-1Chapter Seven
"Sir," Ginny said, her voice horribly close to cracking. She looked at each member of the room, but none offered her comfort. "Please sir, what happened?"
Dumbledore walked around his large desk, and stepped between the professors. He conjured three chairs for the teens to sit in while he began his story.
"As soon as I received your letter, Mr. Potter," He said, nodding towards Harry. "I contacted Severus immediately. He seemed to think along the lines of Miss Weasley, that something was indeed wrong with the young Mr. Malfoy." Professor Dumbledore stopped for a moment, as though thinking back to remember the finer details. Taking a deep breath, he continued in a thick voice. "We arrived at the Malfoy Manor late that evening, along with a few other adults. I went to the front door, and no one answered. We carefully checked through the house, when I stumbled upon one of their house elves. After a little persuasion, the little one told me that young Draco was still in the house, but his parents had fled earlier that morning. He led me to Draco's room."
My little girl asked me why everybody looked so sad,
The lump in my throat grew bigger with,
Every question that she asked.
Until I felt the tears run down my face ,
And I told her that Alyssa wouldn't be at school today.