10. Chapter

Life Changing Moments

Wide eyes stared unmovingly at the dark green, heavily cushioned armchair. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that he had been right there, right next to her, when Kiara had been taken away. Just when he returned to their living room, pergament and quills firmly gripped in his hands, he saw his fiancée reach for the contents of the thick envelop.

Surprise quelled up in his heart and a little jealousy. They hadn't told anyone, besides their friends, his Godfather and his parents, where they were living at the moment and the thought that someone from these people only wanted to write to her, made him suffer an attack of jealousy.

But then she opened the envelop and he didn't know why, but suddenly it seemed extremely important to him that she would never touch the letter, that she wouldn't even lay an eye on it. He dashed forward, tried to brush her hands away and, in the same movement, grab for the letter. His mouth was open, his scream for her to watch out, to pay attention, about to leave his throat, when it happened.

Her fine, delicate hands touched the pergament of the letter. For mere seconds it seemed as if nothing would happen. He was starring into her eyes, was still dashing forward to where she was sitting on the armchair. Confusion and a little surprise were clearly written all over her face.

And suddenly it happened.

It was as if time would start to freeze. All happened in cruelly slow movements, still he was not able to reach her. Her expression, once confusion and surprise immediately changed to absolute fear and horror. He could see how she tried to loosen her grip on the letter, how she tried to throw it away, how she tried to bring distance between herself and the pergament, but to no vail.

With a last glance at him, her fear and horror not only in her eyes, but also on her face and in her whole posture, she directed her eyes at him. There was no pride, no power and not the least bit of determination. She now was all but that. Now, at this moment, she just was scared.

All in him longed to grab her, to jerk her free from the offending piece of paper which obviously seeked to harm her. His panic and his anxiety seemed to radiate from him, as a small, yet very sad smile appeared on her face. And then, then she was suddenly gone.

Since then had he stood there, was still staring at the now depressingly empty spot in front of him, where mere seconds before the laughing and joking figure of his fiancée had been sitting. He knew that he had to do something, he should write his parents, search for someone with authority like his Godfather or any other Professor or even her sister Anastasia. He knew that he had to inform someone about this incident, that she was gone, that she had been kidnapped, that she dearly needed help. The more and the sooner the better.

But he couldn't move. He was rooted, no single logical and clear thought crossed his mind. All he could think about was the empty feeling inside him and his fear. Fear that he might never see her again. This fear made it impossible for him to think. It overshadowed everything, every other emotion, every other thought and every plan he would normally follow through to help his fiancée.

He didn't know how long he had been standing there, staring at the same spot over and over, void of every clear thought and every emotion. It could have been seconds, it could have been hours. For him, there was no difference. But suddenly the loud bang of a door hitting the wall broke him free from his stupor.

Slowly and still dazed he turned around to see, who it was who had been causing the entire ruckus. There, in the little hall which led to all their other rooms, was a young, tall, black haired woman, who bounced up and down enthusiastically. Her silver eyes glittered with joy and happiness and her lips formed the most sincere smile Draco had ever seen.

When her eyes fell on him, she suddenly squealed, dashed into his room and the hugged him. Waves of black hair crashed into his view. Her hug intensified and made it difficult for him to breath. As he didn't know what to do, Draco merely raised his hand and patted her awkwardly on her back. When his breath started to get laboured, Anastasia seemed to realize what she was doing as she hurriedly backed away from him and blushed furiously.

"Oh my God, sorry, Draco. I didn't intend to hurt."

Her eyes scanned the room, obviously searching for something or someone.

"Could you tell me, where Kiara is? I have to tell her something important."

Draco gulped.

His face fell and his shoulders sunk. He had hoped someone other would be the first person to ask him that question. Anastasia sure as hell would make him pay for this huge mistake. She loved his fiancée like her own sister, sometimes even more. If one didn't know better, he would think those two really were related by blood. Draco played nervously with his hand and lowered his gaze.

"She isn't here anymore."

His voice was low, barely audibly above his breath. Hadn't Anastasia listened so closely, she probably wouldn't have understood one word. She raised one eyebrow in question, then tilted her head to one side and looked at the young man in front of her closely. Something didn't seem to be right with him. Perhaps he was getting ill.

She shrugged carelessly and then asked him:

"Well, that is no problem. Just tell me were she went and I will find her."

Had it been possible, Draco's face would have fallen even more.

"You don't understand. She isn't here anymore."

