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I do own the characters of Mariena Silver, Tobias Hill and Alicia Lao. The character of Belle Gratio Belongs to Lora, you know who you are. Sorry If I get the portrayal of her wrong. SO sorry *bows* So yeah. If you like it, e-mail me, If you don't, then leave. J/k if you're gonna e-mail me, no flames please. Constructive criticism. ^^ Btw, my e-mail hell_engel_86@yahoo.com

Peace - Ali

Chapter 1 - Finding Out

The night was dark, except for the light of the moon, which shone through an open window in a dark castle.

The wind rustled through the almost leafless trees, making only a slight crunching noise.

An owl hooted and landed on the open windowsill. No one in the dark room stirred, and the night remained quiet. The owl, which seemed to have an almost human mind, seemed quite annoyed by this. The owl stretched its great wings and hopped off the windowsill onto a wooden night stand. The owl almost seemed to smile, if such a thing were possible with owls, and hooted again, slightly louder than the last.

The boy, to whom the night stand belonged, jumped up, along with another boy, who had the bed to the right of the owl and its new perch. The boy's arms began to flail, almost knocking the owl off its perch. The owl seemed to become aggravated and dropped a small package in the boy's lap and flew out the window.

"Draco? What could possibly be so important that it couldn't wait until the regular mail delivery?" The other boy asked, half asleep.

The other boy, Draco, shrugged. He was thinking the same thing himself.

He picked up the thing the owl had dropped in his lap. It was a letter, with his family's seal on it. Great, what does father want now? He thought to himself. He shrugged and stuck his thumb between the seal and the parchment tearing them apart and began to read the letter.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

We regret to inform you that at 10:23 on Tuesday the 4th, your father died.

He was ill with an unknown disease which neither the Wizarding world, nor the Muggle world could cure.

Before your fathers death, he made out a will and testament, and you and your sister will each receive an official copy soon, to claim yours.

Again, we are truly sorry for your loss.

Jed Rupert,

Center for unknown disease.

Draco stared. His father…dead? This had to be someone's idea of a joke. He looked back down at the parchment. My sister? I do not have a sister… A look of puzzlement plagued his face, but the heavy weight of fatigue was more. He tucked the parchment under his pillow. Perhaps his mind would be right in the morning.

* * *

Draco arose with a jerk. His head immediately filled with the information he received during the night. Was it true? It had to be. He lifted his pillow. There lied the parchment, folded and slept on. He let out a silent scream, and knew his father was really dead. He sunk back into his bed, and sat there. He remained glued to his spot, not moving until someone pounded on his door.

"DRACO GET OUT OF BED NOW!" Draco recognized the voice. It was Tobias, who then threw the door open. "Look at the time! We do have a match today, or did you forget?" Tobias was already dressed in his emerald robes and was tossing Draco his. "Bloody hell, what were you doing in here?"

Draco shrugged, guessing he was referring to the mess created in the night by him and the owl. He pulled on his robes and Tobias tossed him his broom.

They ran through the halls and through the team room and caught up with the rest of the team just as they were flying onto the pitch. Tobias and Draco followed suit and flew into the air joining the rest of the team.

"Keep your head in the game this time Malfoy!" One of his team members yelled back at him.

Madam Hooch stepped under the teams "I want a clean game boys and girls!" She shouted over the roar of the masses. She seemed to be talking specifically to Slytherin. She then released the balls and Draco shot up, eyes darting for the snitch.

The game in its entirety, lasted about 45 minutes, Slytherin coming out victorious over Ravenclaw.

Draco awoke in the hospital wing, tremendous pain in his side, making it painful to breathe. He looked around, the hospital was dark, no other patients. He guessed it was about dinner time. He jumped out of the bed just as madam Pomfry arrived.

"Good, good, you are awake. Well, no broken bones, I guess you may go." She sighed and turned her back on him mumbling about how quidditch had become more aggressive over the ages.

Draco walked quickly into the hallway, heading up to the common room, he really didn't feel like eating anything. On his way, he passed a girl that he recognized as Mariena, the Ravenclaw keeper.

Her figure was lithe, her skin pale, the only thing that really set her apart were her eyes. They were a brilliant violet color. Her hair was mid back length, honey colored. She was looking down at a piece of paper, much like the one Draco had had.

He smiled remembering that night, when her eyes looked at him with horror, and pleasure. He would never forget his first, and although no one knew, he still felt proud.

His eyes fell down the length of her body, and to her hands, where he looked in horror.

"Where did you get that?" He sneered and snatched it from her.

"It was delivered to me" She retorted and snatched it back. She turned her back on him and continued to read. "Oh my God…" She turned around and looked at him with horror. She started to run back to the Ravenclaw house, but Draco stopped her.

"What?" He asked holding a tight grip on her arm.

"Draco, don't…" She squirmed trying to free herself.

"No…tell me!" He demanded his voice harsh.

She sighed and her eyes began to well up with tears. "Draco, our father died…"

He let her go and she ran sobbing to her house.