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Previously...

"Your 'Accident' was no accident. Maybe I could answer your questions seeming as I was the one who left the note."

"You were the one who left the note? But why did you leave it under your mother's initials?"

"I suggest you come into my office. Alone. Unless your weasel of a husband wants to hear the worst things ever." Ron suddenly turned me round, put on a serious face and askeda very serious question.

"Are you sure you want to go in alone?" I gave him a very solid but quick nod whilst Malfoy lead me to his office.


Chapter 9

Whilst walking down those echoey halls fill with paintings of dead family member when I catch the eye of none other than Mr Lucius Malfoy. As Ron had left me with Malfoy to look after the children, I suddenly stop metres by the picture, and feel like I can't move any further. Malfoy was in front of me by a few steps.

"Granger-" I quickly brought my eyes up from my feet and onto his face.

"It's Weasley now!"

"Fine, Weasley! Come on. The pictures all have silencing charms placed on them so he can't insult you. My office is just down the hall. Come on." He grabbed my hand and pulled me down to his office. His office reminded me of Hogwarts as it was hidden by a blank picture frame. Inside was covered in browns and burnt orange with a deep brown chaise in the middle of the room, facing a large oak desk with engravings of snakes all over it.

"Sit"

"Never thought you would be a person that likes Gryffindor colours." I quickly scanned the room, looking for something remotely green. Then I looked at him. In his hand was a deep forest green quill. He was also dressed in a deep green Oxford shirt and some black trousers.

I quickly sat down on the chaise when he pushed a box of tissues in front of me.

"Just in case the waterworks start running." I gave him a slight nod of thanks.

"Now can you please tell me what happened to me? How did I end up with this memory loss?"

"Stray weapons. Someone had aimed two knives at me, which suddenly went into two directions. One of them hit me and the other one hit you in the waist whilst you were on your way through Diagon Alley. You fell to the floor, smacking the concrete. This all happened under a disillusionment charm so everyone thought you just passed out. I rushed over to you and apparated us here to heal your cuts, then I quickly scribbled a note but signed it under mother's name in case Weaselbee thought I did it." I gave him a shocked look, then gave him the evils.

"What? Weasley would do that!" I relaxed my face and lightly nodded.

After a few seconds of pure silence, I asked another question.

"How badly was I injured?" I had to know.

"Pretty badly. You covered the floor with blood."

"No more prejudice over the blood?" I was shocked about him not commenting about my blood.

"Not anymore. So that's your incident cleared up-" He was trying to get me off this subject. Nice try Malfoy, but his Slytherin ways gave me more motivation on finding out more.

"Not fully. Who did it?" He sat in his chair, like a statue.

"I can't tell you. You'll hate me for telling you-"

"Tell me. Now." I was determined to find out.


A/N: Dun Dun DUN... Ooh, can anyone guess who did it? Anyone? This story is nearly coming to a close now... One chapter left! So I wanna know what you think of it and how you think it's going to end... so review!

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