Perhaps now she would understand better.

Apparently she didn't, as her confusion only rose.

"What do you mean she isn't here anymore. Obviously she isn't here, as she probably would have shown herself by now if she was in these rooms. Just tell me were she went, I assure you, I will be able to find here. You on the other hand should visit the Hospital Wing of this school. You don't look well at all."

This seemed to finally loosen Draco's tongue.

"By Goodness' sake, Kiara isn't here anymore as in she got fucking kidnapped by a fucking letter sent with this trice-damned bird over there! So, no, I can't tell you were she is, as she ISN'T HERE ANYMORE!"

Anastasia blinked, then blinked again. Her eyes were wide and stared intently at the young, blond man in front of her, who now was panting heavily as he tried to regain his composure and his cool. Slowly it began to sink in. Her face, once open and nice, now grew cold and distanced. One of her eyes started to twitch. Draco, who still tried to cool down, didn't realize the danger surrounding the young Russian woman.

"What do you mean she got kidnapped, Draco?"

Her voice was nice and quiet. Nothing gave away the anger she felt.

Draco sighed, before he let himself sink down on the couch which faced the open door. His right hand unintentionally went through his blond hair.

"It's like I said. I was outside, in our study to search for some things. Kiara was alone in our living room. When I returned I saw this white owl sitting on the armrest of her chair. A white, thick envelop lay in Kiara's lap. She just reached for it to open it.

I don't know why, but I had a bad feeling. Only few people know our address here and it made me suspicious that the letter arrived so late and not with the normal morning post. I just wanted to tell her not to open it, but I was too late. She opened the envelop and touched the letter to read it. Then it happened.

A strange source appeared around here. Kiara tried to throw the letter away but in vain. She was only able to look up to me for a second again, before she was sent away. The fucking letter has been a portkey and now, now she is gone."

Anastasia's eye started to twitch even more.

"And prey tell, Draco, when was it that she had been kidnapped?"

Her voice now took a dangerous sweet note.

"I don't know. Some minutes ago, maybe half an hour? I really don't know. When she vanished, I- I just stood there and stared at the same spot where she had been mere moments before. She- she just vanished. One second she was there the other second she is gone.

I didn't know what to do. I panicked. My heart felt empty, horribly empty and I couldn't form a clear thought. All I could think about was that Kiara, my fiancée, my mate, vanished and that it could be that I will never see her again. I mean, we were to be married, we were meant to have a family, and now, now I don't know what to do; she just isn't here anymore. My heart feels as if it has been ripped apart, as if a part of my soul was missing.

What should I do, if I can't find her? What should I do, if- "

Clapp

A fierce slap across his face silenced his high pitched rambling. There, in front of him, stood one of the most terrifying sights he had ever seen. Anastasia glared at him, her hands on her hips and her brows furrowed. Her eyes were like sharp blades, which glared daggers at him and dared him to contradict. An aura of danger and violence surrounded her and caused Draco to gulp in fear.

"My God, Draco, get a hang on yourself! You're rambling. Gosh, what's the problem with you veelas? You do all lovey dovey when your mate is here, but as soon as he or she is missing, some part in your brains seems to stop working!

What are you? A love sick puppy with no free will or the best Hogwarts student of your year? Can't you think for yourself? I can't believe it! Instead of worrying what might be, you could have informed someone. Wouldn't that have been better? So, now, Draco, I am going to tell you exactly what to do, as I sincerely wish for my sister to return home.

Do you get me, Draco?"

Draco merely nodded. The sight of an enraged Anastasia was terrifying and he didn't dare to speak out loud.

"Good. So now you will contact those parents of you. Your father is one of School Governors. It shouldn't be difficult for him to notify the rest of them. You will sit down and write a letter immediately. No, better, you will firecall them. The floo network is open, there shouldn't be problems.

Then you will inform your Potions Professor, the one named Severus Snape. He seems to be your personal bodyguard as he was told to keep an eye on you two. Go to him, tell him everything and then inform the Headmaster and other teachers. We will need their help if we want to be successful. But be careful with the Headmaster, I don't trust him.

Meanwhile, I will inform my boss Mr. Smitherson and the Ministry. We will need their sources and the press to notify the population. Perhaps they will even send some Aurors to help us with the search."

She paused and stared at him pointedly.

"Now, what you're waiting for? Tell your parents!"

