A/N: Hello to everybody! I am finally back to D/G realm with another strange fic of mine. You must be crazy to write a second part to an unpopular one-short, but you must be totally mad to write a sequel to it. And because I am just that mad, I am doing it! I advise you to read "Game for the high Stakes" first to understand the background of this fic as historical as psychological one. For those who has read already and know that Draco is dead… DON'T PUSH THE BACK BUTTON JUST YET He will still be in this fic in, let's say, other forms.

I wanted to do a fic about the second generation for quite some time, so I wrote one. It was planned to be not more than ten chapters long, but now it is nearing twenty five and more, so you'll suffer reading it for quite some time. ;) Please, enjoy and leave your impressions.

Children of War or the Peacemaker

Chapter One

Nobody was aware of his existence until he was called out to put the Sorting Hat on. He didn't have a particularly remarkable appearance, only his hair that was unnaturally blond. He sat down onto the three legged stool without any commotion of a scared first year and was placed into Gryffindor, after some time of thinking on the Sorting Hat's part.

First time in Hogwarts' history the Gryffindor table wasn't cheering for the new addition to their House. Yes, there had been no mentioning of the Malfoy name in ten years, but it had a history too long and dark to be forgotten. So what Malfoy was doing in Gryffindor? Shouldn't he be in Slytherin where all the pureblooded snobs were (the War didn't change that particular trend)? But he was, a petite blond boy, sitting near the freshly sorted gryffindors with a friendly smile on his face. They in return did everything not to meet his eyes, completely ignoring him. To their mind it was a good way to solve the problem.

After the feast and settling in his dormitory young Malfoy decided to write a letter.

September

Dear Mother,

Writing to you from my Gryffindor dormitory. Huh, let out the big news in the first sentense already. So your predictions about the House I should be sorted in were right. As everything else you warned me about. Today everyone decided I was just an empty place. Well, it is better then open insulting. It is probably coming later.

But enough about me. How are you and my siblings? I already miss them. It is funny to call them my siblings even if we are not blood related. Well, we are as close as any siblings can be, right?

Speaking of relatives. I've met my cousin, Rose Weasley today. Well, 'met' isn't exactly the right word. I only saw her. She was also sorted into Gryffindor. She hasn't acknoledged me in any way. She must not know at all about us being related. I don't blame her. I blame nobody for their attitude towards me, but I hope to change it in the nearest future.

Classes will start tomorrow. There are not many children in Hogwarts now, especially first years. Because of this all first years will be studying together. Sounds interesting to me.

That's all for now.

Give my love to everyone, can't wait to see you all on Christmas.

Your son, Archie.

Hi, Mom,

Sorry to write to you again so soon. What was it? Two days? But I just wanted to talk, so…

I think you can be interested in the changes that happened in Hogwarts since you has been here. First of all, the staff is new. They are all fairly young, about your age. You must know them all from your school days.

My Head of the House surely hates me. I heard he asked the Headmaster about a resorting. Common, I have done nothing to him! How does he know I am not supposed to be in Gryffindor? He doesn't know a thing about me! And Charms' Professor certainly dislikes me too. I have no idea why. I mean, I do everything practically from the first attempt. What else does he want? He can't have any personal grudge against me, right?

You know what? We have Oliver Wood as flying teacher! He is the Best! And not only because he treats me as any other student. I think he likes me in some way. The last years of flying are finally paying of. (I had the best teacher, didn't I?)

So this is how it is. I am going to finish my homework for tomorrow. By the way, having a non grata status has its advantages – I have my personal armchair in the Common room. They think they will be cursed if they take that place. Otherwise it is pretty okay here.

Looking forward to your answer, but let Fridrich rest for a while. Those trips to Italy and back surely exhaust it.

Say hello to everyone,

With love, Archie.

October

Dear son,

I am really glad to hear form you, even if I am not happy about what you told me in your letters. I know all too well how it is to be alone during your first year. But I am also happy that you are not bothered by it too much. I am sure you'll find friends sooner or later; try to search in other Houses.

I was quite surprised to read about staff changes. I have never imagined the whole staff would'be been replaced. Well, everything changes with time. And about those teachers that 'dislike' you. Don't let it get to you. Just do your studies and don't give them any reason to be angered with you. It is not worth the trouble.

I am really sorry that my decision to send you to Hogwarts instead of Beauxbuton put such a heavy weight on your young shoulders. But I am certain you are strong enough to bare it. Inside Hogwarts you are better protected than anywhere. Do you have enough Vanishing Crème to cover your scar? If needed, I'll send more any time you ask.

By the way, I also have some good news – Eric is going to join you next year. And I also inclose letters form you muggle school friends Alonso, Gonsales and Carmen. They really miss you. As we all do here.

