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A Death Eaters Tale

~Repressed Memories~

"Order. Order!" I hear a familiar voice call, as I rise from the floor into the middle of the courtroom where the Wizengamot are all peering down at me. Minister Kingsley sits on the tall podium with his patronus, in the form of a Lynx, seated leisurely at his side. I look up to see the mass of Dementors itching to get their decayed hands on me. I'm not gonna lie I'm a little scared but only because I don't think I'll be able to keep my promise. The ministers voice draws me from my thoughts.

"Now the interrogation of Lucy Quinn Malfoy shall commence. Interrogators: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister for Magic. Witness for the defense?"

The door to the courtroom creeks open. The chair I've been chained to makes it impossible for me to see who came in, so I don't bother trying. It doesn't take long for our visitor to make his presence known.

"Harry James Potter." He states standing next to me.

"I wasn't aware I would have a defense on my behalf." I monotonously whisper to him without turning to look at him. I see him smile out the corner of my eye before answering.

"Yes, well it's the least I could do isn't it?" I drop my head slightly and exhale heavily. "Besides we're family." Doesn't the boy know a lost cause when he sees one?

"Now then Lucy—"

"Please call me Quinn." I state adamantly.

"Very well Quinn Malfoy: known Death Eater and right hand to the Dark Lord. You have been brought from Azkaban at the request of several wizarding families, who have protested on your behalf that you may be given fair trial, in the hopes that you will be acquitted of all charges for which you have been accused." My stoic mask falters to show my confusion only for a brief moment.

"Pardon me Minister you said 'families' as in more than one?" He nods waves his wand and the chair I'm seated in slowly turns to reveal the 'families'.

Sitting before me, with hopeful smiles plastered on their faces, is all the people I've met that fought against the Dark Lord. The Lopez's, the Pierce's, even the Hummel's. In the front row are my Aunt, Uncle, cousin, and the Weasleys giving me encouraging smiles. Suddenly I'm relieved that the Ministry allowed me to wear my own robes for the trial rather than the rags required for prisoners of Azkaban.

Then I see her sitting right between Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. The love of my life sits there holding Ginny's hand with a small smile and unshed tears in her eyes, she waves to me before bring her hand to her necklace. I smile softly at her and shake my head. Will she ever give up on me? Before I know it I'm spinning around yet again to face the minister who clears his throat.

"The charges against the accused are as follows; that she did knowingly and in full awareness of the legality of her actions commit: treason against the ministry, the snatching of half-bloods, the use of the unforgivable curses, and the murder of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." The members of the Wizengamot erupt in whispers and accusing glares.

"Has the Veritaserum been administered—?"

"Minister Kingsley if I may?" Harry cuts in. What on earth is he doing?

"You have the floor Mr. Potter." Harry nods and steps forward.

"Given that the accused is a master Occlumen I request the use of the master pensieve to ensure that only the truth is shown in this trial." I smirk. Clever Potter very clever.

"Mr. Potter I'm sure you are aware that the taking and/or tampering of memories is highly illegal—"

I interrupt the unknown council member. "Only if they are taken against the will of the owner. I willingly offer my memories to the court." A long silence follows my interruption.

"You were originally against this trial why the change of heart Miss Malfoy?" A councilwoman questions.

"I made a promise to someone I love very much, it is a promise I intend to keep, but I can only do so as a free woman."

Kingsley smiles at me and nods. "Those opposed to Mr. Potter's request?" A few wands are raised but not enough for the request to be denied. "Very well." The minister of magic waves his wand yet again and a giant pensieve lowers onto the wall to my left. "Now where to begin?"

"I believe the first time Ms. Malfoy met the Dark Lord would be a sufficient start."

"I'm afraid I can't show you that memory."

"And why not?"

"Because the first time I met Lord Voldemort was the day I was born. To show you what really transpired you'll have to bring my father from Azkaban as well. He was the only other person alive today that was there."

-April 30th 1979-

-Russell Malfoy-

"Russell" He calls my name in that low tone that almost sounds like the hiss of a snake.

"Y-yes My Lord?" I stammer out and bow my head.

"Has she been named yet?" He motions to my daughter who is being held by my very overwrought wife. She was just born not moments ago. The moment she was placed in my wife's hands he appeared with my sister-in-law at his side. She's standing in the corner smiling maniacally and holding my terrified eldest daughter, Francine, to her.

"No my Lord we have not decided yet." I lie, my wife had already decided on the name Quinn. He glides over to my wife and towers over her and my daughter.

"Lucy." He states. "Her name shall be Lucy." I can see my wife wishes to protest so I cut in before she can. Foolish woman is going to get us all killed.

"Lucy Quinn Malfoy, a beautiful name my Lord." My cold glare boring holes into my wife.

"May I?" He opens his arms and my wife looks to me in fear. I scowl at her.

"Of course my Lord." My wife begrudgingly hands our daughter to him. He turns to me with my tiny daughter in his arms. After a moment he speaks again.

"I require her Russell." My wife pales.

"I-I beg your pardon my Lord but require her for what exactly?"

"I think you know exactly why I require her Russell."

"NO!" My wife pulls her wand out and raises it at the Dark Lord. "You will NOT take—"

"Avada Kedavra!" I hear my sister-in-law screech.

