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Chapter 1 - Innocent

Draco Lucius Malfoy, 25, was pissed off. His mother, Narcissa Black Malfoy, had somehow convinced him to go visit his father in prison, his father whom he hadn't seen or spoken to for nine years. He was to convince Lucius to sign divorce papers so that his mother could marry Severus Snape, 45.

Lucius Malfoy had been in jail since June 1996 due to the Department of Mysteries Incident. He and a few other Death Eaters escaped in July with the assistance of some Death Eaters and dementors, who were loyal to Voldemort. Draco had become a Death Eater in the summer of 1996, but during the war he fought for the side of the light. After Harry had finally defeated Voldemort in 1998, all of the Death Eaters had been sent to Azkaban, with the exception of Snape and Draco, of course. Everyone was shocked when they found out that it had been Dumbledore's plan the whole time to die. It was even more shocking that Snape had managed to persuade Draco to switch sides. Draco hadn't seen his father in seven years and life had never been better.

Narcissa Black Malfoy had started seeing Snape secretly after Lucius had been sent to prison. They announced their relationship to the world after Lucius was sent back to jail in 1998 for good. It had never bothered them before that she was still married to Lucius and it had certainly never mattered when they were keeping Draco awake at all hours of the day when they had forgotten to do a simple silencing spell. No, it had never bothered them up until they had forgotten to use protection spells and gotten pregnant.

Narcissa and Snape were both 45 now, but it was pretty normal for witches and wizards to have children well into their sixties, possibly seventies. Draco was truly happy for his mother even though he never showed it. Snape had always wanted to marry Narcissa and do right by her and now that a baby was on the way he wouldn't let anyone stop him from getting what he wanted. He had even gone far enough to ask Draco for her hand in marriage, which, of course, Draco had said yes.

Draco was being led down the South Wing of Azkaban. Azkaban had really changed over the years. Aurors now guarded the prison, which was divided into four wings: the North Wing was reserved for incurably insane criminals; the East Wing was for young juveniles for petty theft or assault, the West Wing was for regular criminals (rapists, thieves, abusers); and the South Wing was for voluntary or involuntary murderers. Lucius was in the South Wing, along with the rest of the Death Eaters.

Draco held his head high and his back straight as he walked by cells containing people he had known all his life. He saw Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, who had both been Death Eaters, sharing a small cell, he heard Pansy Parkinson's sex screams, and he even smelled Millicent Bulstrode's stench. Honestly, was he the only Slytherin that hadn't gone to jail?

The jail cells were all eight feet by eight feet with one window, one foot by one foot with bars. Each cell contained a set of bunk beds; a shelf containing a chess set, a couple books, pictures, a roll of parchment, harmless quills, ink bottles, and other mementos; a toilet; a sink; and two cell mates (due to overcrowding in the South Wing).

When they came upon Lucius' cell the guard unlocked the door to allow Draco inside of it. He then re-locked the door and told Draco he had half an hour through the bars. Draco nodded as he analyzed the room and its convicts. Lucius was lying on the bottom bunk looking at Draco lazily. His cellmate was Rabastan Lestrange, brother of Rodolphus Lestrange who was married to his maternal Aunt Bellatrix Black Lestrange. Rabastan was sitting on the top bunk with his legs hanging out; he seemed to be writing a letter. Rabastan looked up for a moment to see what was going on and then returned to his letter.

Draco noticed Lucius' hair had gotten longer, he also looked to have lost some weight under the baggy clothes he wore. Lucius had more wrinkles, especially around the eyes, but that was acceptable since he was nearly 51. Lucius stood up to face his son and Draco noticed Lucius had shrunk two inches to a height of six feet two inches. Draco looked his father in the eyes and emotionless gray met emotionless gray. Draco hated that, he hated being like his father both physically and mentally, but at least he could admit it to himself.

"I knew I'd be seeing you soon, son," Lucius said indifferently.

"Still full of yourself, are you?" Draco questioned stoically, "Oh, and don't call me son, Lucius."

"Ashamed of me are you, you ingrate," Lucius replied not showing the anger behind his words, "After all I've given you: money, mansions, everything you could ever need."

"I would give it all up if it meant you weren't my father," Draco replied indifferently with a sardonic sneer, "Even a muggle would do."

"I heard your whore of a mother got knocked up," Lucius said with a smirk, ignoring Draco's last comment, "So Snape did have it in him."

"How did you find out?"

