Draco left Snape and went to his quarters for his broom. Where he was going there was no fireplace. He shuddered slightly as he thought of his destination, but he knew he had to go. He grabbed an apple out of the basket on his table as he had not eaten all day and set off.
He touched down near the rusted iron door. He was chilled to the bone as the dementor granted him entrance into Azkaban. He was led to a small cell at the end of a long hallway which held his father, Lucius Malfoy. When Lucius stood up Draco noticed with a bit of astonishment that his father still stood tall and haughty though very pale and thin. He spoke somewhat in disbelief, "Draco, don't bother me again. Your mother and I wish to be alone. Go and play with your trains." Draco thought about this before speaking again and realized his father must be reliving one of the memories of him as a child when all he wanted to do was stop his father from beating his mother. Lucius never hit his precious heir, but it was a wonder he never killed his wife. Draco would hear them and go bang on the door till his father would open the door and tell him to go away. He was so little and so powerless that by the time he went off to Hogwart's he was ignoring his mother's cries for mercy. With much effort Draco pulled himself out of this terrible memory and back to the reality of speaking with his father about his child. "Father, I came to tell you that you are now a grandfather."
Lucius looked at him suddenly snapping back to the right place and time. "What! You're 19 years old and you're not married!"
Draco looked back at him, "I will be soon."
His father's eyes grew even colder. "She is a pureblood?"
Draco looked back with equal coldness. "Of course."
Lucius spoke almost like it was over a dinner table, "Do I know her father?"
Draco stepped back and spoke quickly, "Yes, It's Weasley"
Lucius's eyes widened, "You will not see her again! Take what is yours and find a woman worthy of the name Malfoy to raise your child."
Draco had expected he would be angry, but to tell him to kidnap his own child was beyond unimaginable. He spoke his final words as he left, "Rot in Azkaban."
He took his broom and headed for his family's mansion as the sun set slowly behind him.
He arrived to find his mother sitting in the main room staring at an old photo album again. "Mother, we need to talk."
"I'll say." She replied, "You got an owl from Mrs. Weasley saying Sabrina is fine, but Ginny has a fever and excessive blood loss. She is being treated at home with an immune boosting charm and blood replenishing potion. Who is Sabrina and what happened to Ginny Weasley?"
Draco tried to calm himself before explaining. "Sabrina is my daughter, and Ginny, well, she just gave birth to my baby."
Narcissa was a bit surprised, but she had been reading more of Draco's letters than he suspected. She had known about Draco and Ginny for some time now, and knew there was no stopping true love. She finally spoke, "You'd better go to her, Draco."
Draco's eyes opened wide. "Mum, really, you mean it's ok?"
She hugged him tight and said, "Yes, Draco, I just want to see you happy."
Draco fought back a tear succeeding because Malfoys never cry. "Then come and see Sabrina with me."
Narcissa spoke hesitantly, "What about the Weasleys?"
"They are kind and they will accept you as they have me."
Narcissa smiled for the first time in years. "I would like to see my granddaughter."
Draco took the bowl of powder from the fireplace, took out a handful, and handed it back to his mother. "Wait a minute and then come after me." With that he disappeared into the fireplace.
He arrived at the Burrow and Mrs. Weasley smiled a warm smile. "Welcome back."
Draco spoke with a little hesitancy, "My Mum is coming too. I told her it would be ok."
Mrs. Weasley thought this must be that day when pigs flew and a certain very hot place turned cold, but she didn't show it in her words. "The more the merrier."
Draco asked in an even more nervous tone, "How's Ginny?"
Mrs. Weasley said calmingly, "She is doing much better now."
Just as Draco was heading upstairs Narcissa came out of the fireplace. Mrs. Weasley greeted her and said, "You've come at a good time. Dinner is almost ready. Arthur makes a chicken noodle soup almost as good as mine."
Narcissa was quite shocked that the family she had always looked down on was welcoming her with open arms. "I wouldn't want to impose. I just wanted to see the baby."
Molly said cheerfully, "Sabrina could always use another grandma to hold her during dinner. A baby can never have too much love I always say."
Narcissa smiled for the second time that day thinking she hadn't been so happy since the day Draco was born. "Yes, I'll have to stay then."
Later in Ginny's room Draco was beaming at his precious new daughter as he cuddled her close for the first time. Ginny was sitting up and eating her soup watching the strange woman she had barely met. She was cooing at the baby just as much as her own mother did. She thought about how special Sabrina must be to unite two families who had once hated each other.