A/n: Hey there so around last year I wrote a fic called Help from a Ghost, and I hated it. It was rushed and sloppy. So I deleted it and promised to re-write it when I could. Now I'm only writing it now since it's been nagging me for a while, and if you haven't noticed it was also renamed. So don't expect any updates soon, I have three other fics I haven't updated in months due to school and other various things and besides that I have finals the week after break is over. So yeah…enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own…

Intro:

Little 5 years old Draco Malfoy was up in a vast room of his home, hiding from Pansy. The girl had wanted to have a tea party and young Master Draco would do anything to get away from her so he hid. With the help of the elf named Dobby he was able to get up into a room that no one used.

The room was dusty to say the least. Various trunks and old paintings were everywhere, with tarps covering old furniture and a dusty grey comforter on a grand four poster bed. Now, young Draco was curious by nature which made him smarter than the average 5 year old wizard, and made his parents quite proud and annoyed too sometimes. If not for his cunningness and ways of getting what he wanted he would have been a Ravenclaw for sure.

So when he entered this room, one he had never seen or been in (and he's been in all the rooms in the manor) you can believe he was quite curious. After much looking around he figured it was a bedroom of a past relative. He saw an old dusty cherry wood trunk that engraved in dulled tarnished silver was the name Evanya Malfoy. He opened the old locks on the trunk and with a great groan from the trunk he opened it.

Inside were old robes and dresses along with an old picture. He picked the picture up and looked at the black and white figures.

One was a tall petite blond, who was obviously a Malfoy by the looks of it, and next to her was a tall curly black haired man who was smiling at her. They both seemed around 17 and they looked at one another with such love. The photo was so old that the picture barley moved. They would wave at Draco for a bit and then look back at each other and smile.

Draco wondered if that was what love looked like. His parents never looked like that, he thought to himself, and then he wondered who that girl was. Their clothes hinted to late 1800s and very early 1900s but Draco hadn't heard a word of any Evanya in his family, and he had studied his family tree up to the early 1600s, well all except the ones that were disowned by the family.

He looked around the room more and wondered why was all this stuff still here? Surely if she was disowned her belongings would have been thrown out or burned or something of that sort. He picked up the photo of the two people again. He then noticed a small piece of aged parchment. He turned the parchment over to see writing on the back. With a bit of difficulty he read:

My Dearest Evanya,

It is with great joy that I tell you that our plan is nearing our last stage. Everything is set, my love. We leave in a month's time.

With much love,

Charlie

"So that's his name." Draco said to himself looking at the picture together.

"Master Draco!" He heard the elf say as Dobby entered the room with a pop.

"What is it Dobby?" Draco asked shoving the picture and note into his pocket.

"You mother and Father request your presence for lunch." Dobby said holding his arm out to pop him into the lunch room.

Draco mumbled and held on.

And although his mind burned with curiosity to know, he knew that it wasn't wise to ask of possibly disowned family members so he kept his mouth shut. And he almost forgot of them, but every once in a while he would come across the hidden picture and look at it and wonder if his parents had ever been like Evanya and Charlie.

Present:

Draco Malfoy stood staring at the gleaming crimson train that would take him to Hogwarts for the repeat of his 7 year, as all the other students were back as well. All that survived the war at least. He looked around and spotted Theodore Nott, a close friend of his along with Blaise.

"So Draco, did you get head boy?" Theo asked.

"Theo do you even have to ask?" Draco said pulling out the gleaming head boy badge.

"Who do you reckon got head girl?" Blaise asked.

"Well you'd have to be daft not to see it." Theo said.

"It's quite obvious, Granger." Draco said.

And speak of the devil there she was just getting through the portal. She was the picture of Gryffindor perfection.

"No bloody wonder she's called The Gryffindor Princess." Blaise said letting out a whistle, to which the other two rolled their eyes at.

"Blaise, you forget we're Slytherins, and Gryffindor girls don't go for snakes like us." Theo said, being the voice of reason as always.

"Whatever mate." Blaise said and the three of them got on board.

Draco left quickly saying he had to go to the heads compartment. Once entering he found Granger sitting down reading a book.

"Malfoy." She said curtly.

"Granger, reading that book again? Thought you would have memorized it by now." Draco said smirking.

"I can read it however many times I want." She said glaring at him.

"Oh your glares wound me Granger, you need to live a little. Bet you're going to be living in the library for the whole year." Draco said his trademark smirk on his face.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to learn." Granger said, her voice hinting that she was seething inside.

"Oh but there, when the person in question has a ten foot pole shoved up her arse." Draco said casually.

"Why you little-."Hermione started but was stopped as the door was opened and in came Professor McGonagall.

"Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger, I expect you two to control yourselves," She said and gave them a pointed look, "Now your head duties involve setting Hogsmead trips, prefect patrols, and the End of the Year Unity Ball which the two of you will have to attend together. Oh and there is a small surprise for the two of you in the head's dorm which I will show you to after the feast."

A/N: That's about it for now. I hope you guys like it! And comments would be greatly appreciated.