"Your mother still writes to her sister, your Aunt Bellatrix," Lucius nodded over to the cell across from them. Bellatrix and her husband, Rodolphus were currently watching them with identical sneers. Draco hated Bellatrix with a passion after what she did to his friend, Neville Longbottom. Neville and him had become friends shortly after Draco had started his business, Malfoy Wine Corporation; Neville was his vice president. Bellatrix used the Cruciatus Curse on Neville's parents, Frank and Alice Longbottom, in 1980, until they were driven mad. Alice and Frank currently reside at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

"I only have one aunt, and her name is Andromeda," Draco replied defiantly.

"Denial, is a weakness, boy. Have I taught you nothing?"

"Here," Draco said as he shoved parchment into his fathers tired hands, "Sign this."

"Divorce papers, why in Merlin's name would I ever sign these?" Lucius replied, letting out a few chortles of laughter. "What, Snape didn't have the balls to come face me and ask me to divorce Narcissa himself?"

"Oh, shut up, you're just pissed that he's free and your not."

"At least I'll die as a noble pureblood."

"Merlin, is that all you care about?"

"What else do I have to care about, a disappointing son? an unfaithful wife? a backstabbing best friend?"

"God, is that all you do, complain?" Draco said. Suddenly everything went dark.

When Draco came to, he was surrounded by aurors, lying on the filthy, cold, hard floor of Lucius' cell. The dizziness passed as the original twenty aurors turned out to be just five. Draco was confused as hell. Ronald Weasley, Anthony Goldstein, Susan Bones, Laura Madley, and Kenneth Towler were all surrounding him, giving him a variety of looks, ranging from lust to contempt. Draco stood, dusting his expensive, new, black robes and was led into the hall of the South Wing.

Ron Weasley and Draco had never gotten over their little feud back at Hogwarts. Draco hadn't seen Ron since graduation, but he had heard that Ron had married Hermione Granger and had a couple of kids. Ron had a look of longing hate, still.

Anthony Goldstein had been a prefect in his fifth year for Ravenclaw while Draco had been prefect for Slytherin. Susan Bones had been a Hufflepuff in his year. Ken Towler had been a few years ahead of him, a Gryffindor. Laura Madley had been a few years behind him, a Hufflepuff.

"You are accused of the attempted murder of Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, "A smiling Ron informed a confused Draco, "You will be given a chance to defend yourself tomorrow, November 2, 2005, at 11:30AM in Courtroom 10, Level Ten of the Ministry of Magic. If you are not there at the appropriate time, the Magical Law Enforcement Squad will take you into their custody and you will be sent to Azkaban without a trial. Good day."

The aurors left a confused Draco in the middle of the South Wing hallway. 'Attempted murder? What the hell is going on. I think I would remember something as memorable as trying to kill the bastard.' Draco's thoughts stopped when he noticed the large amounts of blood on the floor of his father's cell, which was empty. He then turned to his aunt and uncle in the cell across from his father's who were quietly laughing with one another.

"What the hell happened?" Draco asked, not hiding his anger.

"I have never been more proud to have you as a nephew. When I saw you bashing Lucius' head in, it really made my day, I especially liked it when you started choking him with the sheets. The look on his face was priceless. Too bad your stupid brother had to get in the way, Rodolphus. I really am tired of Lucius' complaining. It will be nice to have someone like you here with us, though Draco, "Bellatrix explained.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I am innocent. I didn't do anything, especially not attempting to try and kill Lucius. I blacked out when we were talking. Oh shit, I was possessed!"

"If you want it to sound like your innocent, you're really going to have to think of something a bit more realistic and believable, "Rodolphus informed Draco, "Trust me, I know."

"It's the truth, I am innocent."

"Merlin, that is such a cliché, "Bellatrix said.

Draco left quickly and when outside he was able to apparate home to Malfoy Mansion. He had no idea how he was going to be able to explain this to his mother. He found his mother and Snape waiting in the parlor, nervously.

"Well, how did it go?" his mother asked, standing with Snape, while Snape held her hand soothingly.

"Well the bad news is I did not get him to sign the papers. The good news is that he really did not exactly say no, as I attempted to murder him before he got the chance and I may possibly be going on a vacation with Bellatrix and Rodolphus."

"What! What in Merlin's name happened?"

"How could you fail to kill that bastard?"

Narcissa and Snape said at the same time.

"Well I don't really remember trying to kill him, I blacked out and when I came to, aurors were surrounding me and they told me when the court date was. After they left, I noticed the blood in Lucius' cell. Bellatrix told me that I bashed his head in and tried to choke him until his cellmate, Rabastan, stopped me. I think I was possessed, but I have no idea of anyone who would do something like that. You two were the only ones to know that I was visiting him."

"When is the court date?" Narcissa asked suddenly afraid.

"Tomorrow."

