Chapter one

The room was dark and hot, much to warm for a bedroom. And that's why the person in the bed woke up in the first place. The young woman moved and reached out a arm, in search for her partner, but found nothing and a head with jet black hair raised from the pillow. The woman discovered that the bed was empty beside her. She groaned and threw the blanket of, jumped out of bed and threw a bathrobe over her night clothes.

She sighed. Her husband was out of bed, again. She walked into the kitchen to find it empty, and that surprised her. She frowned. He used to sit in the kitchen with a cup of warm milk and gaze out through the window. He had had trouble sleeping since the war ended, and she couldn't blame him. She had nightmares herself, but not as much as her husband. He could wake up in the middle of the night and scream. She did everything she could for him, bur nothing seemed to work.

She loved him. Oh god she loved the man. He was gentle, loving and she felt safe in his arms. During the war, they had fought together to many peoples surprise. She was the one who had turned him from the dark side, and saved him from a life in slavery and pain. He had been grateful.

She searched the house, but could not find him. Sure, sometimes he could go out for a walk but she started to get worried anyway. She knew there was many of the dark lords former death eaters who still were on the loose, and that it wasn't such a great idea to just walk around early in the morning without anyone knowing were you had gone of too. Besides, he was smarter than that, she hoped. They had set a high prize on herself and her mate's heads, that didn't make things any better. They had already killed four people that were on the side of light, and many of her friends were in constant danger.

She went into the bedroom and got dressed in a pair of faded black jeans and a white shirt. She combed her hair and gathered it in a bun. After that, she made it to the kitchen and started to make a cup of coffee, hoping that her partner would see fit to come back soon. The clock on the wall shoved 06.03 in the morning. She took the coffee and sat down at the table, and stared into the wall.

It was quite interesting. The wall paper was new, only two months old, and she remembered the fight they had had over the colour. Her husband wanted it to be green, but she had voted for white. He was a Slytherin to the core, but she wanted the house to be somewhat neutral. She was a Gryffindor, but that did not mean that she wanted everything to go in gold and red. So the kitchens walls were white. The rest of the kitchen was modern. It had all the muggle stuff, such as microwave oven, mixer, electric oven and so on. Her husband had been horrified when she told him that she would have electricity in their house. He had ranted about that it was completely against the wizarding standard, but she had just smiled and shut him up with a kiss.

She woke up from her memories when her owl, Piña, landed outside and looked impatient. She opened the window and the gold brown owl landed on the table and started to eat of the bread that was on the table. She stroke the owls beautiful feathers and the animal hooted softly and gave her a loving nip.

She took the paper that were tied to the owls leg and looked at the front page. Nothing new. The minister continued to reassure the people that the remaining death eaters would be caught any day now. No one believed him. Everyone in the wizard community was looking forward to the election in October. They were death tired of the false, ignorant, arrogant minister of magic. The only reason that Fudge still was in power was that under the war, no one wanted to use the time to elect a new one. The candidates would be presented in a month from now, in July.

She jumped up when she heard a sound coming from the living room.

"Diana, it's just me!" When she came in to the living room, her eyes met with brown ones.

"Remus! you scared me." She stepped forward and hugged the man she thought of as a father. After Sirius death, he had been a constant presence in her life, always there for support and ready to listen to her problems. They practically met every day, and at the beginning of her and Draco's relationship, Draco had questioned her about that, but soon he saw that this was something she needed. The lack of parents as a child had done that too her.

"Sorry, but I wanted to surprise you."

Diana sat down on the couch and crossed her right leg over the left. "So, how´s things with you Moony?" The man sat down in an armchair.

"I'm fine. Tired, but fine." Diana nodded. The full moon had been just a few days ago, and she understood him. It was draining to change into a werewolf every month. The wolf bane potion helped somewhat but didn't take the pain away completely.

"How are you and Draco doing?" Diana smiled.

"We're fine, but at the moment I don't know were he is." Her smile faded. "I'm worried constantly. I don't know if I can continue living if something would happen to him." She sighed and hid her face in her hands. She felt Remus hand resting on top of her shoulder, and was glad that the other was there for her.

When Draco wasn't back in the afternoon, Diana was frantic. Remus tried to reassure her that he probably was safe, maybe he was with the headmaster or visiting some friends. She doubted it however. He would have left her a note or something if that was the case.

"I'm sure he is be fine." Remus gave her a hug. "How are your new book going?" he added in a attempt to change the topic.

"I'm almost finished, I just have to add some minor things."

Diana was a writer. She had written two defence books for school children., and some more advanced ones for the more powerful wizards and witches. Now, she was working on another school book, "Constant vigilance" She had worked on it for six months and now it was nearly done. She had had a hard time to write it so a thirteen year old would understand it, but she thought that she had made it somewhat easy to understand.

"Mrs Malfoy!"

Diana turned around and stared into the fire, where her old headmaster stared at her with a not so happy expression.

"What is it Albus?" She dreaded the answer. She was sure that something had happened to Draco, she just knew it.

"I'm afraid that I have some grave news." He stopped and Diana went pale.

"What?"

"I'm afraid that your husband has been found outside the gates of Hogwarts, dead."

Diana sank to her knees and cried. Her love was one, and her life was over. She would never survive this.

Well, now I am starting with the re-post of this story. I hope this version will contain less spelling mistakes...the last one was...dreadful! Review and tell me what you think.