It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, I'm back, bitches! And on that note, I got two of my very first reviews. I'm glad I was able to get them in the first place and they were both positive! So, the long awaited update is here. Now, my fan fiction lovers, this is where the plot thickens. Enjoy!

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CHAPTER 4: FOREBODING MESSAGE.

Harry made Éclair take a seat in the room's only dining table. He currently occupied a sofa that was the closest to the little Veela.

Éclair's chest was partially laid bare to the wizard. She fiddled nervously with her fingers but was reassured, in mind, that no harm would come to her. She took a moment to look around her. This was the last place she had expected her hero to live in. It seemed very primitive and mundane. Everything around was very dull and lifeless. She guessed she really should have expected nothing less in hindsight.

Draco occupied a wall that would allow her ample vision of her newly adopted daughter. She was very surprised that Harry hadn't pried on to the reason she even took someone as her charge. Hell, for goodness sake, she was shocked herself!

She would have never given any other victim this kind of attention. Honestly, she wouldn't have batted an eye if it was anyone else. But when she saw how bleak the Veela's life would become, she acted more impulsively than rationally. Maybe it was her obsession to have children that impaired her judgment. She felt like Éclair was backed so far into a corner and there was no way out for her.

Whether she liked it or not, the Veela was special. Among magical beings, Veelas were significantly rare in crime. No Veela had ever been recorded to be involved in such matters. Éclair was the first Veela they'd ever treated for slavery and the Ministry was at a loss of what to do for her afterwards.

Not only were Veelas scarce in crime, they were rare period. The only well-known Veelas were the Delacour family. Even if they were others, they never made themselves significantly visible to the Wizarding World.

'I'm straying off,' Draco mentally chided, focusing once again on her daughter. She saw Éclair fidget and couldn't help but worry.

"Are you okay, Éclair? Are the clothes I bought you uncomfortable?" Draco blurted out. She silently cursed when both heads turned to her.

Éclair smiled and said, "No, Mama, the clothes are fine. Uhm… I'm a bit nervous, I will admit."

Draco nodded in understand, and then glared at the flabbergasted Potter. "What are you looking at?"

Harry would have loved to snidely answer her, but he didn't know himself. Mama Draco was a complete one-eighty from Bitch Draco. It completely threw him off how she acted towards the child.

Although it was none of his business what Draco did with herself, seeing her care for someone else was a different story. There was no telling what she and Éclair's relationship could develop into. Harry didn't feel that Malfoy was even prepared for parenthood.

It would be wrong in assuming that Draco wasn't made for motherhood, but he was basing his assumption from the years of aggravating torment he had no choice but to experience because of the Slytherin. Sure, Draco might give her all to raising Éclair in the beginning, but if Harry was correct then Draco would soon get bored of Éclair, and her "caring" attitude would certainly fly out the window.

"We need to talk," He said, surprising the blonde woman.

Draco was caught off guard for a moment but quickly regained her bearings. "What?"

Harry stood from the little Veela, absentmindedly noting how quickly Éclair covered her skin, seemingly embarrassed with the exposure. He directed his gaze on Draco once again. "My room, follow me."

Draco frowned at him but followed anyway. Before she entered, she looked back at her child. "Just sit on the sofa. I'll be right back."

"Okay," Éclair answered.

Draco nodded then closed the door behind her. She immediately got down to business. "Is this about Éclair? Why haven't you removed that stupid seal yet?"

Ignoring the Malfoy woman's impatience, Harry directed the conversation. "Why did you adopt her?"

Draco mentally staggered for a second, astonished that Harry chose now to ask that question. "Really, you pulled me over for this. Stop wasting my time and tend to Éclair already."

"I'll get to that in a bit. What I want to know are your intentions for the girl."

"Excuse me?" Draco gritted out, indignant. "You make it sound like I have ill will towards her?"

"Don't you?" Harry countered. "I know you for the horrible person you are, she doesn't. Using her for your own means shouldn't be above a Malfoy."

He caught the hand that would have slapped him out of reflex. He hadn't expected Draco to turn furious so quickly. But at least, it proved that he was on to something.

"How dare you, bastard! None of this is any of your damn business!" she screamed, borderline hysterical.

Harry found it difficult to keep a firm grip on her; he quickly grabbed her other hand to keep her from punching him. Things were escalating negatively, but this was good for him. He would use Draco's rage against her. "It is when a victim is in any danger from the guardian."

