This is a rewrite of Out of the Shadows. Reading back over it it just wasn't good enough. Hopefully this time around it'll be better (longer too)

Disclaimer; I own nothing JK owns it all

Out of the shadows

Chapter 1; The trial

The day of her trial had finally come. Amy had been held in Azkaban for the lead up to it along with all of the other suspects, much to the consternation of many, but Kingsley would not be moved even though he believed her innocent, it was the law. It seemed that guilty until proven innocent was the way to go after all that had happened and there was nothing to be done but wait.

Draco and his family were also being held there until their trials. She wished they would allow her to see him but that was impossible. As much as Kingsley spoke of all suspects being treated the same, she knew for a fact that her cell was an awful lot better than most. She had been allowed the home touches her visitors had brought for her, including the home made quilt and comfy pillows from Mrs Weasley and the changes of clothes and extra pyjama sets from Hermione (a lot more comfortable than her own clothes or her prison uniform) and she had her bracelet.

Not that they hadn't tried to take it from her. The guard who had also taken away her snake charm necklace and every other piece of jewellery she had on her as well as the contents of her pockets and of course her wand. Amy was the only person who could take the bracelet off and as she intended to never ever do so, it was staying put.

She had lots of visitors. Harry came almost every day and they made use of their time together talking. He had a lot of questions and she was finally free to answer them honestly. It felt good to have time alone with him even if it was just an hour or so a day.

Ron and Hermione came often also. Though stressed from researching ways to help Amy at her trial, Hermione was all loved up with Ron. The pair seemed genuinely happy together. Ron himself was a bit awkward around Amy at first and Hermione noticed. "Oh for Merlin's sake Ron just ask her." she said. Ron went bright red but soon the questions tumbled out. Poor Ron found it so hard to get the whole thing straight in his head. Between Hermione and herself they got it straight for him and from then on he was as easy going and friendly with her as he had been during their first year.

When she was alone after visiting hours, Amy took the time to mourn each of the people they had lost over the years. There were so many. Most of all she missed the father figures in her life that she had lost; Severus, Remus, Sirius and Dumbledore. She couldn't think of the last man without picturing his face as he promised to watch over her little Arianna. She took the time to be grateful that the Dementors had been run out of Azkaban or she would have lost her mind.

Once when Harry was with her he broached the subject of those they had lost. They put together everything they collectively knew about their parents and laughed and teared up as they told each other the different marauder stories they had heard from Remus and Sirius as well as those Amy had gleaned from memories.

Before he left Amy asked him to check on Draco for her. None of the guards would tell her anything. She knew that it wasn't really top of his priority list but he did it for her. He came back with a letter. "I thought we weren't allowed?" she said as she accepted it.

"Yeah I suppose not but it was checked" he responded before they hugged goodbye.

Amy opened the letter.

My love, my enigma, my always.

I'm writing this under strict instructions not to mention anything of importance to the great matter. As though I would waste time and ink on such a thing when all I want to do is tell you just how much I miss you.

Not seeing you is eating away at me. The one thing getting me through this whole mess is my feelings for you and knowing that you agreed to marry me. Whether or not that day comes for us I will always know that you said yes. You chose me and that makes me more fortunate than any wizard alive or dead.

No matter what always know that I love you and only you and will continue to be devoted to you until the end of this life and whatever comes afterward.

Please let me know that you are alright. I can't wait to hold you in my arms again.

All my heart and soul

You're Draco

Amy set about replying, but for a while the words wouldn't come as she was overwhelmed. She lay on her bed and cried. She had been trying to keep back the doubt that now ate away at her insides like a cancer. What if they didn't win this case? What if one of them got out but the other spent the rest of their lives locked up in this place? Of course she had thought about it but had always pushed those thoughts away, trying to stay positive. All her years at Hogwarts it had all been about Voldemort. Killing Voldemort, getting revenge on him. Saving everybody from him. Now he was gone. Harry was safe. The world was safe.

But what about her? What about Draco?

Eventually she calmed down. Whatever was going to happen, she would just have to deal with it. Amy was perfectly aware that life wasn't fair. All they could do was try. If that failed there were appeals. If that didn't work…

Amy got her parchment and quill and began to write.