With that she turned around and dashed out of the chambers. Her black robes were billowing behind her in the wind and made her look like a female Severus Snape. Draco just shook his head to clear it, before he, too, jumped up from the couch and reached for the little bowl with floo powder.

While he kneeled down and stared into the green flames, he dearly hoped that his parents wouldn't freak out, but have some ideas which would help him instead.

Hours later one thing was sure: they didn't knew anything else than before.

He had firecalled his parents. To say they were displeased would be an understatement. Not once had they interrupted his speech, but their faces told him everything he had to know. Their eyes grew, their brows furrowed and a stern and grim expression appeared on both of their faces. When he had finished they had just told him to step aside and wait for them.

Seconds later first his father and then his mother stepped out of the fireplace. His mother immediately went to his side and tried to comfort him. Again and again she told him that it wasn't his fault, that he couldn't have prevented it and that they would find her. As much as he wished he could, her words didn't seem to reach his heart. His mother, albeit her own worry and furry, seemed to realize this, as she soon stopped and opted for laying an arm around his shoulder. Meanwhile his father had firecalled the other Governors and told them to come to Hogwarts for an emergency meeting.

His father told him to go search for his uncle and to tell him what had happened. He would wait in their chambers until the last of the Governors arrived, then they would make their way to the meeting room just next to the Headmaster's office. Accompanied by his mother, Draco made his way to the dungeons, were he suspected his uncle would be. Minutes later they found him in one of his potions labs, while he was supervising what seemed to be a cruel and disgusting detention for a miserable Hufflepuff first year. The boy looked like Christmas had arrived earlier when Severus Snape announced for him to just go and wait for further instructions for the next days.

Severus' reaction to Kiara's disappearance mirrored his father's reaction perfectly. With one swift of his wand, he dismissed the entire detentions settled for Saturday afternoon and through this created screams of joy and happiness all over the castle grounds. Then, without further instruction, Severus turned around and stormed out of his chambers. With another curt gaze over his shoulder he informed them that he would try to organize a teacher and Head of House meeting in the Headmaster's office.

Ten minutes later the entire Hogwarts staff assembled in Professor Dumbledore's office. All of them had come, with the exception of the Headmaster. They had searched for him and tried to locate him with one of his little silver instruments but he still kept missing. Suspicions, bad suspicions arouse between the teachers, but all of them kept quiet in favour for the still missing girl. Soon the tasks had been divided. The Head of Houses would search their respective common rooms and all rooms associated to their house. The rest of the teachers would search through the entire castle, starting with the dungeons, the kitchen, the towers and the normal class rooms.

In the kitchen they asked for the help of the house elves who assured they would help them and tell them immediately should they find they missing girl. While the teachers were working their ways through the castle, Hagrid was outside. He and Fang, along side with other creatures living at Hagrid's hut, searched through the grounds and some parts of the Forbidden Forest. They all were prepared for working hours, even days if it had to be.

In the meeting room next to the Headmaster's office, the School Governors were discussing about measures to prevent something like this happening in the future. A huge plan, including wards, alerting charms, trecking spells and security enchantments, had been formulated and passed at the same moment. As Lucius Malfoy was one of the Governors, who had been holding said charge for a very long time, sixteen years to be precisely, they all tried their best to help him in this difficult situation.

One hour later the Ministry had been informed. Aurors were to be sent in mere hours and a press announcement was passed the moment they were speaking. The Minister of Magic was terribly sorry for something like to happen and to the Malfoy family nonetheless. As he didn't know what else to do, he promised the agitated father-in-law to be that he would punish the culprit severely, when his identity was revealed. Lucius Malfoy nodded in grim acceptance and informed the Minister indirectly that he was expecting nothing less from him.

But all their effort and work seemed to be in vain. Because several hours later, between Saturday night and Sunday morning, one thing became clear: they hadn't found her anywhere inside the Hogwarts grounds and even worse, that they had not the slightest clue as to were to search next.

And to make things worse, the location of the Headmaster was still unknown, too.

One day and several hours later Draco Malfoy was sitting in one of the armchairs of their living room. He had been excused from all of his classes, as all of his teachers seemed to agree that he was in no condition to participate in their classes. So he had spent the entire day sitting in their living room and waited desperately for some good news.

The fire in their fire place burned strongly and scattered warmth and light through the empty and quiet room. But Draco didn't realize it. To be honest, he didn't realize anything around him, as he was too absorbed into his thoughts.

