Disclaimer: I do NOT own any characters in this book!

Pairings: HP/DM duh!

Note to readers: this is set from one of the books that I've read. I hope you all enjoy!


Time literally stops in the room. No one was talking. No one was moving…Merlin, they were all staring at me! Looking closer, I realize that one of the aurors is none other than John Dawlish. He and my dad were never on good terms. My dad complained about his lack of hygiene and dumpiness. I remember Dad scoffing about how he probably couldn't even reach the doorknob.

"Draco Malfoy, you say?" the only female inquires. Her hair changes from grass-green to a fiery red. "Blimey, you can't be…I haven't seen you since our last reunion nearly ten years ago!" What was she talking about? My family never had reunions…except for that one day I turned six years old. But that wasn't possible! The crazy-hair lady couldn't possibly be related to me…could she?

I look at her questionably.

"I'm Dora Tonks…or you might remember me as my birth name – Nymphadora?"

Oh my god. Is she really? I remember seeing her. She was the one who gave me my first balloon that evening! I didn't know that her hair could change colors.

The dark man clears his throat. "Sap time's over. Let's get down to business."

"Couldn't agree more," Moody mutters, walking over to the table and sitting down. He looks at me and jerks his head to the seat next to him.

I roll my eyes, letting him know that I couldn't care less about what he demands me to do, but I sit down anyway. There was silence after that. I fiddle with my fingers for a while, then peer at the walls. They were pasty white and looked like they could use some color. I tap my feet on the ground, making sure that once and a while I'd "accidentally on purpose" jab Moody on the toes (the big toe was aimed). I look at the mahogany table. "Was this always mahogany?"

"For Merlin's sake, of course this table was always mahogany!" Moody explodes. "What, you think that the table felt bored of its compositions and decided to change its wood into cedar because its redder or because it 'feltlikeit'?"

"Calm down, Alastor," the dark man says with a twinkle in his eyes. "We haven't even begun yet.

"Agreed," I say.

The dark man turns toward me with a serious expression on his face. If I weren't a Malfoy, I'd want shrink right away. "My name is Kingsley Shacklebolt. I'm a senior auror, and I've worked here for quite plainly years. Malfoy, you do realize that we've spent the forty-eight months looking for you, right?"

I nod.

"Will you tell us about what happened?"

I frown and squirm in my seat.

He nods perceptively. "Alright. I'll tell you about what happened on our side of view. Accio," he whispers, gripping his slightly crooked wand in his hand. Studying it further, I apprehend that sculpted on the side was the hair of dragon heartstring. I nod my head in approval, admiring his good taste. A document flies into Shacklebolt's hands and he opens it up, reading over the notes. "On the 8th of June, you disappeared while at an outing with your fellow Slytherin students, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. Supposedly, you went to go get ice cream for the three of you, but never returned." He looks up, gazing at me deeply, searching for remembrance in my face.

"What do you want me to say?" I ask hotly. "It's all true, if that's what you're asking."

Tonks butts in. "We want you to tell us what happened afterwards…why you went missing for so long."

Shacklebolt nods. "Don't expect to just come back into this world without an answer to everything."

I close my eyes, trying not to remember that day. "Why didn't you find me?" I ask, my voice barely over a whisper. I'm shocked to find my voice quivering. "Why did it take all of you two years to find just one person?"

Dawlish blinks at me sympathetically. "We didn't have enough evidence to find you. If we could, you wouldn't have had to wait so long." He shook his head. "The thing is, Malfoy, you just disappeared! You can't really get much from such little, or no, substantiation about where you are."

Tonks leans over the table and adds, "We figured the only way for a person to vanish so quickly with no one seeing was apparration."

My head snaps up. My reaction must've been a good sign for them, letting them know that their assumption was correct.

"The thing is," Moody says, "you were only thirteen, almost fourteen. Someone over the age of sixteen must've taken you."

My mouth drops and suddenly, my tongue starts to feel dry. I gulp again. "I'm not telling you anything. I'm not some puppet you can get information out of."

Moody slams his fist on the table. "What's going to happen to you if you do tell? What's keeping you so confidential that you can't even talk about who kidnapped you!"

I close my eyes again, trying to block their words out.

Suddenly, Tonk's voice breaks through. "Enough, Alastor. He's only sixteen years old. You can't expect him to open up after all he's been through." She bends forward. "The last thing he wants to go through is questioning about his captor. He probably misses his family. We should send him back home…back to his real life." She pauses. "Back to Hogwarts."

Moody finally nods. "Hogwarts will do him some good. It always does, to a person."

Dawlish stands up and pats me on the back. "I hope you enjoy Hogwarts this year. A time to reconnect with your fellow students. Maybe you should start new goals this year. How about getting a girlfriend? 'Wouldn't be hard, considering you turned out okay." He winks at me.

I roll my eyes. I don't need an auror who thinks he's a genius counselor to set up my goals for me. And I already know that I'm good-looking! Heck, I'm gorgeous! I stand up as well and head out the door.

"Who's going to take him home?" I overhear Moody asking.

"Not me," Tonk chirps. "I don't mix in too well with the Malfoy family, let alone his father. My reputation as the first and only person in the family to be a Hufflepuff doesn't stand too strongly."

I smirk when I hear Shacklebolt ordering Moody to take me home. Payback's a bitch, after all.


Hi everyone! Once again, I'm only asking for reviews! I feel pretty odd right now. I'd just gotten home from grocery shopping at Market Baskets and guess what? They were giving out FREE cookies and cupcakes! I was like, "Wohoo!" Anyhow, my twin sister was being annoying for wanting to be a pack of Oreo's at Walmart instead of Market Baskets. I don't know about you, but the taste of Oreo's is the same to me regardless of what brand/store.

I just finishsed eating spaghetti that I helped my Mum make. Not my favourite, but it's still a geniune classic. :)

Dang it! I need to type up a paper to study for the stupid Science test I have on Tuesday...I regret the day I signed up for Honors Science. Trust me guys - if you ever have a chance, good for you, but for those of you who aren't in Honors Science, I envy you! My cousin is in regular Science with the same exact teacher that I have and she has an A+ while I have a B! Like, seriously?