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Penance

Epilogue

Draco entered the small office in the heart of Muggle London. Liz followed with eighteen month-old Scorpius on her hip and eight-year Toby in tow. Draco sat the playpen up in the reception area. It would have to be moved tomorrow before they opened the office for the first day of business, but while they worked, at least he could keep and eye on his son. Liz said, as she began stripping Scorpius out of his layer of light spring clothing, “Drake, are you sure you want me here? I mean I didn't even finish fifth form.”

Draco finished with the playpen and with exasperated good-humour scolded his friend, “Shut the bloody hell up, Liz, for the last time. You're the one who's going to be the first contact with the Wizarding world for these Muggles. You'll be perfect.”

She placed Scorpius in his pen and watched as Draco pulled the shrunken toys form his pockets. “But you'll teach me how to speak posh around that old Dragon-lady, won't you?”

Draco set the toys in the pen and watched with pride as Scorpius set them flying. “McGonagall is not a Dragon-lady, and I told you she would only be here for a short while before she retires as Headmistress.”

“But...” Liz was biting the inside of her cheek again.

“Go file, Liz.” Draco said, laughing. “Or I'll find something disgusting for you to do.”

Liz stalked to her reception area, grumbling dire things, no doubt. Draco turned his attention to the silent boy who stood beside him. “Toby, could you find someplace special for these?”

Draco pulled a shrunken Muggle photo of Tish out of his pocket along with the ivory miniature of Narcissa. He cast the charm to make them normal-sized and han.ded them to the reverent hands of the waiting child. Toby bowed slightly and said, “Thank you for allowing me the honor, sir.”

Draco suppressed a laugh. “Liz, I think you should rethink naming your boy after Snape.”

He turned to the door of the office, an old-fashioned glass and wood configuration, better suited for the 1940's era detective films that Liz enjoyed, than for a modern Ministry of Magic annex. He had struggled for days to come up with an appropriate name for his newly developed department. He had been named, with Potter's help, the liaison between Muggle-borns, victims of Death Eater attacks and Hogwarts. He had his job cut out for him. Granger and McGonagall had compiled a list of over one hundred women who had been saved by Snape and several other well-placed spies of the Order. On top of this, many more Muggle-borns were being added to the rolls of Hogwarts, statistically more than predicted from previous years. Magic had been on the rise in the past few years after the Voldie-war as it was being called now. Draco's job was to help Muggle families adapt their routines to their magical children. Liz's job would be to pull the families into the world. Draco had no doubt she would do well in that position. He had already set up programmes that would allow the children that resulted from the Death Eater attacks. who had been sent to Muggle orphanages and group homes, to be fostered by Wizarding families. He had been surprised by the overwhelmingly positive response of his world to these unfortunate children. The Weasley's had taken in five to foster. No surprise there, but he was happy for the children.

He waved his wand and added the final flourish to his door. Gold letters spelled out: Office of the Comptroller of Hogwarts School, Scotland, Draco Malfoy, Advisor. However little sense it made, he had been constrained against making any reference to magic. He added another flourish at the bottom, a small snake-like design. Turning his attention to the antiseptically white walls of the office, he decided on a cool Slytherin-green, with silver accents. Let the Muggles know what house they should aspire to. Slytherin really could do with an infusion of new blood, and if all the young wizards and witches were as powerful as his son and adoptive nephew, Slytherin could do very well with them.

He turned toward his son. The boy was absolutely beautiful, just as his mother had been. He had Draco's sharply pointed features and his mother's lovely lips. His hair was white blond, with the slightest wave. His eyes were a deep green. Draco felt a breath of air stir against his neck. “He's perfect, isn't he, My Angel?”

The air stirred his son's hair, lightly ruffling it as if it were a caress. Tears came to Draco's eyes. “I miss you.”