When Kiara had been kidnapped he went into a huge shock. Suddenly the world around him became quiet, lifelessly and empty. He first thought was that it had something to do with him having gotten used to her presence and that her sudden disappearance would cause those feelings. But over the hours passing by those feelings intensived and now he had to admit that he not only didn't know what to do, but also felt as if something was terribly wrong with him. He didn't even know if he would ever be able to feel normal again.

A hand on his shoulder broke him free from his depressing musing. Draco looked up and glanced into the night black eyes of his Godfather. Tiredness and stress were clearly visible on Severus' face, but also a huge amount of worry and fear, not only directed at his goddaughter-in-law, but also at the blond boy sitting unmovingly in his armchair.

Once he saw this worry, Draco sighed and then motioned for Severus to sit down opposite of him. Severus obliged without any hesitation. When he was seated he moved his wand curtly and let a steaming hot tea pot and a tea service appear on the table in the middle between them.

Draco nodded his thanks, accepted the offered tea cup and then sipped carefully. The warmth floated suddenly through his body and seemed to cause wonder, as he was able to break free from his thoughts after a very long time.

"Is there something, anything I can do for you, Draco?"

Draco slowly took another sip, before he placed the cup on the table. With a shy look he raised his eyes and locked his gaze with his uncle's.

"Since she is gone, I feel terrible. It's as if something is missing, like some part of my soul went with her. I- I feel incomplete, useless and horribly lonely. When she disappeared I had problems to breath. Now I am sitting here, miss her presence and feel this huge gape in my soul, in my very being."

He sighed and averted his eyes. He normally didn't speak about his feelings, even with Severus. It was a first and he didn't knew how to go on.

"I didn't realize it but I was able to feel her presence within the castle. I was able to tell were she was, how she felt and even what she might do. Now I don't feel anything. It's like as if isn't here anymore and that feeling is driving me crazy. There is a tugging at my soul, it tells me to go find her, but I don't know where she is and that only seems to intensive the tugging. I- I just fucking miss her, Sev."

There was a long, uncomfortable silence between them, only suddenly interrupted by Severus' sigh.

"You know, admitting your feelings and letting them free reign would help a lot."

The suggestion was spoken so quiet that Draco had to listen closely to understand it.

What he understood, made him snort.

"Malfoys don't show emotions and least of all do they cry in public."

Severus merely nodded his head before he sighed again.

"I know, but it would make things a lot easier if they could."

Suddenly a loud bang from the study made them both jump.

"What was that?"

Severus seemed unsure, preoccupied, as if he was fearing someone stumbled over something and would now come and attack them. But his Godson merely shook his head and sighed, before he motioned for him to remain seated.

"That was Isphet, Kiara's kitten. She is very upset about her Mistress' absence and doesn't know what to do. And as much as I really love the little black beast, I am unable to control her. Since Kiara's kidnapping she managed to crash the book shelves four times."

At that moment the little black kitten appeared in the doorframe. She looked at them carefully, with something like a feline sheepish look on her black, little face. Carefully she approached them before she, after one last hesitated glance at the door, jumped on Draco's lap.

When nothing brushed her away and she wasn't scolded, the little kitten laid herself down completely, before rolling herself up into a small, firm ball. Seconds later her satisfied purring could be heard.

Severus chuckled.

"Seems like she just felt alone, the little beast. She surely misses Kiara a lot."

Draco stroked the kitten absently and directed his gaze back at his Godfather.

"I wondered, is there any way to track Kiara down? I mean, is it possible to find out to which location the portkey brought her?"

Severus nodded and answered.

"The other teachers and I have been working constantly on a way to track her location down. But to be honest, this will take some time. Professor Flitwick took the envelop and the remaining little piece of paper from the letter. Kiara must have teared it up while she tried to free the letter from the envelop. Professor McGonagall is inspecting the owl at the moment. It seems as if it has been transformed.

So both are working on distracting the entire magical traces. Should they be successful, we would be able to track the magic of the kidnapper down. Professor Flitwick told me some moments ago that he has made some progress and developments with the piece of paper, but it is too soon to say something exactly."

Still stroking the purring cat, Draco averted his eyes.

"I don't want to appear ungrateful, but that doesn't seem to be a lot. Isn't there anything, anything at all that might help us?"

Severus poured himself another cup of tea before he answered the question.

