Disclaimer: Not mine at all. It's a pity really.

Coughing nervously, I knocked on the door to the Manor, feeling rather odd.

"This is such a bad idea," Potter muttered from somewhere off to my left.

"Shut up and just act like a kid," I muttered back. Grudgingly, Potter took my hand and put a smile on his face.

"This sucks," he said through his teeth.

"Yes well, you couldn't just walk in there looking like who you actually are. . .. Hello, Blaise," he said as the door opened.

"Draco!" Blaise cried out, grinning happily. He reached forward and shook my hand. "Long time no see! And who's this?."

Potter, disguised as Scorpius, grinned harder. "Daddy's showing me where he used to live!"

"He's a cute kid," Blaise said, still happy. "Wow, Draco, mate. I heard you got married to that blond girl you brought in here a couple of years ago but I didn't know you had a kid. What's with all the secrecy?"

"No secrecy at all, my friend," I said smirking. "Just trying to spend a little quiet time with my family is all."

"Makes sense. Well, come on in. Bet you're excited to show the little guy around. Some of the others still pop in and out, you know, like me, but other than that it's still really quiet around here. Feel free to roam around."

"Well, it is my house, so I suppose I will." Still holding on to Potter's hand in headed off in the direction of the stairs, veering off towards the dungeons when I was sure Blaise had gone back into the living room.

As soon as we were out of sight, down the steps to the dungeons, Potter snatched his hand away from mine, saying, "This will definitely not be part of the story I tell to my kids."

"Stop your whining, Potter," I said. "We've got a job to do."

"I wouldn't be complaining if hadn't had to look like your son."

"Oh yes, and you coming in here looking like Harry Potter would have went off so well."

"Couldn't we have just snuck in later tonight?"

"Wards, Potter. We'd have never made it past the first step."

We quieted down when we reached the door to the dungeons. A strange sense of de ja vue hit me as I pushed open the door, stepping through with Potter at my side. Would Cree be here just like before? Would this be the end of the tireless riddles?

The dungeons were empty, of course. My heart still dropped slightly, as if I had actually been expecting someone to be here.

I led Potter to the cell in which they had held Cree, so long ago, it seemed. I could still see the bloodstains, forever etched into the floor. If I wanted to, I could still see Cree, huddled up in the corner of the room, scared and hurt. . . .

"What are we supposed to do here, Malfoy?" Potter asked from behind me.

"I'm not sure," I replied, still staring into the corner where Cree had sat.

Follow your memories.

What on earth did that mean?

I took a deep breath, focusing on that corner. I stared so long and so hard that my vision became blurry. . . . But then, I could see Cree, cringing as someone stepped toward her. The shadowy figure took out their wand, pointing it Cree. She glared at them, but I could still see the pain in her eyes, the fear. . . . She looked worn, instead of bruised and bloody like I had seen her. It was easy to see that whenever that maniac had brought her here, she was already to the point of exhaustion.

"Do you give in?" The figure spoke, his voice high-pitched but strong.

"I haven't done anything to you!" Cree cried out.

The man was silent for a moment before saying, "You ruined my life."

The vision disappeared, but I could still here Cree screaming in my ear. "She was here," I said.

"Yeah, you told me," Potter said. "They brought her here and –"

"No, I mean she was here recently." Anger flooded my body, along with a hard realization. "That maniac had her right under are noses!"

"Malfoy . . ." I spun around to face Potter, who was looking frightful. Though his hair had stayed the same, if not slightly messier, it was easy to see that he'd grown taller and his eyes were turning a hazel color.

Quickly, I grabbed his wrist, hurrying up the stairs, through the living room (magically avoiding Blaise), and out the door. Potter was halfway back to normal by the time we had Apparated and Blaise had opened the door to see where we'd gone.

A/N: I keep forgetting to put this when i write it in the first place. Anyway, just wanted to let you know that i was writing this and i have a feeling it's going to be a really short story. But, i still hope you enjoy it anyway. No Teaser today but it's still just as special.