Disclaimer: Not mine at all. Too bad.

I laid the note on the dining room table as before, my clothes still dripping wet onto Potter's kitchen floor.

"Alright, you bastard, where have you got my wife?" I said, angrily.

Temper, temper, Draco Malfoy. You should really work on your patience.

"I've had enough of your damn games!" I shouted at the piece of paper. "I've had enough of these stupid riddles! I've had enough of you! Now tell me – where is my wife!"

YOU DO NOT RUN THE SHOW HERE, DRACO MALFOY! I AM THE GAME MASTER! AND IF YOU WANT TO SEE YOUR PRECIOUS SHADOW AGAIN, YOU WILL DO WELL TO DO AS I SAY!

I felt in hand on my shoulder, pushing me down into my chair. I looked to see that it was Potter, shaking his head gently. Huffing like a child, I crossed my arms over my chest, looking away as Potter sat down in the chair across from me and moved the paper towards him.

"We'll do what you say, alright," Potter said. "What we need, though, is for everyone to calm down so we can figure this out reasonably."

What is there to figure out, Harry Potter.

"Your riddles, for one. They don't make any sense."

Oh but don't they? I'm surprised you haven't figured it out already, Harry Potter. The Chosen One, what a laugh. The Chosen One can't even figure out a simple riddle. My next riddle isn't so much a riddle as it is a proverb of sorts; Memories open many doors to revelations.

"What in Merlin's name is that supposed to mean?" I said, angrily.

Oh, you can figure that out can't you, Draco Malfoy? It's so simple! Maybe a hint. . . .

A cold wind rustled my hair as the lights went in the kitchen, leaving me alone in the dark once more. A single light appeared in front of me, revealing a very beaten up Cree, her knees drawn to chest and her head resting on them.

"Cree?" I said softly.

She looked up at me, fear in her eyes. "Please . . . please don't kill me. I'm sorry for everything. Just please, please don't kill me."

As I stared at the scene before me, my heart clenched with the same guilt and pain I had felt that night. How was this supposed to give me a clue to Cree?

My arm lifted as I reached out to her, tears coming to my eyes. Cree disappeared from in front of me and the lights came back on, revealing a very confused Potter.

A single tear dripped from my eye, landing on the paper which Potter had moved back towards me. The paper absored the tear drop, not even leaving a stain.

You gave up everything you had to save her. Would you still do the same thing now?

"Of course," I said, my voice coming out chocked and hoarse.

Very good. Follow your memories, Draco Malfoy.

The paper disintegrated once again. Potter dusted the bits off the table and into a trash can. He kept sneaking glances at me, as if he were scared that I was going to fall apart like the paper. But I wouldn't; instead I sniffed quickly, wiping my eyes with the back of my sleeve when his back was turned.

"So," Potter said, taking his seat again, "what do we do now?"

I thought for a moment, thinking about the memory this crazy man had just replayed for me. Cree . . . beaten and scared . . . locked up in –

"We go to Malfoy Manor."

A/N: So I know it's pretty short but think of it as a filler for the next chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it because I liked writing it. The next chapter will probably come out some time next week, but for now, enjoy this teaser.

"She was here, Potter."

"Yeah, you told me. They locked her up and –"

"No I mean she was here recently. That maniac was right under our noses!"

Not a great teaser, I know, but it's something. Thanks for reading and I'll see you next week.