Draco

He paced his tiny cell over and over. His mind was plagued with uncertainty. He didn't care what happened to him. They could lock him up forever and throw away the key as long as she was out and safe. After everything she had done, everything she had been through they locked her up in here? He was so worried for her. What if what if what if. Nobody would tell him anything no matter how he begged shouted or threatened.

Days went by and he paced. He lost track of how long he had been cooped up in there. If he could just see her. Sometimes he would lie on his uncomfortable bed with his eyes closed and just imagine her. Her eyes, the way her hair swept down her back, burning red against alabaster. The feel of her smooth skin, her warm laugh. How could he ever have believed she was anything but completely good?

He thought back over the years, how he had found her so puzzling. His enigma. Well the truth was out and his heart broke every time he thought about the situation she had been stuck in from the tender age of eleven. Imagining himself tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear he sat and put his head in his hands. That was how Harry found him. His first visitor.

"Malfoy?"

He lifted his eyes to see his old rival. Even now, though he knew the truth, he couldn't help the dislike he felt for him.

"Potter. What are you doing here?"

"Amy sent me to see if you're ok." The be-specled one replied. At the mention of her name all thoughts of who it was at his door left.

"How is she?" he stood. Facing Potter head on. A sense of urgency in his voice audible even to him.

"She's fine just worried about you. I can see that she may be right to be. The guards say you're not holding up too well. No offence mate, but it doesn't look good if you have tantrums every other day"

"That's because the fools won't tell me how she is. I can't take this potter. I have to see her."

"Relax she's fine. She'd probably be pissed if she heard you're making scenes when you should be on your best behaviour though. And you will see her soon enough. She'll be at your trial after she gets out wont she."

"She better be. You had better be doing everything you can for her. She did all of this for you. She took the dark mark for you for merlin's sake."

"Of course we are" harry replied indignantly. "And I know what she did. She showed me everything, remember? Don't go thinking you're the only one who cares about her Malfoy. She's my sister. Anyway I have an idea" he took some parchment and a quill out of a pocket in his robes "why don't you write to her?"

"Because they won't let me."

"Well I spoke to them and their willing to make an exception as long as you don't mention anything to do with the war or any of the players."

Draco scoffed. "Don't worry"

Harry left him to go talk to the guards while he poured his heart out through his quill. He had never written a letter like this. He had never truly shown his emotions to anyone apart from Amy and now he was sitting in his cell writing a love letter that would be perused by merlin knew who before it reached her.

The next day Harry came back to Draco's cell to find that he had been on his best behaviour since his previous visit.

Draco looked up eagerly as the other man entered. "Well, what did she say?" he asked as soon as Harry was in the door. He had hoped Potter might have returned the day before with news but had been disappointed. Harry handed him a letter. "How is she?"

"She's fine, a bit nervous about tomorrow."

Of course. How had he not realised that her trial was commencing the next day? He felt he owed it to her to at least try to get on a little better with her brother.

"Thank you." As small a step as it would seem, for the pair of them it was a big one and Harry knew it.

"Don't mention it. I'll see you at your trial. And don't worry. We're doing all we can. Once the facts are out there it'll all work out. With that he went.

Draco hungrily read the letter, almost ripping it in his attempt to feel connected to her in some small way.

My Draco

I fear that you are not being treated as well as I am here. I am as well as can be expected. My biggest complaint is that I miss you more than I can express in words. But I take comfort in the fact that I will see you soon, even under such conditions.

I'm happy to tell you that the guards were unable to remove my bracelet. It has not and never shall leave my wrist. It brings me comfort as it reminds me of you and our promise to each other.

I love you so much. When we get out of here, which we shall, I don't think I could ever bear to be apart for such a length of time again which is why I plan to marry you as soon as possible. That and thinking about the amazing moments we've shared together is keeping me going right now. We will dance under the willow tree at the manor again and soon.

I want you to have no doubt in your mind that these things will come to pass. I'm trying so hard to stay positive and I need you to do the same. I refuse to be parted from you ever again.

Know that no matter what, you are mine and I am yours. You have my heart and soul. I am equally as impatient to be in your arms.

Always yours

Amy