Lyra was actually glad to see the Hogwarts Express pull up. Being cooped up in the house, away from 'danger', is not what she was intending on doing her entire break. Plus, she had much to tell Luna and Harry about what had happened with her uncle's reappearance.

Lyra boarded the Hogwarts Express, keeping a close eye out for Luna. As soon as she saw her, she grabbed her by her coat and drug her halfway to the compartment Harry was posted up in with Ron and Hermione.

Lyra shut the door behind them.

"Well, I am glad to see you too Lyra," Luna beamed.

"Something happened while I was at home," Lyra started. She wasted no time. She pulled the crumpled paper from her bag and straightened it out on her lap, revealing the sunken in face and crazed eyes that once stared her down on the shop window. Luna and Hermione gasped simultaneously. Ron looked disturbed at the photo that stared at him.

"Lyra, are you... are you related to this man?" Harry questioned.

"Yes, he is my uncle." Ron gulped at the response. The train car went silent for a moment.

"I know how it looks," she continued. She never in her life wanted to be associated with a death eater. Her family were Aurors, not ones to please the Dark Lord. To be truthfully honest, she questioned her uncle's appearance at her house with several Aurors living there. They could easily trace the Floo Powder back to where he resided but to risk his life knowing this and still trying to contact her father, it had to mean something.

"Harry, this may be a good thing." Harry looked at Lyra quizzically. " He leaked pertinent information to my father a week ago about the ministry." Everyone's moods suddenly changed. Now she had their attention.

"Death eaters are perfecting the Imperius Curse. They have almost completely taken over the ministry. Even my father's close friend, Bingum, is under the curse. We have to watch our backs."

Hermione spoke up, "Was this a one-time deal or does your uncle contact your father often?" She turned to Harry, "We may have an inside source to Voldemort Harry. This could be crucial!"

Lyra looked down at her feet and thought of that night her uncle had appeared in the fireplace. Her father had demanded he never return.

"I am afraid we may not hear from him again," Lyra responded. "My father seemed pretty adamant about Amycus reaching us. They're not close."

"Doesn't mean we cannot contact him," Harry blurted out. Lyra looked over to him to see his wheels turning over in his brain. She had not thought of that but was hesitant about the notion. It was one thing to have her uncle contact her, but to have her go seeking trouble, well, that just not like her. Then again, she hadn't been herself all year.

"We need to find out where he was. Lyra do you have any clue?" Harry asked. Lyra shook her head no. What had she just gotten herself in to?

Draco found a empty compartment and shut the door behind him. He looked out the compartment windows to see if anyone had followed him. Once the hallway was clear, he pulled the blinds on all windows.

He flopped down on the seat relieved. He had work to do but more importantly, he didn't want to be bothered. Peace and quiet were something he seldomly found. He cracked open an old, tattered book Snape had given him a few days prior to help with his work on the vanishing cabinet. Now that he had found the sister in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts, he had much to do to prepare it for the Dark Lord's arrival.

Suddenly the compartment door flew open. He closed the book and shoved it the crack between the seat and the window.

Pansy Parkinson stood there with a huge grin on her face. "I've been looking for you Draco." She shut the door and sat down next to him. "I missed you over break. Why didn't you owl?" Her hand snuck onto his leg.

Draco looked down at her hand and back up at her. "I've been busy." Her hand crept higher.

"That's no excuse to neglect me. If I didn't know better, I'd say there was someone else." She nibbled on his ear.

Lyra's face flashed before him. He tried to shake it but he couldn't stop thinking about her. The way her lips felt, how her body contorted to his. How was she burrowing into his head right now?

Pansy shoved her hand in his jacket. Draco's gaze shot downward. He caught her by the wrist and pulled her hand away before she could reach deeper.

"No."

"Playing hard to get?" she giggled. She licked his neck. She knew what would get him. He shuttered beneath her touch. Pansy grabbed at his leg again, running her nails into his skin. He growled and pinned her to the back of the seat.

She looked at him lustrous, biting her lip.

"No." he growled. Her face fell and she started to pout.

"But..." He had never rejected her before. What was wrong with him?

"Get out." He let go of her wrists and she scurried to the door. Pansy turned back to give Draco and evil stare and slammed the door behind her.