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And everyone, calm down. There will be no pixies, ready to attack. AND THERE WILL BE NO KILLING OF DRACO (yet). Alright? People, calmness is good (sometimes) Draco is alive and well (at least as alive and well as a fictional character can be. :D)

The story? Shall we proceed?

The doors of the Hospital Wing slammed open. Madam Pomfrey looked up, ready to scold the student who had so rashly disturbed her sanctum, but, when she saw it was Eva, looked down again.

Eva hurried over to Draco's side. His eyes were closed and she stifled a gasp at how pale he looked.

"Is he…is he okay?" she asked nervously.

"He should be fine, Miss Malfoy. He will probably always have these scars, but they are very faint." She indicated pale scars on Draco's chest. Although they were almost completely gone, Eva could still see how deep they had been. Her blood chilled. If help hadn't been gotten in time….

"What happened?" she asked the school nurse.

"Don't ask me," the woman grumbled. "All I know is that Professor Snape came in here, half-carrying him. His wounds were nearly healed when I got to him though- hang on, where are you going?"

The last words were shouted after Eva's retreating back. The black-haired girl continued to run away, down several flights of staircases, to wait outside the Staff Room.

Finally Snape approached. His thin mouth was twisted in a scowl, and his presence was incredibly intimidating. Still, Eva stepped into his path. He stopped suddenly and began to glare at her.

"Out of my way, Miss Malfoy."

"Professor, what happened to Draco?"

"I feel that is something you should be asking your 'friend', Potter," he sneered.

"Sir, pl-." Eva cut herself off. She would not beg him to tell her what had happened.

Thankfully, she didn't have to. Snape relented.

"Apparently, he and Potter were arguing in the sixth floor boys' bathroom and Potter managed to cast a particular Dark Curse. However, this is second-hand. I was alerted by Moaning Myrtle, where I found Draco on the floor-"

But for the second time that day, Eva was running away from a staff member before they completed their sentence. With an almost manic glint in her eye, she was heading up to the second-floor bathroom that Moaning Myrtle was known to inhabit.

Behind her, the Staff Room door opened. "I cannae have heard that right, Severus," a Scottish voice proclaimed. "Potter cursed Malfoy?"

Eva was no longer around to hear McGonagall's fury. By this point, she was sitting in the haunted bathroom, awaiting the arrival of a certain ghost.

At last, the aforementioned spectre whooshed out of a tap. Behind her spectacles, her eyes were glowing with the excitement of it all.

"You're Myrtle, yes?" Eva jumped straight in.

"Yes," Myrtle replied, "So?"

"What happened?" Eva demanded.

Moaning Myrtle bristled slightly at the tone, but the prospect of relating her tale once more proved greater than her hurt pride. "That poor boy was crying again-"

"Harry was crying?" Eva asked in disbelief.

"No! The other one, the blond one. He's very sweet, and sensitive. I've comforted him quite a few times now…."

"Draco's been crying?" Eva was stunned. She'd never, ever seen her brother cry.

Myrtle glared at her. "There are other people who want to hear this story. I can go talk to them if you can't stop interrupting."

"No, I'm sorry. So, Draco was crying…"

"Yes, he was. So upset. I was trying to get him to tell me what was wrong, when Harry came running in. Then, well, it all happened so fast. They were fighting, flashes and bangs everywhere and, oh, it was awful." Her voice practically brimmed with glee.

"What was awful?"

"There was so much blood…I thought for a second that he'd be coming to join me. Of course, I did the right thing. I called for Professor Snape, who came and started chanting this spell. It seemed to do the trick, but he was quite angry…He told Harry to stay here, then when he returned, he ordered me out!"

Eva was no longer listening. There was so much information whirling around in her mind. 'Draco nearly died…..Harry cursed Draco….Snape saved him…..Harry must have used pretty dark magic to do that…..Draco's always going to have a scar……Draco's been crying here quite often…..Draco's upset about something.'