"To be honest there would be. You tend to forget that the two of you are veelas, fullblooded veelas nonetheless. Normally you should be able to feel the location of the other, just like you described it when she was at the school. The only problem is that the two of you aren't bonded yet. But this is nothing bad, I assure you.", Severus hurriedly added, when he saw his Godson open his mouth to contradict.

"You did the right thing, Draco. Rushing her into the bond and the marriage would have caused to destroy the fragile relationship you both shared. It was the only right thing to do. Nevertheless, now it would have been useful."

Severus' voice trailed when his gaze fell on Draco's face. There was an interesting mix of emotions running around and over his face. It seemed as if his young Godson was trying to decide whether to tell him something or not, something that might be of importance, but at the same time might be very embarrassing.

"Is there something, Draco, you would like to share with me?"

The smirk on his Godfather's face made Draco jump a little and turn an even more interesting shade of red. Draco stuttered at first and then needed some more moments to cool down enough to speak clearly.

"Well, I don't know if that counts but I kind of claimed her already."

When his Godfather merely raised one eyebrow and his smirk intensived, Draco turned beet red and hurriedly explained:

"Nooo, not that way. It was a kind of prebond. I, argh well, I claimed her with one of the marks, you know, these biting marks. Biting someone in the neck, drawing a little bit of blood and then sealing it creates a bond between the two persons involved. Not as strong as the normal bond, but it is a bond nonetheless."

Severus was now staring at his Godson with wide open eyes and incredulity written over his face.

"You bit her in her neck, you drew blood from her and then you sealed the wound? Isn't that a little barbarian form of forming a bond between two human beings, Draco?"

Draco started to splutter and would it have been possible, he would have blushed even more.

"Well, it's a very traditional form of prebonding, Sev."

He said indignantly.

"It was very common in the Middle Age, but now it is only rarely used as most of the veelas, vampires and werewolves don't have to fear for their mates any more. Otherwise it would have still been a very well practiced ritual."

When he realised that his Godfather still didn't seem to be convinced properly, Draco explained further.

"You normally create this bond when the mate can't or doesn't want to bond properly, yet. Thanks to the mark which this prebond leaves, nobody will be able to take the mate away. Furthermore, the mark let's the mate feel secure and protected. That was why I choose to do it. I wanted Kiara to feel safe and protected. And as she still feared that someone might sexually assault her, I thought it best to use this bond, as now nobody will be able to sexually abuse her. I only had her best in mind, Sev."

"Of course you only did it to help her and make her feel safe."

Sarcasm was dropping evidently from each and every syllable.

Draco opened his mouth to shoot a sharp reply, but his Godfather interrupted him.

"But it's good to know, Draco. This bond might be the key to our solution. I came to ask you whether Kiara has something on her which is from you. It would make the tracking down easier and the spell more exactly. If we are lucky- "

Loud knocking suddenly interrupted whatever lucky moments Severus wanted to share with Draco. With a sigh and a flick of his wand Draco opened the portrayal to their chambers, while he remained seated. Mere seconds after the locks of the door had been opened, something, or better someone dashed into their living room and forcefully impacted with the hip-high wardrobe standing in the little entrance hall. The impact and the following crashing sound of shoes and wood hitting the floor, made Isphet jump up from her sleeping place on Draco's lap.

"O-oh my God. I am so sorry. Merlin, I really didn't see it. Ohhh, look at all the chaos!"

A high pitched, struggled voice erupted from the still only semi-illuminated hall.

Severus and Draco looked at the other to see his reaction. But before either of them could get or question who it was, who had caused all the ruckus in their entrance hall, a small, old man entered the living room. He had grey hair and wore some strangly pointed robes in matching grey and green.

"Again, Mr. Malfoy, I am terribly sorry for all the trouble I have caused. I didn't intend to crash into the wardrobe, by Merlin, no, I didn't. But on the other hand I couldn't have known it standing there. And seeing it was also very difficult, as the lights are very bad in the hall. Someone should remove them or cast a spell to regenerate them. I could look up one in one of my books, The 100 most useful charms for household and gardening. The author is one of my favourite-"

A low chuckle interrupted him.

"Professor Flitwick, please, have a seat and join us for a tea."

Draco indicated with one hand to the third, empty armchair facing the two others, while he poured some still hot tea in a newly arrived tea cup with the other hand. As his train of thought had been interrupted, Professor Flitwick walked dazedly to the chair and let himself sink down on it slowly.

"May I have your glasses, Sir?"