"Quinn!" My wife screams before falling lifelessly to the floor. I knew she would get herself killed one day, she was just like her brother.

"No mommy!" Francine cries and struggles in her aunt's arms.

"Bellatrix! I need a sacrifice for the spell to be complete!"

"Not to worry your Lordship we can always use the pretty little girl." She suggests as she covers Francine's mouth with her hand to muffle her screams. The Dark Lord turns to me once again.

"Forgive me Russell but it appears I require both your daughters."

I look to my daughter, who is still crying, before bowing my head yet again. "As you wish." Bella lets go of my daughter and she runs to her mother's lifeless body. She turns to me.

"How could you let him do this to her?! She was your wife!" She sobs and I just stare coldly at her.

"She brought it upon herself." I reply. The Dark Lord steps toward my daughter, wand in hand.

"Avada Kedavra." I watch for the second time that day as the green light of the killing curse fills the room. Then I hear little Lucy cry out. A lightning shaped scar has appeared just below her right ear. "Dear Bella take her to Severus he will be the child's protector."

The memory has finished and I angrily turn to my father; hands balled in tight fists and hot angry tears running down my face. "You sick twisted son of a bitch! You just stood and watched as they murdered your family and turned your newborn daughter into a Horcrux! How do you live with yourself?!" He just sits there staring at me with same stoic mask I had on only moments before the viewing of the memory. I knew what he had done already but watching it happen is far worse than hearing about it. "Answer me!" Then he snaps.

"And what would you have had me do he would have killed me t—"

"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED! YOU SHOULD HAVE FOUGHT BACK, STOOD BY THEM, AND DIED WITH THEM!" I struggle against my restraints. I want nothing more than rip his throat out with my bare hands. Harry puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes me back.

"Is that what you would have done Lucy?"

"Don't call me that! My mother named me Quinn and yes that's what I would have done. He would've had to kill me first before I let him anywhere near my loved ones."

"Really now? Is that why you allowed your Aunt to torture that filthy mudblood you love so much. You my 'righteous' daughter are no better than I."

"Don't you dare call her that vile name and do NOT compare me to you! I didn't know she was taken prisoner and as soon as I found out I had her rescued. I would never have stood by silently and let Aunt Bella kill her. You were a coward to scared to stand up for yourself or your family. I've given my all to ensure her safety. You were the idiot that assumed because you gave the Dark Lord everything, that he wouldn't try to kill you too. Everyone was expendable to him, including you."

He looks away as Minister Kingsley calls the court to attention again. Harry squeezes my shoulder. I may not show it but I'm thankful he's here with me.

"Guards you may escort Mr. Malfoy back to his cell." They take my father from the room and I relax enough to put my mask on once again. I wipe the tears I cried off as best I can with my shoulder. "Now, Quinn, as seen in the memory you were turned into a Horcrux for the Dark Lord and then taken to… Severus Snape?"

"Yes he was to train and protect me." I answer hoarsely. He gestures for me to continue. I clear my throat. "I lived with Severus from that day on; only staying with my Aunt and Uncle when he was teaching or had business to attend. Severus raised, trained, and protected me all my life. He's the reason I'm considered a prodigy he taught me everything from a very young age, he was my true father." I pause in remembrance for my adoptive father.

"We lived in many places during that time but mostly America. It was outside the ministry's jurisdiction so he could teach me magic in private without questions; it's why I have an American accent. I was proficient in a number of things before I was even old enough to get my own wand; wandless spells, charms, and incantations, potion-making, Muggle studies." They all look confused at my response.

"Muggle Studies?"

"Yes, even though he didn't show it he was very fond of Muggles, he admired them. So he made sure I spent a lot of time with Muggles when I was little. Then I was accepted at Hogwarts. That's when I first met Dumbledore."

"How old were you when you first met Albus Dumbledore?"

"I was eleven and was about to start at Hogwarts. I had just gotten my wand and supplies from Diagon Alley. Severus and I were at our home in Spinner's End…"

-Quinn Malfoy-

I go to open the front door and a tall bearded man stands there smiling down at me. "Hello there is Severus home?" I nod but don't let him enter.

"Severus!" I see him slowly turn the corner and walk towards me.

"Yes what is it?"

"There's a man with a long white beard asking for you." He opens the door further to reveal the bearded man.

"Quinn, why didn't you let him in?" He questions.

"I didn't know who he was Severus I didn't think it wise to let him enter."

"Silly girl, this is Albus Dumbledore he poses as much a threat to you as I do."

"Oh."

"Forgive me Headmaster do come in." He ushers in Dumbledore.

"It's quite alright Severus you should be quite proud of young Quinn. Not many children would question a stranger at their door."

We're all seated in the living room. Severus and Dumbledore are drinking tea while I have hot chocolate.

"So Headmaster to what do we owe the visit?"

"I'm here to speak to Quinn actually." He turns to me. "Severus has told me great things about you Quinn."

"Likewise professor." I smile politely.

"So you do know who I am." I nod.

"I didn't recognize you at first but when Severus told me your name I remembered everything he taught me about you."

"What has Severus said of me?"