"You're sure he didn't mention what he was upset about?"

Myrtle sighed. "No, not really. He was always very touchy about that. Said he couldn't tell me, for my sake. He was always saying "I have to, but it won't work. If I don't do it soon, he'll kill me. He'll kill her." She sniffed dramatically. "I suppose I was the her. Quite odd, to refer to me in the third person like that, but I'm sure he was just protecting me."

"It won't work?" Eva asked. "What wouldn't work?"

"I don't know, but he was very fond of that phrase. I think that must be what he was upset about. Probably some horrible bullies wanted him to do some homework for him, and it wouldn't work."

Eva nodded absently, and turned to leave.

"Aren't you even going to thank me?" Myrtle's outraged voice fell on empty air.

Eva stood outside the Hospital Wing doors. The fury that had sustained her this far was fading, and now worry began to overtake her. She waited, under her Disillusionment Charm, for Draco's admirers to leave. Finally, Pansy, the last of them, was gone, bidding Draco a tearful farewell mixed with promises to 'give Potter what he deserved.'

Eva slipped inside. Her brother still lay on a bed. His cheeks were no less white, and his eyes were no less shadowed.

"Hey, brother." She whispered softly.

He sat up sharply, then winced slightly. "Who's there?" he asked in panicked tone.

"Sorry," she muttered sheepishly, and removed the Charm. "Forgot I had that on."

"Eva." He said flatly.

"Merlin, Draco. I stop watching you for a second and you nearly go get yourself killed?" She tried to joke.

"Yeah well. It was your new best friend Potter that did it. Don't you want to be with him, commiserating how he didn't quite manage to knock me off?"

The colour flushed angrily into Eva's cheeks. "How dare you!" She realised she was shouting and lowered her tone a fraction. "How could you say that I'd want you dead? Have you forgotten who I am?"

"Some unwanted offspring who Father didn't manage to kill thoroughly enough?"

She raised a hand to slap him, but let it fall. "I'm your sister!" she hissed. "You used to know that. What's happened to you? Who's doing this to you? If you think you can push me away to keep me safe-"

"It's not me who's different, sis. It's you. You've become just like the rest of them. Muggle-loving cretins who are too blind to see where the true power lies. And you're not my sister. No foolhardy, bleeding-heart Gryffindor could ever be my sister."

She stumbled back from the bed. "Draco, you're injured. You don't know what you're saying."

He raised himself on his arms. "No, Evelna, I'm fine. You're the one who has betrayed her blood, and her heritage."

The use of her full name finally broke through Eva's defences. "No, I...you.."she whispered.

"Yes. Now go. I'm tired." And with that pronouncement, he turned on his side and closed his eyes.

Eva turned and fled the room. Once outside, she began to wander the corridors blindly, not caring where she went.

A hand reached out and stopped her.

"Eva?" a gentle voice asked. "How are you?"

It was Luna. Eva looked at the blonde girl. Her hair was tied back with what looked like the twisted stems of several plants, and her silvery eyes were overflowing with concern. Eva was conscious of everyone watching them.

Suddenly filled with an irrational irritation towards her friend, Eva yanked her arm out of Luna's grasp. "Can't you tell?" She snapped. "Don't I have Blue-Tongued Flundales round my head? Or maybe Tristnets? Merlin, Loony, can't you ever just leave me alone?"

She stormed off. Luna's expression, as always, remained impenetrable, even unconcerned, but the way she stood frozen in the middle of the corridor, hand still outstretched, told a different story.

See, Draco is fine. But I have the power of life and death over them all, and as such you should review, or I might decide to exercise my power.

And I'm very sorry, but I won't be able to update for more than a week - I'm on a trip to Scotland, and I highly doubt they'll have computers on the remote island where our destination is.

See you when I get back!

Oh, and sorry about my terrible Scottish accent, courtesy of McGonagall. I guess I should take some pointers from the real Scots while I'm up there.