"Why would you care? What do you know?! Where were you when she had nowhere else to go?!"

"Doing my job. And for your information, she should have been sent to an orphanage for adoption." He knew it would be harder than that, but he wanted to gauge her reaction.

Draco struggled harder. She cursed the fact that Harry was taller than her. "You fucking idiot, Potter! Do you think if it was that easy, I would be her mother?!"

They both froze at her words. Draco was the first to continue.

"Arg! What's done is done. She's my daughter now and your questions are unfounded."

"Are they? You seem to be missing my point, Malfoy. Do you care for her at all? Or was it merely convenient to adopt her? You know what I mean. You finally couldn't have what you wanted and took it upon yourself to get it anyway. What is she to you, a practice dummy for parenting? What's the point when you can't even have a genuine child of your own."

This time Draco was able to slap him, hard. She glared as hatefully as she could at this man. No, he wasn't the Harry she knew. The Harry she knew would have drawn the line, realised that the subject of children was a sore subject for her. He would have seen her pain and loneliness, would have at least offered minuscule comfort for her plight, no matter how much they were enemies. But this Harry, this thing was a monster. It didn't care if she got hurt; it didn't care if she died. It only lived to make her life miserable.

She didn't know when she started to cry. She didn't even feel the tears until it was too late. What the hell was she crying about? Was it because of Harry's words? Was it because she saw how empty they both were? How hurt they both were? There was no doubt they had both been through so much together, regardless of their affiliations. And it was because of that they knew each other very well – and in turn, could hurt each other just as much.

It wasn't fair for her to have so much in common with him of all people. It wasn't fair that he knew how to break her down when no one else could. She hated him and his leverage. She hated how weak he often made her feel. She hated these damn…feelings!

She refused to even think of an infatuation. She would never entertain such a thought, ever. While it was true that the heart wants what the heart wants, even if it might not be good for it, a Malfoy was above petty temptations.

She found herself shocked when she grabbed the collar of Harry's shirt and physically shoved him against the wall.

Harry seemed unfazed by it, and it pissed her off even further.

"D-Damn you," She whispered, her long hair covering her face. "Damn you, you asshole! Why do you always do this?"

Harry may have seemed nonplussed on the outside, but on the inside, he was trying to figure out at what time Malfoy had been working out to get such strength. He was shocked by her actions, and even more so with how vulnerable she seemed. He hadn't a clue what she was talking about, but decided to keep silent and wait.

She stared at him then, her eyes hard and furious. She shook him for good measure.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"I should be-"

"Shut up…What did you do to me?"

Harry stared at her stupidly. "Wha-"

"I could have lived on as I am." She didn't know what the hell she was saying, but she really couldn't stop herself. "But you just had to be around. Why?!"

"What the fuck are you-"

Draco didn't know if she was tired of hearing his voice, if it was the heat of the moment, or if something in her just cracked then. But she completely bewildered the both of them when she smashed her lips to his, hungrily devouring him.

For Harry, it felt like he had stumbled in the twilight zone. Never in a million years would he have imagined a situation like this. It was impossible. If he had told anyone that he had been kissing Malfoy – actually, Malfoy kissing him – he would have been subject to incredulous stares.

Out of reflex, he kissed back and felt Draco's tongue desperately trailing around his lips. He gasped at her forwardness, and she pressed her advantage.

Before they knew it, they were both on his bed, Draco above, still making out heatedly.

Harry found himself in a haze as he kissed her with as much intensity as she gave. Maybe it was confusion that allowed this type of weakness. But he found it hard to fight back. Lust was slowly winning over, and Draco's soft lips felt alluringly wonderful against his.

Draco found it difficult to think anymore, not that she cared. She never even pecked anyone on the cheek, and now she was openly making out with her complete opposite. She would have been horrified if she was in her right state of mind, but all she could do now was moan when she felt Harry's hands encircle around her delicate frame. It was sick – it came out of nowhere. But she didn't fight it. She was so tired of fighting.

In the back of his mind, Harry could hear a faint voice whispering to him. He valiantly fought off the haze that was overtaking him, and that allowed him to hear what was being said.

"Ginny."

It shocked him to the core and immediately brought him back to wherever he was going. He could see everything clearly and noticed Draco kissing him, her nails scratching his shirt – as if beckoning him to take it off.

This was serious and could turn regrettable if it hadn't already.