"That you're a great man and an even greater wizard, that you are the Headmaster at Hogwarts, and that you fought Voldemort."

"You do not fear his name?" I scowl.

"He should fear my name." He chuckles.

"Yes he should. I'm guessing you know what he's done then." His eyes on Severus as he speaks.

"Severus told me he killed my sister and Lily and lots of other people. I also know he's the reason I have this." I push my hair behind my ear to show the scar. He nods and leans forward.

"You told her about Lily?" He asks Severus.

"She found out about Lily." He eyes me and I smile nervously. I recall the day he caught me going through his old pictures.

"Severus and I have been fighting him for years and we would like for you to help us."

"How? Severus says I'm too young to fight off a cold let alone a Dark Wizard." He laughs.

"Not quite yet but someday. We know when the time is right he will call upon you again to serve him. You will help the way Severus does by pretending to serve him." I take a second to consider things. I know what he's done Severus told me everything and I want to help.

"I can do that Headmaster."

"Very good for this to work though you will not be starting at Hogwarts this year."

"Why not?"

"There is someone we want you to help look after and he won't be starting until next year. He's just like you Quinn. The Dark Lord killed his mother and father and gave him a scar just like yours."

"Harry Potter."

"Yes with the both of you we can stop him."

"So you want me to wait a year until he can start too, then…?"

"We want you to look after him in any way you can, keep him safe." I nod.

"Anything I can do to help." I reply with a smile.

"After that I was sent to live with my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin while Severus taught at Hogwarts until a year later when I was able to attend Hogwarts."

"Did they know of the task Dumbledore gave you?"

"No, not until recently and Draco knew way before either of them though. He and I became very close during our time together and he found out during our fourth year. He kept my secret and to ensure no would take the information from him I put a block in his mind. We were always looking after each other. My Aunt and Uncle treated me well too. They were thankful that I waited a year to go to Hogwarts. They thought it was because I wanted to go with Draco, but I think they were just happy someone would be looking after him."

"Can you explain your relationship with the Golden Trio?"

I laugh. "Yes, well let's see I guess we should start with Ronald Weasley. Our 'relationship' is the least complex… It'd probably be best if I just show you."

"Welcome to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall bellows. We are all waiting just outside the main hall. Draco and I are standing off the side and I'm resting my head on his shoulder. "Now in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates but, before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." Draco turns to me and nods I smile at him. "Now while you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points, any rule breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year the house with the most points is awarded the house cup—"

"Trevor!" An awkward looking boy shouts and runs to pick up the toad that is resting in front of the professor. She eyes him for a moment. Draco nudges me and I lift my head from his shoulder to look at him. He points in the direction of a boy with dark hair and glasses.

"Isn't that Harry Potter?" He asks and I nod then return to my head to his shoulder.

"Sorry." The boy that interrupted says as he stands and makes his way back to his original spot.

"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." She finishes and walks away.

"So it's true then…" Draco voices and all heads turn to him. Leave it to my cousin to make a spectacle of himself on the first day. "… what their saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." The hall breaks into whispers of the Boy-Who-Lived. "This is Crabbe, Goyle, Santana, and Brittany."

He gestures to them with a nod of his head. They all just nod and smirk except Brittany who smiles sweetly and waves. He then steps in front of Potter with me in tow. "And we're the Malfoy's. Quinn and Draco Malfoy." The small red-headed boy next to Harry snickers. Draco and I turn to glare at him.

"Is there something funny about my name?" I glower dangerously at him.

"No need to ask yours." Draco states. "Red hair and a hand-me-down robe you must be a Weasley." I smirk.

"How fitting he does look like a weasel doesn't he, Draco?" Draco and I laugh at his expanse as he turns red.

"Very much so cousin. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford." I laugh.

"I guess that does make him a weasel." The boy scowls at us. I'm not usually this rude to people off the bat but my name is important to me. It's all I have left of my mother. Draco understands how sensitive I am about my name so it only makes sense that he defended me. "Think twice before you decide to insult me again Weasel."

"You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." He voices while eyeing the Weasley boy. "I can help you there." He says extending his hand.

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." Harry responds. Someone taps my shoulder and I turn to Professor McGonagall. I grab Draco and we walk back to our original spot.

"Was that really necessary? He only laughed." I glare at the councilman.

"The name Quinn is all I have left of my mother. I'll go to my grave defending it." He seems to deliberate on what I've just said. "Anyway since that day Ronald and I haven't exactly seen eye to eye. He's hated my guts and I've hated his. We never got along until just a few weeks ago."

"What about Miss Granger?" I can feel my cheeks burn and I know I'm blushing but I smile nonetheless.

"I can honestly say I've been in love with her since the day I met her." I admit.

"Oh?" I nod slowly.

"When you're young, you don't recognize it at first so it's… very difficult to explain."

"Wingardium LevioSa." Draco says and I laugh. Dobby, my uncle's house elf, taught me this spell one summer before I even had a wand so I can already do it with a snap of my fingers.

"Like this Draco. Wingardium LeviOsa." I swish and flick my wand and the feather before me starts to float. I turn to Draco and he smiles at me.

