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Draco could tell he had Tammy hanging on his every word. Her small questions interrupted the retelling, like to ask why he never told Harry about his feelings. "Well, he wouldn't feel the same, that much is obvious" Draco said with slight irritation.

"Oh" Tammy said taking a small sip of her drink the stewards had brought around. "Well continue what happened next?"

"Well, after my father found my journal, I kept it at school. In fact it is still there under one of the chairs in the school library" Draco mused. "Well anyway after he found the journal he knew I loved Harry. So once he revealed his plans to kill him if His Dark Lord didn't succeed. I knew I had to stop him. First I went to the Headmaster who told me to stay out of it, because they were dealing with it. I knew they couldn't, so I took matters in to my own hands." Draco sighed. "I went home for Easter and was locked in my room so I couldn't interfere. I managed to -um- escape using an illegal maneuver" Draco said vaguely. He had altered his story so it didn't include any magic.

"What illegal maneuver?" Tammy asked eagerly. Her eyes sparkled with the intensity of events like he was reading from a book.

Draco couldn't explain that he had apparated without his license. "I can't tell you" he said secretively. "But when I escaped I found Harry. I told him to leave, but he wouldn't listen. He just kept wanting to know why I was there. I don't blame him, we were enemies, I probably wouldn't have listened to him in a reverse situation."

"So your father came and you killed him?" Tammy asked excitedly. "But then wouldn't Harry know you were still alive?"

"No," Draco shook his head. "I played dead. I knew I had to, Harry just assumed I had died with my father" Draco finished and looked at the girl. The pity she now held for him brimmed in her hazel eyes. Then something else flickered across them. A revelation of sorts.

"This is the truth isn't it?" she said in disbelief. Draco smiled ironically.

"Unfortunately. It is all sickening I know. Sickening, but true" Draco nodded. He didn't speak a word for the rest of the flight.

As the plane landed Draco made sure he had his envelope and his carry on bag. He turned and looked briefly at Tammy who was still gathering her things.

"Artemis take care" she said seriously she reached her hand out and touched his. Draco looked up with mild surprise. He wasn't used to people reaching out to him in any way.

"Thanks" he said, not quite sure how to answer any other way. Tammy bowed her head in understanding and turned and walked down the narrow isle towards the exit. For a second Draco just watched her go. She hadn't been so bad, For a muggle he corrected himself. She hadn't been so bad for a muggle.

Draco walked in the direction she had gone. A smiling British Stewardess told him to fly again with them, and Draco just nodded unknowingly walking away from the last person he would hear speak in his native accent for a while.

He followed the crowd of passengers into the chaotic airport and found himself lost. The people dispersed and more walked past him. All speaking loudly or just rushing by. It was overwhelming.

"Artemis Craven?" a voice called behind him. It took Draco a minute to remember that was supposed to be him. He whirled around a glare already guarding his face.

"Yes" he said. Two people stepped away from the hoards. A tall man and woman dresses very similar. They reminded Draco of MIB. (Magic Investigation Bureau).

"Artemis, come with us" the woman said placing a firm hand on his shoulder. Draco just nodded dumbly at the two supposed agents, not brave enough to object or even flinch away. They led him through the busy airport and into a small room marked 'Magic Travel.'

Draco was surprised that it didn't arise muggle suspicion, but then realized that only wizards must be able to see it. Inside the room was only a large black fireplace. Flickering orange flames rose from the hearth inviting him warmly.

"I assume you know that you are attending Fenwick Academy for Fine Witches and Wizards?" the man said adjusting his sunglasses.

Draco nodded again. He wasn't about to ask any questions. What was there to know. The woman handed him a handful of the familiar powder.

For a second Draco wasn't sure if he could remember what to do, then as one of them coughed accordingly it all came back. Regaining his smirking manner Draco threw the powder into the flickering flames and hoped in after them. "Fenwick Academy" he said dully.

The rush of lights and colors flushed past him, a familiar and almost sickening experience that he had never enjoyed. He soon found himself on the other end of the fireplace. He was in a large room, a polished desk told him that he was in Principal Rein's office.

A petit woman sat behind the desk, a pair of large glasses sliding off her nose. "Artemis Craven I presume?" she asked in a soft drawl.