He tried to pull her off him, but she was surprisingly persistent and continued her onslaught on his mouth. He started to panic as temptation returned. This had to end, while he still had the will to make it so.

He forced them to switch places. Now He was the one on top, away from her prying mouth. They were both breathing heavily, latent desire yet to recede.

Harry eyed the woman bellow him carefully. It would be impossible to see her in the same light again. No, it would be possible, but not for him.

She kissed him, and it wasn't an ordinary one. It was desperate, needy, filled with desire – like she was trying to prove that she was still alive. Harry never knew Malfoy could feel that way. The kiss definitely affected him too.

If he hadn't stopped this when he did, it would have certainly led to sex – they both knew full well of that. But it wouldn't mean anything. It would just be fucking, a means to drown out the world, the pain, all for a few moments of bliss.

Harry could not fathom it, he couldn't fathom Draco's angle. He just stared at her, lost.

Once she was able to control her breathing and gain her sanity, Draco looked away from him. The feeling of revulsion was definitely present, also surprise and…something else she really didn't want to think about. She was flustered, both from embarrassment and arousal. She didn't know what came over her; she racked her brain for anything to explain what happened, but nothing.

Harry noted the confusion and rising horror in her azure eyes. He also noted that Draco didn't shove him off her immediately. In fact, she looked nervous and timid. But one thing stood out for the young Potter: Draco looked exhausted, both physically and mentally. Her eyes shown with loss and longing. She looked like she didn't know her place in the world anymore.

Draco bit her lip. How could she explain this? How could she put this behind her? It was obvious that would be difficult. She felt like casting the killing curse on herself. She could have beaten him; she could have yelled at him. But instead, she settled for kissing him? Was she perhaps possessed?

The atmosphere quickly turned awkward. Neither person really knew what to say. They had never been this…intimate before with each other, and it was pretty new territory for them. So it stood to reason that no one wanted to make the moment worse.

Draco sighed loudly. If she didn't say something, this could stem out forever. "Let's forget about this?"

Harry stared at her; his looked screamed, Are you kidding?

That forced a tired, but exasperated huff from the Malfoy heir. "I can't believe I did that – how embarrassing."

Harry felt it was safe to pry. "Why did you…?"

Now Draco seemed truly tired. She yawned adoringly and said, "I don't know…"

"… I need to use the shower."

He didn't know why he was announcing it, but he needed to get rid of any lingering thought of what happened, and what could have happened.

Draco didn't turn, letting him go in silence. For some reason, she felt utterly spent. Her eyes were heavy, and her vision blurry. She hoped when she woke up, this would be just a figment of her incoherent imagination. Sleep just hit her, she could not stop it.

When Harry came out of the shower, the last thing he expected was to see Draco comfortably lying on his bed. She was sound asleep; her shallow breathing was in rhythm.

He really was at a loss of what to do.

He went to the lounge and saw Éclair mimicking her mother. The Veela was using the arm of the sofa as a pillow as she slept.

Harry frowned at her position. That wasn't comfortable, especially for a growing girl.

He sighed, not having the heart to wake either female up. He carefully hoisted Éclair in his arms, bridal style, and brought her to his room. Careful not to wake anyone, he placed Éclair next to Draco, enveloping them in a few blankets.

For a moment he watched them sleep together, looking like the perfect mother-daughter pair. They shared the same hair colour, the same eyes, and looked eerily similar in terms of appearance. Éclair could easily pass as Draco's daughter to anyone who didn't know her.

The young wizard shook his head. Why did he care anyway? They weren't any of his business, and from Draco's weird outburst, he felt certain that Éclair might be in good hands.

He decided to use this time to analyse his findings.

He sat on the sofa and took out a stack of paper. He started reading through each page, working fervently.

They had a huge problem: the seal on Éclair refused to come off.

He tested it discreetly while going over Éclair's chest. He didn't want a bombardment of questions from 'Mama' if he couldn't explain it.

This never happened before. Of the hundreds of tests he conducted on himself, the seal always managed to expire. Even tests he had done on injured magical creatures went off without a hitch. The problem was Éclair was a mystery. She was a Veela, but to what extent, half-Veela, quarter-Veela? It wouldn't matter what she was in the end since the seal applied to anything with magical attributes, but since she was the first Veela he had ever used the seal on, her heritage could be vital in figuring this mess out.

He looked at his papers again. The seal shouldn't have negative effects from prolonged use, in theory. But Harry couldn't be sure. This was the longest time the seal had ever been present, and new discoveries were a given, so he couldn't run to conclusions yet.