"Oh well done! See here everyone Miss Malfoy and Miss Granger have done it." I look across the way and another girl has done it as well. I smile at her before Seamus Finnigan sets himself on fire yet again. Later that day during the Halloween feast my scar starts to bother me.

"Maybe you should splash some water on it that might help." Draco says I nod and head for the bathroom. When I enter I hear sniffling coming from one of the stalls.

"Is anyone in there?"

"Go away I don't want to talk to anyone." I frown.

"Well that's not very nice. How do you expect to make any friends if you don't talk to anyone?" I hear the latch unlock and the girl from my charms class steps out sniffling and wiping her tears. "I know you Hermione Granger right? I don't believe we've been properly introduced." I extend my hand. "Quinn Malfoy." She hesitantly takes my hand.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I shrug.

"Well why shouldn't I?"

"You aren't nice to Ronald and everyone is kind of scared of you."

"You must mean Weasel Bee? Well if you remember he made fun of my name first. And people are only scared of me because my last name is Malfoy." I lie and she nods. People are scared because their parents probably know what happened when I was born. "So you gonna tell me why you're in hear crying when you should be in the great hall getting sick off all the sweets like the rest of us?" She sniffs again.

"Ronald called me a nightmare and said that I haven't got any friends." She replies meekly and I scoff.

"He's one to talk. He's just jealous because you're better than him at everything."

"But he's right I haven't got any friends."

"Well I'll be your friend and you can hang out with my friends I'm sure they'll love you." She looks nervous.

"You mean Draco?"

"No, I hang out with Brittany Pierce from Ravenclaw and Santana Lopez; she's in Gryffindor too. Draco's only nice to me and his friends are really annoying." She smiles and I feel a weird flutter in my chest. It's probably nothing. "See now you can rub it in Weasel's face that you have awesome friends."

Her smile fades and she looks up. I follow her gaze and there's a fully grown Mountain Troll standing right behind me. Severus taught me all about these but I gotta say it's much uglier and bigger in person. We slowly start to step back and it slowly steps forward. It brings its club back preparing to swing at us. Hermione runs into the stall behind us and I dive to the left to avoid the club. He swings and destroys the first few stalls I hear Hermione scream under all the broken wood. Just then Harry and Ron come running in. The troll gets ready for another swing.

"Hermione move!" I yell. Harry and Ron start to throw broken pieces of wood at it.

"Hey pea-brain!" Ron finally gets its attention for a split second so Hermione can crawl towards the sinks. The troll sees her and swings again.

"Protego!" I cast a protection spell and a shield forms around Hermione just before the club hits her. It impacts with the shield and slides off. As the shield dissipates Harry pulls out his wand and charges after the troll. He climbs up its back and onto its shoulders. Somehow his wand ends up in its nose and it finally grabs Harry. He's dangling upside down by his leg.

"Do something!" Harry yells.

"What?" Ron says.

"Oh you idiot move! Wingardium Leviosa!" I cast the spell and the troll's club is hovering above its head. I drop the club on its head and it releases Harry who crawls back towards Ron and me. The troll falls flat on its face.

"Is it… dead?" Hermione asks as she cautiously makes her way towards us.

"I don't think so just knocked out." Harry says before bending over to retrieve his wand from the troll's nose. "Uch troll bogies."

"Okay well as much fun as this has been I'm gonna leave before we…" When I turn around Professors McGonagall, Quirrell and Severus are all coming running in. "get into trouble." I finish quietly.

"Oh my goodness! Explain yourselves all of you." Harry, Ron, and I begin to explain when Hermione decides to take the blame. Professor McGonagall took five points from Hermione and gave five to Harry, Ron, and I.

"Good of you to get us out of trouble like that." Harry says to Hermione as we're walking down the corridor to our respective houses. Hermione just smiles.

"Mind you we did save her life." Ron nags. I turn to him.

"Mind you" I mock in an English accent. "She might not have needed saving if you hadn't insulted her." Ron gulps and looks to Hermione.

"What are friends for?" He responds sheepishly. Hermione smiles at him and I roll my eyes.

"I better head off to my house, wouldn't want to cost them any points." I say and Hermione comes to hug me.

"Thank you." I grin goofily and return the hug.

"Don't mention it and let me know if Weasel here gives you anymore problems. I know a spell that'll glue his legs together."

"How is it you were able to cast the Protego charm at such a young age?" Another councilwoman asks and I shrug as best I can in my restraints.

"I'm not called the Slytherin prodigy for nothing. Severus had taught me about the spell over the summer but I hadn't been able to actually perform till that night. Dumbledore said it was because 'When people we care about are in danger we are able to do extraordinary things.'"

"So you knew from that moment you were in love with Ms. Granger?"

"No, I said it was complicated; at that particular moment I felt something for her but I didn't realize it was love till much later."

"And your relationship with Mr. Potter?" I look up at Harry and smile.

"We started off on the wrong foot as you've already seen but given our circumstances he became a brother to me."

-Harry Potter-

"A pity they let the old punishments die. There was a time detention found you hanging by your thumbs in the dungeons. God, I miss the screaming." Mr. Filch exclaims.

I see Quinn glare at Draco. "And this is precisely why I told you NOT to tell on them." She whispers harshly.

