Harry came back with a grim expression. He gulped and walked forward. "I-I'm sorry Draco," he whispered.

"What for?" He asked worriedly, gazing up at Harry.

"When Ron and I blasted a hole in your wall, it damaged the papers, and well, this happened," he whispered, holding up burned up and ripped peices of paper. One had Teddys name and Draco's floo number, but nothing else. Another had what teddy was allergic to, another only had 'I, Andromena black leave my grandson teddy to-' in scribble handwriting.

"No!" Draco cried. "Harry, that was the only way I could prove teddy was mine!"

"Draco I'm sorry-"

"I'm going to loose him now! He's going to be taken away and they're going to throw me in azkaban and murder me!" Draco screamed.

"D-daddy?" Teddy whimpered, but Draco only sobbed loudly.

Teddy waddled hurriedly back up to the minister. "P-pease let m-my daddy go!" He whimpered, giving him all of the toys he could. "I tra-trade evewything!"

The minister sighed, looking at the mess in front of him; a crying kid, the savior of the wizarding world looking ashamed and begging for forgiveness, and the felon screaming and crying.

Why didn't he just take the day off?