A/N- I'm back! Just thanking everyone for the reviews again. Helped me write another chapter, and also that little thing called free time from a VERY active one year old. Had a little time to write this chapter, and letting everyone that have been supportive from the beginning that there are a couple of more chapters left. After all this is a novella.

Once again thank you too all (positive and negative) reviewers.

On with the story.

Draco stood in front of the fire, staring at the dancing flames. He watched as the reds and oranges meshed together to form this wild dance. It seemed to relax him in so many ways. The same way that the liquid going down his throat relaxed him as well. It was the burning sensation that every fire seemed to give a person that laid their skin on the tantalizing flame. It made him happy. It made him mad.

How could a single flame be able to cause that much hurt, a careless flame that had no mind. It caused so much pain to a person. But then a person with a mind can cause the same amount of pain that, a simple flame, can cause as well. It made him think of the ways that he, himself, had been hurt.

Hurt in so many ways.

He filled his glass with the amber liquid that he didn't even know himself what it was anymore. All he knew was it did its job, getting him completely drunk beyond all thought. He tried to get the one thought that kept on replaying in his mind, over and over again.

Why the hell did it have to be his mother's first name?

James walked through the hallway, whistling. He was in a good mood. He really couldn't tell why he was in a good mood, but he was. It was just one of those days that seemed to call for a mood that was brighter then the day itself.

The sun wasn't shinning and the halls definitely weren't covered with sounds of joy, yet here was James. Happy as happy could be.

Yet as he passed by the students of Hogwarts, they couldn't help but glare at his happy mood. A happy mood, that for some reason, they weren't able to get into. It wasn't possible that he could be, and they couldn't.

James just kept walking, ignoring the glares that his peers were sending him. He continued to walk towards the Great Hall. His smile brightening, when he saw his sister frowning. It brought his mood up to new levels. Seeing his sister unhappy made him happy, except when it really counted.

"Hello wonderful sister of mine! Wonderful day isn't it?"

He watched as she turned to look at him with a glare that could freeze hell. "What's so damn happy about it?"

HE shrugged. "I dunno, maybe it's the bright sunny day outside."

"It's raining."

"Really?" His face went to that of confusion. "I could have sworn that it was sunny outside..."

"Well it's not!"

"Touchy?"

"No I just don't want your disgusting face around me!" She frowned up at him.

He leaned in close to her. "Hate to tell you this sis, but we have the same face." He chuckled when she let out a frustrating groan.

"What is wrong with men these days?! Can't they just leave me the hell alone?" She mumbled to herself.

"Hate to tell you again, but 75 percent of the family is male." He winced when she punched him in the shoulder. "What was that for?"

"I hate you!" She walked away.

"Hey Em." He called out after her.

"What?!"

"I love you." He laughed at her as she screamed at him and stormed off.

Yes this day couldn't be better.

"This day couldn't be worse." She mumbled to herself as she picked herself up from the chair that she was currently in.

She was a week over due, and the damn baby wasn't coming out. She wasn't happy, she was fat, ugly, and her husband never came to her anymore.

Ginny was starting to become depressed. And she wasn't all that happy about it.

She walked over to the kitchen, and went directly to the fridge. She opened the fridge and took out a peach. She immediately bite into it, and gave a moan of satisfaction.

"Well I thought that you needed to company. But I guess you and the peach are having more fun without me." Harry chuckled when he saw his wife jump.

"Harry!" Ginny placed a hand over her heart. "Why do you have to do that?"

"Do what dear?" Harry smiled when Ginny glared at him.

"You know damn well what I am talking about! Scaring me half to death."

"Well it sounded like that peach was more important!" Harry sulked.

Ginny smiled to herself and walked over to Harry. She leaned her head back, and looked him in the eye. "That's because it is." She turned and walked away, leaving Harry to his muddling.

"Damn Hormones." Harry shook his head.

"I heard that!" Ginny yelled from around the corner.

"Damn!"

Damien wandered around the school in the same mood that most of the school population seemed to be in. Except his reason being that he and Emily got into another argument.

Why couldn't love be easier?

He knew that it was a stupid question to even think about, but it was a question that kept rolling around in his head. Something to think about, a sort of freedom from the rest of the world, and its questions that seemed to plague him. It was a sort of...relief.

So he walked when days like this, rainy and gloomy, seemed to bring on that depressed mood. He looked up from his thoughts and saw her. Staring up at the picture that plagued his father's mind every day. A picture that he wished didn't even happen, because then he wouldn't know that the girl in front of him was blood. Aerowyn. The recent thorn in his side. His bloody sister.

He walked to side behind her. He stood there for a moment before speaking. "It's pretty weird isn't it?"

He heard her gasp before spinning around. He saw her face, and looked up seeing a replica of the mother, and the eyes. His damn eyes that he couldn't even realize were his own. Grey.

"What's weird?" Her voice broke through his thoughts.

"That all these years you were in front of my eyes, and yet I couldn't even recognize who you were."

"I have no clue what you're talking about Malfoy." Her voice was huffy, a trait that reminded him of his father.

"Don't you?" He felt his impatience starting to rise. "Don't you know that all these years have been a lie?"

"Once again Malfoy, I have no clue what you are talking about."

He grabbed her arms. "Why did you do it?" He gave a little shake ignoring the widening of her eyes, the little glimpse of fear. "You fucking lied to my Aerowyn. You lied and told me you had no clue who I was. When you knew damn well who I was."

He saw a tear escape from her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? That's all you have to say is your sorry, you couldn't even tell me, your fucking brother, that I you were my sister! That I was blood, for god sakes." He let go of her.

"What was I suppose to do, Damien? Just come up to 6 years ago and say 'hey, I'm your sister by the way, your dad had sex with my mom.'" She snorted, wiping away the tears. "That would have gone well."

"You could have told me."

"So you could go around and tell your dad. I don't think so." He heard her gasp. "You're going to tell him aren't you?"

"I have no choice." He sighed. "I will tell him this weekend."

"Why this weekend?"

"I will be visiting him in Hogsmede this weekend. And then I will tell him." Damien then did something that he thought that he wouldn't be able to. "I'm sorry too, I love him and he wants to know who you are."

It was after the initial shock, and Aerowyn hugged him back that he felt that click. The inaudible click that seemed to make all the years of lying go away. All with that simple hug.

"I'm so sorry." Was all she said as shoved him away and ran down the hall.

The thing was he was sorry as well.