemed like a perfect solution. Christopher sent people off to contact the Tonks family.

An hour later, it was apparent that the Tonks family was harder to contact then they originally thought. The parents seemed to be out of the country while the daughter was at school . Lacking a better answer, Christopher and his team began contacting more distant relatives for a short term solution. It wasn't until they came across a family called the Weasley's that they got a positive response. The Weasley's already had seven children, but they seemed to be managing fairly well, and they agreed to take the boy for a short while, until the Tonks family could be contacted. The Weasley children were aged from fourteen to three, with the oldest six all being boys.

"The young Malfoy would get along quite well in this family", Christopher concluded.

With this being decided, Christopher had the nanny bring in the little boy.

"Draco," He said, kneeling down to look at him in the eyes, "You're going to stay with some of your cousins for a while, okay?" Without removing his thumb from his mouth, Draco replied

"I want Dobby."

"What was that?" Christopher, unable to understand him, discretely asked the nanny who had been with Draco all morning.

"He said 'I want Dobby,'" she clarified, "He's such a bright boy, very clever and loves music, but he refuses to stop sucking his thumb. Dobby must have been a house elf. He's been asking for him all morning." The nanny smiled down at the little boy, running her hand over the top of his head. Both adults in the room noticed how Draco visibly shrunk away from her touch. The nanny shook her head sadly before saying goodbye to the small boy, leaving him with Christopher.

Christopher sighed, before leading the boy over to the floo connection. It was time to introduce him to the Weasleys.