Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter and I never will. Hope you all enjoy this new chapter even if you didn't bother to review last time (to which I was offended but have managed to get over).

Value of silver falls and rises,
Dismantles deeds of dishonours past.
Vindication knows no bounds,
Yet solace is seek-able in one.
Leap of faith needs to be taken,
Else stars hide their shine and Dragons scales splinter.

"Damn you father," whispered Draco softly, "if it takes me till the end of my days I will see you rot in Hell where you belong." The hazy wind carried the hushed oath across the grounds.

The hidden Death Eater stiffened when he heard the words and whipped out his wand from where it was concealed within a snake tipped cane.

Crouching beneath his father's invisibility cloak, Harry tensed and was about to reveal his presence when he caught himself in surprise. The Death Eater suddenly halted his movements and replaced his wand before swiping the ebony mask from his face.

The predicted features of Lucius Malfoy came into view now set into a livid frown. The cold grey eyes narrowed in distaste as he withdrew from his cloak a silver dagger with a jewel encrusted pommel. Staring hungrily at his son's unprotected back, he advanced swiftly.

Before Harry had time to react, Lucius was upon Draco, dragging him up with infuriated movements. Harry stood in shock as Draco struggled vainly in his Father's vice-like grip. The two fought precariously on the edge of the overhanging rock above the lapping water below.

"So boy," Lucius snarled viciously, "you love Muggles so much now? Let's see how you enjoy dieing like one! Say 'good riddance' to your pathetic whore of a Mother for me won't you?"

The knife's blade vanished as it was buried up to the hilt in the gap between Draco's shoulder blades. The boy issued a sharp gasp of pain and shock that echoed in the night air. His eyes flew wide and his body stiffened, his hands automatically grabbing for the wound he couldn't reach.

"If you don't mind, I'll be having my dagger back, it's worth more to me than your miserable life anyway," Lucius sneered mercilessly. He then placed one hand flat on his son's back and grasped the protruding handle firmly and brutally yanked the blade free, twisting it as he did so.

Draco didn't make a sound as his now limp and lifeless body folded in on itself and crumpled forwards into the waiting water with a splash.

Glancing briefly at the murky depths of the lake with satisfaction, Lucius smirked evilly to himself. Turning in a swirl of expensive looking black velvet, Voldemort's right-hand man made his way briskly to the gates to apparate without looking back.

The invisibility cloak fell to the ground with a flump as Harry overcame his shock and raced over to the rock to peer down apprehensively at the water. The liquid swirled ominously, its surface appearing almost opaque in the feeble light of the moon.

Could it be that Draco was actually dead? Harry felt numb at the thought. What on Earth could have brought a Father to murder his own son? One that, up until now, had appeared perfect from the mould. How was he to explain all this to Dumbledore? That yet another life had slipped away before him while he couldn't or rather did nothing?

A lone bubble slipped along it's way to burst forlornly on the surface of the lake.

AN - Well I hope more of you decide to review this time - it would mean a lot to me if you did. I hope you liked this latest installment anyway.