Hogwarts was old. Sounds of Charms and hexes to curses and physical fights were heard in those very walls even if the people were, say, two hundred years old. The depressed teen and the age old snoggers in the broom closet were images that appeared by accident. I was fascinated by them as a child and even now I liked to walk the halls and climb the stairs to the astronomy tower just to run my fingers along the stone masonry.

That night; the night that two of the youngest people in history joined a war too big and too important to care about causalities and etiquette that they teach you at school. It was the night that Dumbledore was looked down on and the night I stood on the highest tower looking down on the only thing could call home, which would become a battleground in less that four years.

It was also the night that the pieces started fitting into the chessboard, gathering up people for the prophecy. Someone opened the door and closed it again cautiously and sighed.

"What do you want Lestrange?" he said and I smiled. It was Draco Malfoy.

"Do be nicer to your cousin dear Draco. From what's happening in the war we might be the only family left," I smirked and he laughed sarcastically.

"Watch yourself Lestrange or should I call you sister; we might have adopted you."

He had hit a nerve and I tensed. A blonde head came into view and he smirked just like I had. But it faltered at the sight of my white pale skin and red eyes.

"Damn it Simone! The Dark Arts? Do you know what it does to your soul? Holy Shit," he turned towards the grounds shaking his head.

"I don't need your pity, or your schemes. Have you forgotten the first time I had seen you?"

"I was acting you idiot. Snape knew it too. I can't be friendly with you while all the other Slytherins are listening. They would think I was on the Light side…"

"I don't need a lecture Malfoy…"

"Well you're not going to get one," he turned around and shot a bolt at the door and sighed. "Who put the silencing charm on the door?"

"Me."

"I want to tell you something and it's really important."

"And you're waiting for then?"

"I assumed that you are part of the light but I can't be sure. I…I haven't told anyone yet I feel like I need to speak to you."

"I swear," I said breathing deeply. "I swear I will not intentionally tell anyone who will cause you harm with the information, what ever you tell me. As long as you tell no one about my- addiction- I swear on a Witches oath."

"Alright, I swear I will tell no one about your dark arts obsession except Snape."

"Hey!"

"My dad wants me to be a death eater," he said bursting from the arrogance shell. "He set me up next to the Dark Lord and said he was proud of me. I stood there and looked into the dark lord's eyes. He said I was to young and I haven't felt happier. But when Father and I got home I was hit by the Cruciatus Curse and sent to bed. He said he was going to teach me the dark Arts. Then he took of his contacts and they were red, dark red."

We were both silent for an agonizing five minutes and then I spoke. "I am doing the Dark Arts and you; you could tell your father that I'm teaching you. I could tell you some of t history and if he asks you can tell him what you've 'learned.' He could invite me to Christmas feast and I could show him some of the things that I have taught myself."

"That could work. Do you have thee velvet gloves?"

I smiled and then grinned. "I can't tell you everything when we just practically met about minutes ago."

He struggled with something and I noticed that his hair was messed up and un-slicked. His robes were greying and he looked world weary. Almost like Lupin. But what surprised me the most was that he revealed a hand and looked me in the eye.

"I'm Draco Lucius Malfoy; light member and practically homeless. I'm failing Transfiguration and history of Magic and the only reason I'm not failing potions is because Snape is my godfather and he is friends with my father."

I shook it and opened my mouth scared to speak. Memories were not my favourite aspect of my life and he smiled.

"It's okay. I'll wait child of the afraid,' he said and I was surprised even as he walked out of the tower and away from me. He was right though. I was the child of the frightened. My life was always survival not happiness and I had been born in Azkaban and around dementors. My mother Bellatrix had been in agony and reliving her worst memories of Hogwarts and of be rejected by both Voldemort and Andromeda.

I then saw a fleeting image of a white knight from a wizard chess board magnificently pure but broken.

On November 26 I took extra care on what I was going to wear. From experience when I had seen Lupin when I was only twelve, I knew that I didn't have to wear my dress robes but I wanted to look presentable. My black hair, I was unable to do anything about. It hung against my head loosely and my eyes were as tired as ever.

My robe was black, as usual, with a dragon on the back and red lace on the sleeves produced a high collar. My lips were enhanced with red lipstick and my eyes; eye liner. My gloves are tucked away in my inside pocket next to my wand. Snape merely looked at my robes and sneered.

The order members from Hogwarts meet in the Office of Dumbledore to conceal their activities from Umbridge. It was cold and damp outside and I was more than glad that we were using an unauthorized portkey instead of apparating hundreds of miles.

It had been a Muggle keyboard. Both Potter and I nearly laughed out loud when Professor McGonagall kept eyeing it was caution. Snape rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Unless the meeting that we absolutely must go to is about examining Muggle contraptions, then I believe we should be getting to the inane meeting they came here for," Snapped Snape and Dumbledore merely smiled at him.

"Alright then Severus, why don't you do the honours!" he said cheerfully and invited us all to hold a part of the keyboard. We were sucked into the space travel experience that I hated and out the other end. I had been worried that I would be slammed into a brick wall because of the Fidelius Charm but it seems that if the Secret Keeper brought the person their on purpose than it didn't matter. I sighed as we landed and looked sharply to the right.

"Constant Vigilance!" I heard a shout and a red light headed straight for me.