[A/N: Hello! Welcome, welcome to another year at Hogwarts. . . Wait, that's not right, Welcome to another year in Hannah Potter's miserable life. Yes, that's better. Welcome back! In typical J.K. Rowling fashion I'm going to open this up in someone else's POV cause that's how Jo Rowling rolls.]

Kassia POV

Being held hostage by Voldemort was the worst thing that could ever happen to a person especially when given the illusion of being accepted and having freedom like me.

I was stuck at Malfoy Manor and had been since the night Dumbledore was murdered. Draco was here too, my only company. He got paler and more miserable as the days passed on. I couldn't imagine how guilty he felt about what happened.

Today, were sitting at the table in his dining room, Voldemort sat at the head. Above us, Professor Burbage, who taught muggle studies at Hogwarts, hung, alive but very much dazed. A real prisoner.

Voldemort was listening to Severus go on about how Harry and Hannah were going to be moved from their aunt and uncle's house in a few days and that they would be practically impossible to get to after they were moved.

Severus was telling them how to hunt down and kill Harry and Hannah—my friends.

"It so happens that the Potters and I have a common core in our, they are siblings if you will. For that reason I can injure most painful but fatally. So I shall require one of your wands. Any volunteers?" Voldemort asked.

The table was silent. As if someone would volunteer.

"Lucius. . . Your wand," Voldemort said.

Reluctantly, Lucius passed his wand up to Voldemort who took it next to his and compared the lengths.

"Now tell me Lucius, why do you and your family detest me being here so much?" Voldemort asked suddenly.

*No one would want that.*

"My lord, it is an honor to have you in our home," Lucius said.

I glanced next to me at Draco who rolled his eyes. He disagreed completely.

"Yes, my Lord," Bellatrix said, coming practically out of nowhere. She practically sat on Voldemort's lap. It turned my stomach how badly she wanted in Voldemort's pants.

*Ewe. Ewe. Ewe. Ewe. Ewe.*

"We can think of no greater pleasure," Bellatrix said.

Why didn't Voldemort just slap her? Why would you want someone trying to canoodle with you while you were trying to be dastardly and evil? I think he secretly wanted to shag Bellatrix. There was no other explanation.

"No greater pleasure? Even considering the happy news that has occurred in your family this week?" Voldemort asked.

"What happy news?" Bellatrix asked.

"Why your sister's daughter, your niece, married the werewolf Remus Lupin," Voldemort said.

The whole table laughed. I looked over at Draco. He seemed happy to hear this. I was too.

"My lord, Bellatrix and I have not had contact with our sister since she married that muggle born Tonks. As for her daughter our actions have been limited to speaking only about my son when absolutely necessary," Narcissa said, trying to justify any contact with her less reputable (and better liked) family members.

Voldemort then turned his glance to Draco. I could tell that he was wishing his mother hadn't mentioned him at all.

"What about you, Draco? Will you watch their pups?" Voldemort asked him.

*Pups? Way to be rude.*

Then Draco smirked. He shouldn't have been smirking. He was only supposed to smirk when he was about to be an asshole or say something cheeky. He didn't need to be either of those things to Voldemort. He was already on his shit list.

"'I can think of no greater pleasure', My Lord," Draco said.

Voldemort raised his hand as if he were about lay the smack down on Draco when Narcissa rose to her feet.

"My Lord!" she said quickly. "Please my son for his insolence. He has. . ."

*Yes, Narcissa, please lie your son's way out of this catastrophe.*

"He has not been in the best of moods as of late, My Lord," Narcissa said.

"Oh, really?" Voldemort asked, beckoning Narcissa to sit again. "And why, young Mister Malfoy have you been in a foul mood?"

*Because of life.*

Draco was silent. He sat with his arms crossed staring intensely at the table. He was in a bad mood, not that he hadn't been before, but whatever excuse he had cooked up to feed Voldemort had put him off.

"Well, Mister Malfoy?" Voldemort pressed on as if to say that if Draco didn't answer he was going to hurt him.

Draco looked up from the table and chanced a look at Voldemort and merely said, "My daughter."

Even though I was sitting at a table filled with death eaters everyone (with the sole exceptions of Kevin and Bellatrix) seemed to be struggling with the moral dilemma that came along with killing Hannah. She was pregnant, very pregnant at this point. Due in eight weeks if my math was correct.

Everyone seemed to be okay with killing Hannah off, but killing off Hannah and her unborn child seemed to bother them all a great deal. Like it was some huge murderer's taboo to kill a pregnant woman.