Surprised by the sudden question, Professor Flitwick obliged. Draco carefully took the glasses and then, with a low but clear voice spoke "reparo". With a little crunch the glasses repaired themselves. Draco nodded in approval and then returned the glasses to their owner. A faint pink appeared on his cheeks, as Professor Flitwick accepted them.

"Now, Professor Flitwick, if you could enlighten us to which important happening you wanted to tell us, before you crashed into Mr. Malfoy's and Ms. Balgakow's wardrobe? You seemed to be in quite a hurry."

Severus' voice was oily. Every other person would have thought that the Potions Master was insulting the Charms Professor, but seeing as the two of them had been what one would consider good friends for quite some time, a little teasing on both sides was accepted.

Professor Flitwick chocked on the tea he had been drinking. He coughed harshly as he tried to regain his voice.

"How could I have forgotten this? Yes, I came in quite a hurry as the news I would like to share are of utmost importance."

He paused to take another deep breath and to look at them pointedly.

"We found a way to locate young Ms. Balgakow."

He couldn't have told them something better. As soon as Draco had registered what the Charms Professor had said, he jumped up from his armchair.

"Well, what are we waiting for? We have to hurry!"

But Professor Flitwick merely shook his head and motioned for Draco to sit down again. Grudgingly Draco obliged.

"We did find a way to track the young Ms. Balgakow down, but we can't do it immediately. It will need some time."

Professor Flitwick sighed heavily before he continued.

"The problem is that it is a very difficult and fragile process. We will need Professor Vectors help for the runes part. I will take over the enchantment and charms part and finally we will need Professor Snape's help with the potions part. No one has ever done something like this before, that is why we have to be so careful."

While Severus merely nodded his acceptance, while Draco seemed unconvinced.

"But is it safe then? I don't want Kiara to get hurt in the process."

"Of course it is! We wouldn't allow something that could both harm our or Ms. Balgakow's health. Well, all that could happened would be... nothing. If it fails, all the work and the effort would have been wasted."

Before Draco could question the Professor further, Severus asked the question which he was interested in.

"What potion do you need, Filius?"

Here the Charms Professor's look became grave.

"I need you to brow the Anima Iungere Potion, Severus."

Severus' eyebrows merely rose.

"You want me to make the Soul Binding Potion?"

Draco grew agitated. There was the solution to his problem and instead of immediately doing all that was necessary to get Kiara back, the two men next to him were discussing things that he had never once heard before.

"Is there a problem, Sev-, ahh, Professor Snape."

The death glare directed at him, would have probably killed any other person. Nobody was to know about their close relationship, after all.

Severus shot another warning glare at his Godson and then replied:

"The potion itself is not a problem. It is a difficult one but nothing I couldn't manage to brew. No, what might be a problem are the ingredients. I would need quite a number and some of them are very rare ones. That and that the potion will need at least twelve hours to be completed."

Professor Flitwick placed his tea cup on the table, where it immediately vanished. The Charms Professor brushed off his robes and then stood up.

"Well, I better be going. I will have to inform Professor Vector and Professor McGonagall, too. We should meet Tuesday at nine o'clock in the Headmaster's office. Until then, a good night to you."

With that he turned around and left. This time without crashing some of the furniture. Severus stood up, too, and made his way to the portrayal.

"I should be going, too. I will have to search for the receipt, then check for the ingredients and after that some sleep would be fine, too."

He turned around and directed a stern gaze at his Godson.

"Don't worry too much, Draco. You won't be able to sleep properly if you do so and I am sure with what we are going to do tomorrow, being tired would only cause more problems. You want to rescue her, don't you? Then don't endanger the whole mission because of some lack of sleep, understood?"

Once he saw his Godson nod, he continued.

"I know you are desperate and excited. But don't let this feelings hinder your goal to rescue your mate. Perhaps it would be better for you to go to your parents. They are sleeping in one of the guest chambers near the Great Hall. They will guaranty that you don't stay up or something along the way."

While he followed his Godfather out of the chambers, Draco's mind was racing. As he desperately wanted some answers, Draco turned to face his Godfather.

"Have they already found the location of the Headmaster, Sev?"

Severus sighed deeply and slowed his track.

"No, they haven't. And we just don't know, where else to look. But don't worry, we will find him soon. That I am sure of."

"Yes.", Draco thought.

"I am sure that we will find him soon. And I think I know where we will find him."