Narcissa then fell to her knees sobbing quietly. Snape pulled her up to him and hugged her in an attempt to comfort her. He carried her to their bedroom on the fourth floor, while Draco silently waited and pondered sitting on a French white couch. Snape came back after a few moments and sat down next to Draco. They both sat in silence until Snape spoke.

"You don't have a case, they have too many witnesses and nobody will believe you were possessed," Snape said softly.

"Do you believe me?"

"Yes."

"Then that's all that matters to me. How long do you think they will imprison me for?"

"Maybe two years, he is a convict."

"I think I should head to my room for my last night as a free man. Merlin. I never thought I would ever say that except for my wedding night."

"Goodnight," Snape nodded.

"Goodnight," Draco replied.

Draco walked up the main staircase to the third floor and entered the third door on the left. Draco entered his room slowly, trying to memorize every moment of his last night. The walls were a cream white and the floor was made of dark cherry wood. His cheery wood bed lay in the center, against the wall, adorned by green silk sheets embroidered in black in front of a large glass window. Their were three large window in his room, all adorned by long green curtains. There were two cherry wood stands matching the bed on either side each with a green lamp. His cherry wood dresser was on the left side of his bed containing shirts, pants and undergarments. On the right side of the bed were two doors, one leading to Draco's personal bathroom.

Draco made his way toward his bathroom. The bathroom tiles were black and white and the wall was white. The marble white bathtub was spotless. Atop the black marble sink was Draco's comb and gel. Draco grabbed his green toothbrush and brushed his teeth for at least five minutes before taking a piss in his clean marble white toilet. He then washed his hands and dried them.

He re-entered his room and opened the second door leading to his large closet. He took off his new robes and hung them up again along with his hundreds of other robes. The closet was charmed to clean his robes automatically. He then closed the closet door and undressed to his silky black boxers that contrasted dramatically against his extremely pale skin. He got under the silky sheets of his bed and rested his head against the silky black pillows. He was sleeping in an instant.

The next morning Draco was awoken at 8:30AM as usual. Draco got up slowly and made his way to the bathroom he removed his boxers and got into shower. At 8:45AM Draco got out and wrapped a soft black towel around his lower waist and moved to the sink where he combed and gelled his silky white-blond hair, he only used a little, nothing like his old hairstyle at Hogwarts. He then entered his room and pulled on some black dress pants over his green boxers and also put on a white dress shirt, leaving the top button unbuttoned. He then made his way to his closet and grabbed his best black robes.

At 9:00AM he took one last look at his bedroom and made his way downstairs to the smaller dining room and saw that Snape and Narcissa were already there. Narcissa looked just as she did everyday. Her blond hair was done up and she was wearing black robes but her eyes held a solemn blue sadness. Snape sat in his normal black robes. His black hair was no longer greasy, but as always, it brought out his black eyes. Breakfast was quiet, no one uttered any words and the only noise was chewing, sipping, and the occasional forks against plates.

The three then made their way to the parlor. The parlor had dark green walls and dark wood flooring. The couches were perpendicular to the fireplace, which was between them in the wall. Draco sat down on the same couch that he had sat on last night. Snape and Narcissa sat on an identical couch directly across from the couch Draco sat down on. glass coffee table was between the couch, there a glass figurine of a beautiful angel with curly hair and long wings. There were two large windows, each on either side of the fireplace adorned with solid white curtains. A crystal chandelier hung directly above the coffee table. A chess set on an oak wood table lay against the wall on the right side of the parlor between two oak wood chairs. On the left side of the room was an oak wood grandfather clock and an oak wood shelf that held many renowned books, the rest of the books were kept in the library, upstairs on the second floor. The two oak wood doors opened up directly in front of the fireplace, which was currently crackling with fire.

Narcissa broke the silence first, "I love you, Draco. You will always be my son, no matter what," she said while tears fell from her intense blue eyes down her flawlessly, pale cheeks.

Draco stood up walked around the coffee table and hugged her, whispering in her ear, "I love you, too." Snape also stood, watching mother and son. They all sat down after a few minutes on the same couch, with Draco in the center.

"Narcissa and I have agreed that I will be attending the trial alone, Narcissa shouldn't be so stressed. I will also make an effort to visit you every Saturday accompanied with a letter from your mother as to not lose contact."

"I am sorry, I want to come, but I don't think I can watch as they make you out to be some kind of criminal and take you away to that horrible place," Narcissa apologized.

"That's okay, I don't want you to be there to see me being degraded to a criminal."

"It's just not fair, there is just not enough time. I feel like this is somehow my fault for convincing you to go visit Lucius in the first place. I feel selfish," his mother confessed.