Enormous love,

Your Mom, Steve, Eric, Giliermo, Sandra and Leila and all others you call siblings.

November

Hi, Mum,

Eric is a wizard?!!! I was sure he was as muggle as even possible! His coming here next year is grand news! I can't even express how happy I am! Big thanks for the letters. I miss them terribly too. It is so strange to live in two different worlds – muggle and wizarding.

Can't wait till Christmas break. The Headmaster informed me about the Portkey arrangement from the Three Broomsticks. I'll try to go earlier and buy some sweets for everyone.

Till Christmas, Archie.

January

Dear Mother,

School again, hah? Handed assignments done during holidays and received only one O, professors don't seem to change their attitude for the better.

I am glad the adoption process goes well, otherwise it would've been impossible to stay a family and –

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

"I always wondered what little Archie is writing in the letters to his mommy…"

"And I wonder how it is any of your business, Flint? Didn't your mother tell you that reading others' letters isn't polite?"

"You are not 'others', Malfoy! You are nothing. You are not worth of having this name."

"How do you know I am not worthy? This is the first time you are talking to me."

"I don't need to talk to somebody to realize that he is a piece of scum unworthy to even recide on my shoes."

"I hope you also realize that I have all the right to hex your family jewels off for such insulting words, don't you?"

"What the fuck?!" Flint choked, feeling something pointing into his pants. "You wouldn't dare," Flint hissed. "Here, in the Library."

"Oh, I'll certainly dare. I am a Malfoy, remember?"

Flint wanted to call it all a bluff, but when he noticed Archie's eyes turning from blue to steel grey he decided to back off. There was something in that color, some hidden and thus dangerous power.

"Okay, where was I… Oh, yes. Dear mother…"

Today I received attention form the school bully, Bardy Flint, third year slytherin. I am surprised he hadn't advanced on me sooner. It was fun actually. I bet he'll seek revenge, but don't worry, I won't get into trouble…

……………………..

"Please, give it back, my parents gave it to me for my birthday," a small girl weaned, sitting on the cold stone floor, surrounded by her things that fell out of her backpack. And the said backpack was being tossed around by Flint and his three goons.

"Catch it, if you want it so much," Flint snickered, throwing the bag even higher.

"Accio bag!" came from the hallway and was folllowed by the appearance of Archie Malfoy with the bag in his hands.

"What the Hell are you doing here, Malfreak? Get out of here, it isn't your business!"

"Well, I don't know, my classmate, no to mention a girl, is attacked by four third year trolls. I can at least even the stakes by helping her."

"Give me back that bag and get lost or you'll get into serious trouble!"

"We are not in the Library, Flint."

"So what? You are going to hex me?"

"I might."

"What is it to you? You have some silly crush on this girl? Want to play hero?"

"This all is just a waste of time." With that said Archie sent purple sparks in the direction of each boy.

"Can't even cast a decent hex, boy?"

"Who says I failed?" With another wave of Archie's wand the boys flopped right onto their asses. The grimaces of pain screwed their faces. "For several following hours you'll be very sensitive in your… rear area. And now, as you put it, get lost."

With moans and groans the slytherins left.

"I believe this is yours?" Archie asked, handing the backpack to the girl.

"It is," she squeaked and started hurriedly collecting her belongings, keeping her eyes on the floor.

"You alright, Rose?"

Hearing her name made her head jerk up. "You know me?"

"Taking into consideration that we are in the same class and House, it is pretty obvious. But you probably don't know me. Archibald Malfoy, but friends call me Archie," he introduced himself, outstreshing his arm to help her up. Rose looked at the hand with eyes full of fear, fear close to panic. "Don't worry, I don't bite, my hand doesn't anyway."

His disarming smile gave her some reassurense in her future safety, so she let herself to be pulled up. "What are you doing here?"

"The same as you – heading for Potions."

"Oh, yeah. I hope we are not late."

Archie checked the time on his chain watch. "There are several minutes left, but we better hurry."

"Why did you help me? Do you really… like me?"

Archie laughed wholeheartedly which didn't please the girl in the least. Seeing her hurt pout he laughed even louder. "I couldn't even if I wanted to."

"Why?"

"Relatives don't like each other this way. I am you cousin. From your father's side."

"Cousin?" Rose asked completely astounded. "But everyone from my father's family perished in the war and I was never told that we were connected to the Malfoys."

"Such fact must be too painful to aknowledge," he remarked slightly bitterly, but the smile instantly returned to his lips. "It is your choice to believe me or not. But if Flint bothers you again, please, tell me. Family or not, I'll help. What are they thinking? Attacking a little girl…"

"Hey! We are the same age!"

"Sorry, sorry."

A/N: That's a little teaser for you! Please give me some reviews to brighten my day!