Of course, there was one sure fire way to get rid of the seal indefinitely, by casting a small curse. It would hurt Éclair for only a few minutes, but would definitely get rid of the seal for good.

There was no way Draco was going to stand for that.

It seemed he needed to study Éclair a bit more to figure out how the seal was working on her, but it would mean being around Draco.

He abruptly slapped himself, stopping his cheeks from flushing. That was wrong on so many levels. He convinced himself to forget about what Draco did. Ginny was the only woman for him. Now that she was gone, there was no reason to pursue any sort of relationship with anyone else.

He yawned, feeling tired and decided to deal with all the commotion the next day. It would do him little good if he couldn't sleep enough, even with all the nightmares that plagued him.

The first thing Draco could register was infuriating knocking. She groggily moved her body. She didn't want to get up. She didn't want to open her eyes because she knew if she did, then her sleep would be ruined. She was only half-awake to hear the knocking persist. God, why didn't they just go home and leave her alone? And besides that, she remembered her manor had a doorbell. Why didn't those stupid idiots use that?

When the knocking continued, she growled and got out of bed. Her body was partially on auto-pilot as she prepared to give the visitors a piece of her mind.

"Mmm…Mama."

Draco paused and tiredly looked to her side. She barely noticed Éclair sleeping next to her, and promptly covered the girl in the blankets she had so carelessly thrown in irritation.

Patting the little blonde's head a few times, she went out of the bedroom, not yet aware of her immediate vicinity. She arrived at the front door and didn't think twice of opening it.

She was still somewhat aggravated from being awoken from her beauty sleep; she didn't hesitate to glare at whoever was on the other side.

"What?!" she hissed.

Ron stood frozen on the spot. His face was unreadable for a period of time. If his eyes weren't darting around like crazy, Draco would have sworn the idiot was dead.

Then Ron shook his head slowly, muttering to himself.

Draco stared at him in annoyance, wondering why he had bothered to show up at her home.

"No," Ron murmured, still looking perplexed. "I must have gotten the wrong room number."

He double-checked the number on the door, confirming that it was indeed Harry's place, but that didn't make any sense.

"Maybe I'm drunk?" He put out – although, it would be the first time such a thing happened because of alcohol.

"Listen to me, Weasley, you better have a good reason for coming…here?"

Now she realised where she was, and her brain was slowly catching up on the night prior's events. She gasped and looked down at herself. Her dress was still there, but not her robe. It must have been in Harry's room. And judging by the direction of the sunlight, she most likely spent the night at Potters.

The kiss snuck into her sub-consciousness and she couldn't stop her face from inflaming.

All this was done at the obliviousness of Ron.

"Uh…" Ron scratched his head. He was expecting to see Harry, not Draco. The fact that she was in a place like this only served to abash him further.

"I was looking for Harry, but I think I got the wrong place…I think."

At least she was able to squash her embarrassment and look behind her.

There he was, sleeping on the couch as if the world was deaf to him. Harry's face did look a bit troubled but showed no signs of waking up.

"Ah! There he is! Harry, you bloody moron, wak-!"

Draco swiftly shut him up, covering his mouth with her hand; she whispered fiercely, "Shout like that again and I'll kill you!"

Ron was thrown off by the warning. He stared at her, wide-eyed. Since when in Merlin's name did she care about Harry?

Wait, what the hell was she doing here, Harry's apartment? Ron had never heard of Harry getting visits from his arch-enemy, and his poor mind couldn't comprehend the contradictions.

"I'm going to release you, but don't shout," Draco warned. She didn't need the fool screaming his head off and waking her child up because of it.

Ron nodded slowly. Once his mouth was free, he immediately started his inquiries. "What the hell is going on here?"

Draco raised a brow at him. "What do mean?"

She was playing dumb and he knew. "You know exactly what I mean, you lunatic. What are you doing here?"

"Since when do I answer to you, Weasley?"

Ron massaged his scalp. "Bloody hell, this was the last thing I was expecting."

"Oh buzz off, Weasley. The reason I'm here is none of your concern."

She went straight to Harry, grabbed his shirt, and shook him violently. "Hey, wake up!"

Harry jolted upright, eyes crazed and scared. It was a sight that forced both Draco and Ron to pause.

Once he realised that he was awake, Harry relaxed and fell on his sofa again.

"What is it?" He muttered tiredly.