"Don't feel sorry for wanting to marry Snape. I promise when I get out, I will get Lucius to sign those papers and you will get married. Then all four of us will be happy together, me, you, Snape, and my baby brother or sister," Draco promised, "Don't be sad, I will see you again, even if I have to come in pieces."

The old oak grandfather clock that had been in the family for centuries announced that the time was 11:00AM.

The three stood up and said their good-byes while hugging. Draco and Snape then apparated to the Ministry of Magic Atrium on Level Eight. The Atrium was a large hall with fireplaces up and down both long walls, the fireplaces on the left were for arriving and the fireplaces on the right were for departing. The floor was a polished dark wood and the ceiling was peacock blue with golden symbols moving across it. The Fountain of Magical Brethren, a group of golden statues, containing a wizard, a witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf, that spout water into the surrounding pool of water, was found halfway down the Atrium. At the end of the Atrium was a set of golden gates, next to the security stand.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business?" Eric Munch, who had been working there for decades asked.

"This is Draco Malfoy who has been asked to attend a grievance hearing, I am Severus Snape, here to watch the hearing,"Snape said for them both.

"Please take these badges and attach them to the front of your robes," Eric said as he handed them two square silver badges, "I will need to register your wand, Mr. Malfoy."

After his wand had been checked, they were allowed past the golden gates and into a smaller hallway with eight lifts to each level of the Ministry of Magic, except the tenth. They took the lift to the ninth level, the Department of Mysteries. They walked up the stairs to the left of the lift entrance and came upon a hallway with one door. Draco and Snape made their way into through the door on the right, Courtroom 10. Draco was nervous as hell, but Snape looked cooler than a cucumber.

The courtroom was more like a dungeon with its dark stone walls lit dimly by torches. There was a chair in the center of the room, especially for Draco. Draco made his way toward the chair with chains on its arms, while Snape walked up the stairs on the side of the room and sat among the Wizengamot, who were all dressed in their usual attire, plum-colored robes with a silver 'W' on the left side. There were about fifty members of the Wizengamot, all sizing Malfoy up, trying to figure out if he was guilty, no doubt. They all sat on benches above overlooking the judge's box, the front bench. In the judge's box sat his interrogators: the Chief Warlock, head of the Wizengamot, Amelia Bones, who took over the status of Chief Warlock after Albus Dumbledore's death; to her right, Sybill Trelawney, the Minster of Magic; to her right, Percy Weasley, the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister; and to his right, Dennis Creevey as Court Scribe.

"Grievance Hearing of the second of November into offense committed under the Wizards and Witches Protection Act by Draco Lucius Malfoy, resident at Malfoy Manor, Salisbury, Wiltshire. Interrogators: Sybill Patricia Trelawney, Minister of Magic; Alastor Moody, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot; Percy Ignatius Weasley, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister; Court Scribe, Dennis Michael Creevey," Trelawney announced as Dennis recorded everything quickly.

"The charges against the accused are as follows, that he assaulted his father, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, current convict of Azkaban, attempting to kill him on November the second sixteen minutes past seven which constitutes an offense under the Wizards and Witches Protection Act," Trelawney stated. "We have testimony from Rabastan Maledictus Lestrange, Lucius' cellmate, who was a witness to the crime and testimony from Ronald Bilius Weasley, an auror who arrived at the scene. The accused may not defend themselves."

"I would like to plead guilty." Draco said, he knew he had no chance, no evidence against the accusations placed upon him. They had witnesses, he had a theory. His gray eyes were a stormy color almost black.

"Very well, you are sentenced to one year of Azkaban. Take him away."

Aurors, Anthony Goldstein and Susan Bones, put magical chains on his hands and feet. With one last look at Snape, Draco and the aurors all touched a bronze key that turned out to be a portkey to Azkaban. Draco was led down the South Wing and into a cell with a woman inside.

Draco eyed his new cellmate. The mystery woman was five feet and six inches tall, with long legs and an ample chest. Draco could tell that she had a slim figure underneath her gray prison robes. Her eyes were round and bright brown despite their weariness, they held so many emotions that it was hard for him to stop looking into their dark depths. What he most liked about her was her short, curly scarlet hair, her hair held a spectrum of red going from a golden color to a dark red color. What he noticed most about her were her freckles. Across her delicate face were light freckles splattered mostly on her nose, but a little sprayed on her cheeks, right below her eyes. 'Merlin, she is the most beautiful angel I have ever seen, I am saved. Wait! I've seen those freckles before.'

"Weasley!" Draco sputtered in disbelief.