"How was I supposed to know we'd get detention?"

"It's common sense you went to get them in trouble for being out at night, but that's the same thing we were doing."

"Whatever." He huffs.

"You'll be serving detention with Hagrid tonight. He's got a little job to do inside the Dark Forest. A sorry lot, this, Hagrid." Hagrid doesn't answer and just sniffles. "Oh good God man, you're not still on about that bloody dragon, are you?" Hagrid adjusts his crossbow and looks to the rest of us.

"Norbert's gone. Dumbledore sent him off to Romania to live in a colony."

"Well that's good, isn't it? He'll be with his own kind." Hermione states.

"Yeah well what if he don't like Romania? What if the other dragons are mean to him? He's only a baby after all."

"Oh for God's sake, pull yourself together man. You're going into the Forest after all. Got to have your wits about you."

"The Forest? I thought that was a joke. We can't go in there. Students aren't allowed. And there are…" We hear a howling in the distance. "…werewolves."

"Oh there's more than werewolves in those trees. You can be sure of that." Mr. Filch clarifies. "Nighty-night." Quinn smirks and nudges her cousin.

"Oh come now Draco scared of a little werewolf?"

"Am not, I'm just scared for you. Wouldn't want you to end up with another scar now would we?" Another scar? She continues smirking and just lets it go.

"Right. Let's go."

We walk through the Forest for some time before Hagrid stops and dips his fingers into a silver liquid.

"Hagrid, what is that?" I ask as Quinn leans over me to get a better look.

"That's unicorn blood isn't it?"

"Very good Quinn." We all look at her.

"What you think Hermione is the only that reads?"

"This is what we're here for. I found one dead a few weeks ago. Now, this one's been hurt bad by something." I spot something moving through the trees. Hagrid must've noticed because he pauses and takes a look around. "So, it's our job to go and find the poor beast. Ron, Hermione, you'll come with me. And, Harry, you'll go with the Malfoy's."

"Okay. Then I get Fang." Draco demands.

"Fine. Just soes you know he's a bloody coward."

The three of us trek out on our own and all Draco has done is complain.

"Wait till my father hears about this. This is servant's stuff." He says before walking ahead of Quinn and me.

"You'll have to excuse my cousin. He's not exactly humble and the only reason he's complaining is because he's scared." She says.

"And you're not?" I inquire. Quinn shrugs.

"Not really. I mean it is pretty creepy in here but I find very peaceful and almost beautiful. You?"

"Me too… I should thank you."

"For what?"

"I heard you talking to Draco about not telling on us. Also if you hadn't been in the bathroom that night Ron, Hermione, and I would probably be dead." She shakes her head.

"You don't have to thank me for those things."

"May I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why aren't you like Draco?" She raises an eyebrow in question. "What I mean is everyone says the Malfoy's are all really mean so why aren't you?"

"Your friend Ron would beg to differ but I get what you mean. I wasn't raised like they were. My mother and sister were killed when I was very young and my father was sent to prison shortly after. I was sent to live with Severus and he raised me to judge based on action not blood."

"Wait you mean…?"

"Yep Professor Snape is like my dad. He taught me everything I know. He comes off to people the wrong way because he's so… broody? I guess you could say, but he cares a lot he just doesn't like to show it." I can't picture Professor Snape as the caring type. Or a father type for that matter.

"I didn't know."

"Most people don't. And between you and me, we have a lot more in common than you think." I give her a questioning look so she moves her hair back to reveal a scar. It looks exactly like…

"That looks just like mine." I bring my hand up to my forehead.

"Voldemort killed my sister. He didn't kill my mother but he's the reason she's dead. You're not alone Harry I know better than anyone what you go through. That's why I've been helping and being nice, we're the same." She shrugs.

"Harry and I always had an understanding of each other."

"So you were there whenever they needed help?" Kingsley asks.

"Yes and for our first two years together I was able to do so discreetly. Our second year I was the one that sent Dobby to keep Harry safe and the one that sent Fawkes into the Chamber of Secrets to assist him in the defeat of the Basilisk. They never knew I was the one helping."

-Quinn Malfoy-

Draco and I walk ahead of my uncle and into Borgin and Burkes. My uncle is here to sell some questionable things before the Ministry performs a Raid on the Manor. This place is really creeping looking and I love it. There are all kinds of weird things to discover. Draco spots a weird looking statue and puts his hand on it. My uncle walks in behind us. Draco withdraws his hand just before my uncle's cane lands on the statue with a smack.

"Don't touch anything Draco." He demands.

"Yes father." He replies submissively and I can't help but snicker at him. When my uncle starts to walk towards the front of the store Draco punches my arm and I'm doing my best to stifle my laughter. We continue to look around until Mr. Borgin comes to greet us.

"Mr. Malfoy what a pleasure to see you again and the young master Malfoy too delighted." He then looks to me and his eyes go wide. I always get this sort of reaction from shady pureblooded witches and wizards. "Mistress Malfoy truly an honor it is to have finally met you." He bows and I nod tersely to him. "If there is anything you should need don't hesitate to call upon me."

"Thank you but I do believe my uncle had business with you."