"Ah, that's right. I nearly forget sometimes that your spawn resides inside of Miss Potter," Voldemort said.

Spawn. Pups. Was he incapable of saying children or was he really going for crass and rude? Then I realized Voldemort was a psychopath and that analyzing him was moot.

"To be honest, Draco, it's all your fault, really that you're in this little predicament," Voldemort explained. "Tell us, Draco, what exactly were you thinking when you decided to fornicate with Potter?"

Another gross word—fornicate. I was going to have nightmares forever.

"What I was thinking?" Draco asked. "I guess about how much I was enjoying myself."

I face palmed myself mentally. Now was not the time for him to be making crude sex jokes about Hannah.

But Voldemort laughed as if he understood. The rest of the table laughed uncomfortably not really sure what was going to happen next.

"Your frustration is warranted I'm sure, Draco, but you should've thought about the consequences of your actions when you took more from that girl than you were capable of handling," Voldemort said.

I supposed that was Voldemort's way of telling Draco he should've kept it in his pants.

"I know that now, My Lord, however all I want from her now is my daughter alive and unspoiled. Potter will be yours to do with what you like after that," Draco said.

I didn't understand how Draco did it. He lied about not caring about Hannah masterfully and Voldemort bought it every single time. All Draco wanted everyone to believe he cared about was his unborn daughter.

"Are you sure about that, Draco? You did claim to love this girl didn't you?" Voldemort asked.

I knew it must have been frustrating for Voldemort not being able to get into Draco's head. The only way he was going to get a legit answer out of him was to trip him up. But, Draco knew better than to do that.

"I shagged her a fair few times and our birth control malfunctioned whilst I was having my way with her once. That doesn't mean I loved her," Draco said.

I was angry for a moment and then shook it off. I knew he was lying, but he was so convincing. He didn't even flinch when he said it. The rest of the group laughed at Draco's

"And as for the whole marriage proposal, I had merely observed that she and her brother liked to snoop. I couldn't very well carry on while they kept looking over my shoulder. It was merely a diversion. I had to put myself in a position where they wouldn't suspect me and they didn't until the very last moment," Draco said.

"This is true. The Potter's were exceptionally out of the way this time round," Voldemort said. "And although you did fail me you provided Severus with ample opportunity to kill Dumbledore. But despite all of the good work you've done for me this past year I can't help but wonder why we're even in the position of you asking me to spare Hannah Potter's life for even a moment."

"I've made mistakes, My Lord, and I apologize that this could interfere with your plans, but I'd like to own up to my mistakes, all of them," Draco said.

". . . Very well then," Voldemort said. "When we go to retrieve Hannah and Harry Potter you are to leave the girl unharmed. We wouldn't want anything to happen to Draco's child would we? After all, new life is so worth celebrating isn't it?"

Draco gave Voldemort a gracious nod. "Thank you."

888

"You're insane, you know that?" I asked Draco later on as we sat in his room. "He could've killed you just then, you know that?"

"Yep," Draco said. "I didn't really feel like I was making an impact otherwise."

"So you had to act like a jackass why?" I asked.

"If I hadn't stood up to him like I had he'd still be suspicious of me," Draco said.

"Uhm, he still is suspicious of you," I pointed out.

"No, not so much anymore," Draco said. "He knows where my loyalties lie—with my daughter and then him. He 'knows' that as long as I have my daughter I'll be so grateful I'll do anything else he asks of me without question."

"That. . . That's actually pretty brilliant," I said.

"I know. I'm pretty amazing sometimes," Draco said. "And the occlumency helps."

"Helps us all doesn't it?" I asked. Thank goodness I was a good occlumens. If Voldemort even thought for a moment that I knew about the horcruxes he would kill me without a second thought and then brag to all his death eaters about it.

"So, Hannah's going to be safe for now. What about Harry?" I asked.

"He's clever enough to not get killed. I know he'll be alright," Draco replied.

"You know. . . It's kind of unfair the way you talk about Hannah in those meetings," I told him. "You do love her after all."

"Of course I do," he said. "And I know it's awful. I know she's not just some thing and I would never use her the way that I say I did. I miss her like crazy."

"I'm sure she misses you too," I replied.

"If she does miss me, she only wants me back so she can hurt me the way I hurt her," Draco said.

I patted Draco's back comfortingly.

"I doubt she'll take me back after this," Draco said. "I don't expect her to. . . I think I'd just be happy with her forgiving me."

"For now," I said to him. "I think that's all you can really ask for."

[Chapter Title Credit to Drake for the Song "Tell Me Lies"]