"Have you removed the seal?" she immediately asked.

Harry rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his thoughts. Sleep seemed very tempting, but he was aware of how serious the situation was. "No, I haven't."

Draco was already preparing to wake Éclair up and leave but was surprised with his answer. "Why not?"

He noted the edge in her tone, wisely choosing not to rile her up. "The seal reacts differently to her than anything I ever used it on. I need a further analysis before I can figure out the cause."

"You must be joking. So you're saying you have no bloody clue of what you're doing?"

She sounded angry, and Harry guessed that was the sort of reaction a mother would give, but he didn't shy away from the truth. "The seal wasn't perfect, but given her circumstances, she would have died without it. Now, so far, nothing harmful has been done to her yet. This is good. It will allow me time to find a reversal for it."

He wasn't apologising for what he did, and although she understood why, she was still vexed. "She's isn't some genie pig! And so help me if anything happens to her because of that thing, I'm coming after you."

Harry actually waved her off, shocking the hell out of her. "It isn't designed for anything else but transferring magic. You have nothing to worry about, Malfoy."

She still didn't seem convinced, and openly snarled at him. "Nothing to worry about? Have you seen what she can do?"

Ron didn't usually find it amusing to watch his best mate fighting it out with his worst enemy, but…

Something had changed between the two. Ron wasn't sure whether he was right or wrong, but Harry and Draco seemed…comfortable around each other? Not the best way to describe it, but close enough.

He decided to test something out. "Sorry to interrupt your lovers' quarrel-"

"Shut up!" they said in unison, each sporting an equally visible blush.

Well, slap me silly, Ron thought, struggling to hide a grin at their flustered behaviour. Something did happen between them. Not sure I like the fact that it was Draco, but still, Harry's freaking blushing! Mione's gonna love this.

"Anyway, I know I came here to pester you today, Harry, but I'm afraid much more serious matters have arisen."

Both Harry and Draco shared a look. Something about that didn't sound good.

"Come on, you git, you're needed at the Ministry," Ron said.

"Mama?" Éclair asked, holding her mother's hand as they walked through the market district.

"Yes, Éclair?" Draco answered.

"Why does Mr Potter live in a place like that? Doesn't he get money?"

Draco's mouth thinned. "Money isn't an issue for him. He has a manor as big as ours, but chooses not to use it."

"Why?"

"Personal reasons, sweetie. I can't really explain it to you," Draco said, not realising she addressed her charge affectionately.

Éclair noticed, and her mood brightened.

"Oh, it brings bad memories?"

Draco was surprised with how insightful the little Veela was, but answered honestly. "Yeah, a lot of bad memories."

"Then why doesn't he come stay with us?" Éclair suggested excitedly.

Draco spat out the water that she had been drinking, hitting a merchant nearby. After hastily admonishing the man for standing in her way, she fixed her daughter with an incredulous stare. "Why in the Wizarding World would I invite Potter to our home?"

The Veela blinked at her. "Aren't you two together?"

Face flustered, Draco sputtered, "N-No, I already told you that!"

Éclair frowned at that. "Are you sure?"

Although she found it a tad annoying that her very own child didn't believe her, she didn't rebuke her thoughts.

"Éclair, we fight."

"Couples do that all the time."

"We hate each other's guts!"

"Couples do that all the time."

"…"

"…"

"Éclair, what makes you think we're together?"

"He's the only guy I see you talk honestly with."

Okay, that caught Draco off guard. She hadn't really seen it that way. Harry had just been someone she knew and tormented since their school years, but Éclair saw more to it than that.

They did…kiss. But it was a mistake! The spur of the moment! It didn't mean a thing…did it?

My head hurts, she mentally moaned. She decided to cast the thoughts aside for now. There wasn't any need for them.

She picked up The Daily Prophet on a newsstand, halfheartedly wondering what lies she was going to read up on.

HARRY POTTER ALIVE AND SINGLE!

"Oh bloody hell," Draco groaned, reading the piece again to make sure.

"What's wrong, Mama?"

"It's nothing, sweetie, just a storm coming."

"Oh okay."

Draco glanced at Éclair when she wasn't looking. Now that they were a family, she needed to know everything about her. There was no doubt that Éclair was a mystery, and her past might have been too horrendous for her to reveal too quickly, but Draco couldn't just sit by and let it be. In order for this relationship to work, personal matters must be open to their little family. Draco wanted an honest and deep connection with Éclair, so honesty was going to be the best policy for them, no matter how hard it actually was.