"Of course of course—" I tune out the conversation and look to Draco. We both discreetly start to mock Mr. Borgin. Me by doing that creepy thing he does with his hands and Draco by bowing to me to which I curtsy in response.

"Draco." My uncle calls and Draco brings the box we brought forward. We go back to looking around but I keep an eye on my uncle and Mr. Borgin in case something interesting comes up. As I grow bored I come to stand to the right of my uncle and wait patiently to leave I see Draco make his way to a sarcophagus off to my uncle's left. Mr. Borgin is trying to cheat my uncle out of his money but Uncle Lucius is very perceptive until he turns around to scold Draco about touching the sarcophagus. I see Mr. Borgin try to take a few of the gold galleons he's supposed to pay my uncle. I slam my hand on his and he freezes.

"I hope you weren't planning on stealing that from my uncle Mr. Borgin." Uncle Lucius turns around to see my hand over Mr. Borgin's with the galleons in his hand. He takes the money from the counter and his hand.

"Thank you Quinn." He glowers at Mr. Borgin.

"Not at all uncle Lucius." I finally release his hand.

"My apologies Mr. Malfoy, Miss Malfoy." He grovels.

"Now you—" I interrupt my uncle before he does something to get himself in trouble.

"If I were you Mr. Borgin I would learn to keep my hands to myself. Next time my uncle may not be as merciful and you might just lose that hand." I threaten. With that we walk out and head to Diagon Alley.

"You shouldn't have interfered." He huffs.

"You have a family uncle Lucius what good are you to them if you end up in Azkaban?" He doesn't respond because he knows I'm right that was the reason we there in the first place. So he wouldn't end up in prison.

"I have some other business to attend to wait for me in Flourish and Blotts." I nod and he walks off. Draco and I start off in the direction of the book store. He turns to me and smiles.

"My apologies Miss Malfoy." He teases and I smack his arm.

"Shut up." He elbows me.

"Good eye on you though. I always knew Borgin was a rat."

We enter Flourish and Blotts and there's a mass of people waiting in line. Draco elbows me again.

"Up here." I follow him up the stairs and the path comes to circle around and face the entrance. We lean against the banister and see Gilderoy Lockhart preparing for his book signing.

"Ugh not this idiot again." I groan.

"You know he's a complete fraud."

"I wouldn't doubt it the man looks like a complete moron." Draco smirks and nudges me.

"Isn't that your girlfriend?" My brows furrow and I look down to see Hermione with Harry and the Weasley clan. I blush and punch him.

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Yeah but you want her to be." Draco's known about my crush on Hermione for a while now. He doesn't really care much about it as long as I'm happy but that won't stop him from teasing me about it. "You know mother and father would have your head if they found out you fancy a mudblood." I scowl at him.

"Don't use that word." He eyes me and I sigh and hang my head. "I know but I can't help it the heart wants what the heart wants. Just don't tell okay?"

"Of course not if they off'd you who would be around to help me tease Weasel Bee." He hugs me to his side and I rest my head on his shoulder.

"Ladies and gentlemen Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart." The room erupts in applause. He ends up pulling Harry to him and they take a picture. Which Draco scoffs at.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what an extraordinary moment this is. When young Harry stepped into Flourish and Blotts this morning to purchase my autobiography; Magical Me…" More applause. "… which incidentally, is currently celebrating its 27th week atop the Daily Prophet bestseller list," Even more applause I look to Draco and we share a look before rolling our eyes. "He had no idea that he would, in fact, be leaving with my entire collected works free of charge." Draco and I move for the stairs but he stays behind to read something. I walk all the way down stairs and run into Hermione who's smiling ecstatically. I groan and face-palm.

"Please tell me you don't believe this garbage too?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the imbecile that's claiming he's the next best thing since sliced bread." She looks insulted and I just grin amusedly.

"And so what if he is?"

"He's a complete fraud everything that comes out of his mouth is a lie, even Draco thinks so."

"You believe everything Draco says?"

"What reason would he have to lie to me?" She thinks for a minute then nods and speak of the devil. I see him move to start trouble with Harry and the Weasley's.

"Excuse me it would seem I'm needed elsewhere."

"I'll bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter? Famous Harry Potter, can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page." I walk up to Draco.

"Leave him alone." The youngest Weasley says dangerously as she steps forward. I move to my cousin's side and lean on his shoulder with my right arm.

"Oh look, Potter. You've got yourself a girlfriend." I slap Draco upside the head.

"Be nice." I scold before turning to the girl. "I'm sorry about him. My name is Quinn and the loud mouth is my cousin Draco." I extend my hand to her. She eyes it cautiously, as if she thinks it'll poison her, before shaking it.

"I'm Ginny." She says and I smile.

"Nice to meet you. How was the rest of the Weasley clan this summer?"

"Bet you were all off—" I elbow Draco harshly just as my uncle enters and places his cane to Draco's shoulder.

"Now, now, Draco, play nicely." He pushes Draco and me to the side. "Mr. Potter. Lucius Malfoy. We meet at last." He shakes Harry's hand and pulls him forward to look at his forehead. "Forgive me. Your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you." I see Hermione making her way to us and she comes to stand next to me. I grin before seeing Draco smirk knowingly.