Draco nodded, he wasn't sure if she knew about his past. "Yes,"

"I am Principal Rein. Welcome to Fenwick Academy for Fine Witches and Wizards" she smiled broadly. Draco didn't return the smile. He dusted his robes slightly but said nothing. Principal Rein's smile faltered slightly but she still managed to recover from the little enthusiasm. "Maria" she called.

A tall blond girl entered the office. She wore pale yellow robes with a breast pocket that had a crest reading 'Fenwick Academy Prefect'. "Yes Principal Rein?" she asked sweetly. Her eyes darted to Draco curiously but quickly returned to the principal.

"Maria could you please escort Artemis Craven to the Seventh Year dorms and get him settled?" she directed.

Maria nodded. "Yes, come on Artemis" she flashed him a dazzling smile. Draco chose to stay stony faced. He felt an immediate dislike for this place. He followed her out of the door into a hall. Draco was surprised to see this place was nothing like a castle. It looked more like a muggle High school.

Classroom's lined the halls, the floors were smooth and a faint green color. Some students were talking in the hall, they all wore the same yellow robes and their chatter was light.

"So I heard you are from England" Maria said cheerfully as she turned the corner.

"Yes, I am" Draco nodded. He cringed. England? It was obvious he was a long way from home. Only foreigners ever called Britain England.

She led him up a long staircase. On one of the landings was a large stone door with the words. SEVENTH YEARS on it. "In here" Maria informed him before pushing the door open.

Inside the room was what looked like a common room, except it was much bigger than the Slytherin one he had at Hogwarts. Students who all looked about the same year were shuffling around chatting and writing eagerly. Furniture was here and there, quite mismatched.

"Do you not have houses?" Draco asked in minor disbelief. It occurred to him that he most likely wasn't going to be sorted.

"Houses?" Maria asked in confusion. She quickly brushed it off. "Come meet some Seventh Years" she said snatching his hand suddenly. Draco attempted to pulled away his hand, but found her grip quite tight. Before he could object she pulled him over to a group of people.

"Hey Maria" a dark haired girl said. She eyed Draco with curiousity. Others in the group seemed to do the same.

"I would like to introduce Artemis Craven. He is a transfer from England" she said excitedly. There was a small murmur of whispers around him and Draco felt uneasy.

"Did you go to Hogwarts?" the dark-haired girl asked shoving over so Maria and him could sit down on the plushy couch.

Draco's stomach did flip-flops, he didn't know if he should say that he did. "No" he lied. "I went to ..er… Haven School" he named a low class, public Wizard school in London.

"Oh" she said with disappointment. Draco knew why too. It really didn't seem to matter where you were now, no one ever stopped talking about what happened at Hogwarts last June.

"Let me introduce you to my friends" Maria said with an irritable glance to the dark-haired girl. "This is Megan, Diane and Hilary" she said naming off the group of people. Hilary the Dark-haired girl smiled coyly.

"I am glad we have another English exchange student. I really hate that English girl Virginia" Diane, a bleached blond girl spoke up with grateful glances to Draco.

"I know she-" Maria began a tirade.

"There is another exchange student?" Draco interrupted, he must have sounded really interested because they all looked at him in surprise.

"Yes" Megan nodded eager to talk. "She is horrid. She went to Hogwarts you know. Came last year and got skipped up a grade. Didn't even know Harry Potter but acts all high and mighty."

Draco's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Harry. "How do you know she doesn't know Harry Potter?" he asked trying to seem as the though the name was just someone famous.

"She said so last year." Maria informed Draco. "But don't worry Artemis we will make sure you don't have to hang out with her. She is an idiot."

"Okay" Draco said tentatively. His mind wormed with curiousity to talk to the girl. If she had gone to Hogwarts there was no way in hell that she hadn't seen or spoken to Harry, everyone had at least once. The conversation moved away from the other exchange student and quickly to the subject of Harry Potter.

"Did you see him on the cover of Wizards Weekly" Hilary squeaked pulling a magazine from her bag. "He is so cute."

Draco forced himself to look at the cover. It was a picture of Harry last June. He was walking across the school's grounds towards Hagrid's hut in deep conversation with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. It was obvious the picture was taken without their knowledge because Ron suddenly looked up and pointed where the camera would be. A look of anger crossed Harry's face.