But, at least, she didn't have it as hard as Harry. And in the next few days, because of his discovery, all hell was going to break loose, especially from the fan girls.

Harry stared coldly at the vampire in front of him. She lay in the hospital bed, eyeing him in the same fashion.

"She hasn't given us anything – no name, address, nothing." Ron supplied, although it wasn't very helpful.

"Who are you?"

"My name is not important. What's prudent is what I have for you."

"And that is?"

"Come closer," she beckoned.

Harry shared a meaningful look with Ron.

He approached the woman, careful of any sudden movements.

"Near my face," she said.

He gave her a look, but she did not relent.

Her crouched down until he was face to face with her.

She acted quickly, too quickly for either Harry or Ron to prepare, and kissed him on the lips.

"What are you-'

Were the last words Harry heard before his vision was engulfed in white.

He struggled to adjust to the brightness, but once he was able to, he noticed that he wasn't exactly on earth anymore.

It was another plane, riddled with grey environments that suspiciously looked like the static one would get from a television screen.

He wondered what kind of magic this was. An illusion? It seemed pretty strong to be the sort, especially since no illusion magic could work on his reinforced mind.

"Harry," said a melodic, alluring, feminine voice.

Harry turned towards it and gasped in utter disbelief.

A woman stood a few meters away from him. She was the epitome of beauty. Her long raven hair looked as luxurious as silk; the red gown she wore made her seem like royalty, contrasting with her smooth, peachy skin; her eyes, as jade as his, glowed brightly in the seemingly dark area.

She smiled warmly at him, luscious, pink lips curving bewitchingly – as if inviting him.

Harry stared at her in complete shock for what seemed like ages. It didn't take long for the surprise to turn to recognition, and that recognition to turn to pure rage.

"You!" he screamed, making to grab his wand, but found himself lacking said object.

The woman's smile never wavered and she raised her hand, playfully admonishing Harry's intentions. "Now, now, Harry, there's no need for something as pesky as that wand of yours. In this plane, magic has little to no existence. We are mere visions, speaking together through a medium. Although I loathe the very thought of any other woman's lips touching yours, the seer assured me that this was the only way to properly communicate with you."

"Y-You," Harry staggered, struggling to come to terms with what he was seeing, "you're still alive?!"

"Are you that surprised?" the woman cooed. "I'm sorry it took so long to see you."

Harry's rage intensified. He charged at her, intending to grab her.

She disappeared before he could reach her, and reappeared behind him. "I told you, darling, we're merely visions here. Although I'm sad that you would try to attack me, none of us can be hurt in this plane."

Harry jumped away from her. He snarled viciously. "How are you still alive?! Where the hell are you?!"

The woman raised a hand to her chin, humming in thought. "Hmm, I won't reveal where I am yet, love. But as for why I'm alive…it's a long story actually."

The way she called him love, the way she said it with so much adoration and truth made his blood boil.

"Don't you ever refer to me as that, you murderer!"

For the first time, her smile dropped an inch. "Ah yes, love, the thorn in our sides – your 'family'. That's not fair, you know? They didn't deserve a man like you. They're not like us."

"Shut up!" Harry yelled as loud as he could. "I'm going to find you, and I'm going to take you down…Sillest Riddle!"

Sillest brought a finger to her lips. "Shh. Now, love, you know how everyone sees my father. Besides, it isn't Riddle anymore, and I don't think you are aware. It's Sillest Slytherin from now on."

Harry paused his tirade. What did she mean by Sillest Slytherin?

"Don't understand, sweetie?" she read his mind. "It's alright, you'll get it soon enough. I'm confident in my man."

"I'm not your man!"

"Denial is the first step to acceptance, so I'll forgive you for saying that."

Harry looked around the area, trying desperately to find a way out of the world he was in.

"Aw, you want to leave already? Don't you want the message I worked tirelessly to get to you."

"Get me out of here!" Harry commanded, losing his rationality.

"Before you go anywhere, we need to settle this first."

Now she stared at him seriously, and Harry wondered if he had ever seen her like that before.

"Voldemort is alive."

Harry froze, not sure if what he heard was correct.

"That's right, love, father's out there and your time is running out."

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Whoohoo! Things are heating up! And it's only gonna get worse for our hero! What is it about Éclair that's so special? Who is Sillest Riddle/Slytherin?

REVISED 2017/03/22