"Voldemort killed my parents." Harry states adamantly and my uncle releases him. "He was nothing more than a murderer." Harry continues.

"You must be very brave to mention his name, or very foolish."

"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Hermione declares and I can't help but smirk.

"And you must be Miss Granger." He looks to Draco and I and we both nod. "Yes, Draco and Quinn have told me all about you, and your parents." She looks towards them in the store. I can't help but feel a little guilty but I know I'm not the one who told him Hermione was Muggle-born. "Muggles, aren't they?" He then turns to the Weasley's and I nudge Hermione. When she faces me there's a scowl on her face and I give her an apologetic look which seems to soften her expression a bit. "Let me see. Red hair, vacant expressions…" He takes a book from Ginny's cauldron. "…tatty, secondhand book. You must be the Weasleys." Arthur Weasley comes to his children's defense.

"Children it's mad in here let's go outside." He says happily.

"Well, well, well. Weasley senior."

"Lucius."

"Busy time at the Ministry, Arthur, all those extra raids? I do hope they're paying you overtime but judging by the state of this," He waves Ginny's book around. "I'd say not. What's the use in being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"

"We have a very different idea about what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy."

"Clearly." Uncle Lucius looks towards Hermione's parents again. "Associating with Muggles." He sneers and puts Ginny's books back in her cauldron. "And I thought your family could sink no lower. I'll see you at work." Uncle Lucius walks out and Draco steps menacingly in front of Harry.

"See you at school." He says before walking off too. I sigh and rub my forehead before stepping towards Mr. Weasely.

"I apologize for them." Mr. Weasley smiles at me which I return before I turn to see the faces of his children. They're all scowling at me. "Right well I guess I'll see you all later."

"See I told you I'd get us spots on the team." Draco brags as we trail towards the Quidditch pitch. He begged uncle Lucius for weeks to sponsor the Slytherin Quidditch team it was the only way they'd let him join. I on the other hand had already made the team last year as a keeper/chaser but I turned them down when Draco couldn't join.

"I didn't need you to get me one, although do remind me to thank uncle Lucius for the new broom."

"Where do you think you're going, Flint?" The Gryffindor team captain inquires.

"Quidditch practice." Our team captain confirms.

"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today."

"Easy, Wood. I've got a note." He gives him the note which is read aloud.

"'I Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker and Keeper.' You've got a new seeker and keeper. Who?" Draco and I step forward smirking.

"The Malfoys?" Harry challenges.

"That's right. And that's not all that's new this year." Everyone looks down at our new Brooms.

"Those are Nimbus 2001s. How did you get those?" Ron questions lamely.

"A gift from my uncle."

"You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best."

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in." Hermione chimes in. "They got in on pure talent." I smirk. Draco walks threateningly towards her. Uh-oh. I grab his arm and he shrugs me off.

"Don't." I say warningly.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood." Everyone gasps

"Draco!" I grab Draco by the front of his robes and bring him to me we're nose to nose staring angrily at each other.

"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy." Ron takes out his wand and I put myself between him and Draco. "Eat slugs!" His spell backfires and he's sent flying backwards onto the ground. Both teams start to laugh as Ron starts throwing up slugs. Harry and Hermione take him away. I spin around towards my cousin who is still laughing. I whip my wand out of the special holder in my right shin guard and point it at him.

"Rictusempra!" A silver stream goes flying out of my wand and straight into Draco's gut he's sent flying backwards and lands on his back. I march up to him and grab his robes so that we're nose to nose again.

"DO NOT, EVER, use that word in front of me again!" I command before plaster the sweetest smile on my face. "Mmk pumpkin?" He nods slowly and I pat his cheek harshly before pushing him over. I look up and everyone is staring at me. "That goes for the rest of you as well." They all nod vehemently as I set off for the Quidditch pitch.

"Come… come to me."

"What?" I look at Draco incredulously. We were just about to head to the dungeons.

"What?"

"What did you say?" He makes a face.

"I didn't say anything."

"Blood. I smell blood."

"You don't hear that voice?" He looks around but we're alone so he makes another face at me.

"Are you ok?"

"Let me rip you."

"There it is again."

"Let me kill you."

I start in the direction the voice is moving. "Where are you going?" Draco calls but I don't answer I just keep following it.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

It stops then starts again.

"It's time."

I take off running towards the voice. I run for a while until I happen upon a message written in blood.

My brows furrow. "What the hell?"

"'The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir, beware.' It's written in blood." I look to my right and Harry, Ron, and Hermione are all staring at it.

"What happened here?" I ask. They all look at each other then at me.

"We just got here." Harry says. "I was following a voice then—"

"Wait you heard it too?" He nods; stepping forward slowly his eyes widen. "What?" He points upward.

"It's Filch's cat." I turn around and see her dangling from the wall. We both step towards her.

"It's Mrs. Norris." I say and suddenly we're surrounded by classmates all gasping and whispering. I see Draco walk up and stare at me questioningly before reading the wall.

"'Enemies of the Heir, beware.'" He turns to the rest of Gryffindor. "You'll be next mudbloods."My anger is rising and I'm just about to blow when…

"What's going on here?" Uh-oh. Mr. Filch starts pushing through the crowd. "Go on. Make way, make way. Potter, Malfoy. What are you…?" He looks up, his eyes widening in realization. "Mrs. Norris?" He looks to Harry and I. "You've murdered my cat."