"I agree, he is such a hottie. Is that girl his girlfriend?" Maria asked pointing to the bushy head of Hermione Granger.

"No" Draco said automatically without stopping himself. Once again all heads turned to him and he flushed.

He was spared having to answer since another voice broke into the conversation. "Maria, still ogling over your girly magazines" a male voice teased.

Draco followed the sound. Behind them was a tall dark-skinned boy. Two girls stood on either side of him trying to pull him away from the confrontation. Maria stood to face him.

"Gee Brice, I am sorry I didn't return the magazine sooner. I know how in love with Harry Potter you are" she sneered.

Brice flushed for a second. But someone else took over. "Oh sod off Maria, your argument is old" one of the girls at his side countered. Draco felt his mouth drop open. The girl who spoke had fiery red hair, and her familiar accent confirmed his thoughts.

Unknowing as to what he was doing Draco stood. The girl ripped her eyes off of Maria and set them on Draco. Her mouth dropped open. "M- Malfoy?" she asked in disbelief. Her skin paled as though she had seen a ghost.

"I thought that was you Weasley"

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Harry sat idly tapping his fork to his plate. He wasn't paying attention to the sorting that was happening at the head table. Hermione and Ron had both tried to engage him in conversation, but found that Harry was unreachable.

As soon as the last student was sorted Dumbledore stood. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts" he said graciously. A round of applause went out through the hall but then they fell silent again as Dumbledore raised his glass. "I would like to propose a toast followed by a moment of silence for a student that we lost last June"

Harry felt his stomach drop. It iced over as he heard the gentle murmur of "Draco Malfoy" all over the great hall as people raised their glasses. Harry looked over to the Slytherin table, he was missing from the table, the surly blond glared no more instead the Slytherin's all were wearing black arm bands in his memory.

"Harry are you okay?" the faint voice of Hermione broke his thoughts. He looked up and saw her face look quite shocked. "Harry your crying" she said in disbelief.

Harry hadn't noticed the gathering of rebel tears. "I am fine" Harry said not wishing to share his thoughts about Draco er… Malfoy with them. "I just have something in my eye" he added unconvincingly. With that he pushed himself up out of his seat.

The upset he sounded when doing this drew all eyes to him. Everyone knew that Draco had gone down on account of what had happened last year. A round of whispers broke out from the table. Rapid speculation.

Harry suddenly found himself panting outside the Great Hall. He had bolted from the hall before he even had a chance to think out his actions. The tears trickled down his cheek. A silent reminder of his hidden and confused thoughts. "Why is this happening" he moaned quietly to himself. Shouldn't he had been happy. Why couldn't he just be happy now?

"Ickle Potter crying ickle tears for his lost enemy?" a chiding voice mocked from behind. Harry spun to see a brightly colored Peeves. He was floating in the air infront of him. "Famous Ickle Potter only takes notice of him now. Tut-tut" Peeves clucked his tongue in disapproval.

"Peeves go away" Harry sighed. He wasn't in the mood to solve his mind games.

Harry walked past him heading towards his dormitory. "Ickle Malfoy writing his sob thoughts for Potter in the library. Ickle thoughts that Harry will never read". Harry paused and turned back to Peeves with a trace of a frown.

"What?" he asked. Peeves merely smiled before disappearing through a wall. Harry was about to continue to walk back to the Gryffindor tower. But curiousity took the best of him. In nothing short of a run Harry skidded down to the library.

"No running!" Madam Pince hissed as Harry entered. She had her nose buried in what looked like a Harlequin Romance. Harry stopped running and changed to a brisk walk.

What was he looking for? Harry wasn't sure. He weaved his ways through the shelves hoping that maybe dear intuition would kick in. Sadly it did not. After searching everywhere but the Restricted Section he gave up.

Trudging over to a large plush red chair he fell into it. The tears had long since dried on his cheeks. The spots were the only sign to tell he had once shed tears at all. He shifted in his seat. For such a comfortable and soft looking chair, it was quite hard. Harry shifted again. The cushion felt like someone had jammed a board underneath it. Frowning he stood up and pulled the cushion off the chair. The culprit was a large black book. Harry lifted it from beneath the chair and replaced the cushion. He looked at the cover and smiled. In silver script engraved on the front it read………..



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