"No." Harry and I respond simultaneously.

"I'll kill you." He reaches out to grab Harry by the shirt. I try to walk away but he grabs me by the hood of my robes. Seriously? It's just a cat right? "I'll kill both of you!"

"Argus!" Filch releases us as Dumbledore and few other professors come into view. "Argus I…" He trails off literally reading the writing on the wall. "Everyone will proceed to their dormitories immediately." I fix my robes and start to walk away again. "Everyone except…" I turn to look at him. Please don't say me. Please don't say me. "…you four." He finishes pointing at Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I. Crap. "She's not dead, Argus. She has been petrified."

"Ah thought so." Lockhart interrupts. "So unlucky I wasn't there. I know exactly the counter-curse that could have spared her." Yea right and I've got two heads. Dumbledore and Severus eye him skecptically.

"But how she has been petrified, I cannot say." Our headmaster continues.

"Ask them. It's them that's done it." He points accusingly at Harry and I. "You saw what they wrote on the wall." Severus eyes me. I am in so much trouble.

"It's not true, sir. I swear. I never touched Mrs. Norris. And neither did Quinn she showed up after the three of us." Harry states adamantly. I nod viciously and shoot him a thankful glance.

"Rubbish." Filch claims.

"If I might, headmaster?" Severus interjects. "Perhaps Potter and his friends were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time." I smile and the trio all look to each other in confusion. "However the circumstances are suspicious. I, for one, don't recall seeing Potter at dinner." Lockhart comes to Harry's defense.

"I'm afraid that's my doing, Severus. You see, Harry was helping me answer my fan mail."

"That's why Ron and I went looking for him, professor. We'd just found him when he said…" Hermione trails off.

"Yes, Miss Granger?"

"When I said I wasn't hungry." Harry finishes. "We were heading back to the common room when we found Mrs. Norris." Severus raises an eyebrow in question. "And you Miss Malfoy?"

"Well I was uh—"

"She was coming to talk to me, Professor Snape. She's been having trouble in Herbology and asked me to help tutor her." Wait how did she know I was having trouble in Herbology? Severus eyes us suspiciously before turning around to the headmaster.

"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus."

"My cat has been petrified. I want to see some punishment!" Filch demands.

"We will be able to cure her, Argus. As I understand it, Madam Sprout has a very healthy growth of Mandrake. When matured, a potion will be made which will revive Mrs. Norris. And in the meantime I strongly recommend caution to all." As we start to walk back to our houses Severus pulls me aside.

"Are you really struggling in Herbology?" I look down.

"Yes. But it's not too bad and she did agree to help me." I lie it's really bad and Hermione and I never talked about Herbology before just now. If he finds out I am so dead.

"You had better not receive a bad mark in that class otherwise you will not be permitted to visit your friends this summer. Am I clear?" I gulp.

"Transparently Severus." With that said he walks off and I breathe a sigh of relief I really thought I was in for it. Severus lets me do whatever I want, so long as my grades are exceptional. I have to be at least one of the top three students in all my classes. I turn the corner and almost run into Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I cross my arms over my chest.

"Were you eavesdropping?" My eyebrow rises in question. Hermione and Harry at least have the decency to look ashamed whereas Weasley just snickers.

"Yeah we we're watching the 'Perfect Quinn Malfoy' get yelled at for poor remarks." He laughs and I laugh fraudulently along with him.

"That's very funny coming from you. Especially since you can barely tell which side of your wand to hold up or perform a decent spell without it backfiring on you Weasel." He turns red and I step closer to him. "Even on my worst days I will always be better than you." He's fuming and lunges at me only for Harry to hold him back and Hermione steps in front of me before I can move.

"Ok enough both of you this isn't helping!" Ron stops struggling after Hermione yells. After a moment her scowl fades and I can almost see the gears turning in her head.

"What?" I inquire curiously.

"It's a bit strange, isn't it?"

"Strange?" Harry asks.

"You and Quinn hear this voice, a voice only the two of you can hear and then Mrs. Norris turns up petrified. It's just strange."

"Do you think we should have told them?" I question.

"Are you mad?"

"Miss Malfoy of what significance do these memories hold?"

"None." My answer seems to anger the Wizengamot.

"Then why—"

"You asked me to show you my second year and I did. It was uneventful Things only started to change during my third year."

"What happened during your third year?" Harry looks at me nervously.

"I aided my uncle in his run from the Ministry after he escaped Azkaban."

A/N: I really liked the idea of Quinn and Hermione so I decided to go for it. The courtroom scenes will always be Quinn's POV but scenes that involve people who are still alive may be placed in their POV. Also did anyone see Thursday's episode of Glee? It's about time Quinn and Santana got it on. I always knew Quinn was a pressed lemon. I could just sense it thanks to my psychic mexican third eye haha. Anyways hope you enjoy please review :D. Oh and before I forget I have not given up on my other story but I have been working on this one and a few others so I may not post for a little bit. Happy late St. Valentine's Day! Much love. ~Heaven Sent