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A/n: Another update! Things are going to get serious! I meant to have this up a few days ago but life caught up to me so I used a bit of my free time today to get this done for you. As always, you can check me out on my facebook using the link on my profile. Enjoy! Thanks to my beta Tessa Cresswell!


The events following the escape of that fucking safe house blur together in my mind. At some point between the boarder of Britain and getting to France mother seemed to come alive, directing everything. I'm glad she did, for I found myself supporting Granger by that point. I never stopped moving to check how badly she was wounded until she slumped against me unconscious. It had stirred a lot of drama on the border, with civilians standing around wondering what was going on. I had to disappear from sight with her limp body to try to heal up the livid scars marring the front half of her body. This was an obvious fact that I had been too busy to notice- one I also knew mother had pointedly ignored. If she was planning to just let Granger bleed out on the way she should've let Yaxley kill us; at least that way I wouldn't have had to pause and heal her.

Apparating in her condition was exceptionally dangerous, and I had a terrible fear of splinching her- or worse. But when we were allowed to leave and I was forced to take her unconscious body across the sea, luck was on my side. She arrived there in the same condition she had been in London.

Finding mother's estranged family was easy. While I continued using my limited healing abilities to keep Granger alive, mother found us one of those death trap muggle machines- a car, and truly a strange item at that- to take us to a place she apparently already knew. Using a spell, she made the driver forget about Granger when I dragged her into the car, bloody and unconscious. When we got out and sent the driver on his way he had no memory of even picking us up.

How mother knew to obtain one of those cars and act so controlled suddenly was beyond me. It had my nerves on edge as we walked up the property of her parents' home, Granger limp in my arms. I had done everything I could to keep her together, but now we needed a real Healer to get any further. We did not speak on the way up, and I was thankful for the silence. Things were moving so quickly in these last few hours, and I only wanted to deposit Granger someplace so I could rest myself.

I have never met mother's parents in person. Father always took us to the opposite side of France when we came, and kept mother close to him the entire time. Back then I had thought nothing of it, and it was only recently that I began documenting how possessive father really was. However the Black's were not how I expected them to be.

Oh sure, the second they knew it was a Mudblood I was carrying they jumped back in alarm and demanded I dump her on the streets. Considering her blood status in this rich, racist neighborhood I can only imagine what would become of her if I did. Arguing that I refused and would rather follow her out as well- hoping this would sway their opinion- I was appalled when they waved their hands and said I was no better than her. The bastards!

Mother's parents have a direct hatred towards father from what I can see. Apparently the arranged marriage was not what they had wanted for her, and now they were unhappy with the choices they had made for her. I could only shake my head at the irony. But that did not help my case. Since I am the offspring of one Lucius Malfoy, their hate extended to me, since I can apparently only be like my father. I had to roll my eyes at that, thinking of all of the differences between us. And at their comment, mother finally jumped in to help me again. Horrified at the idea of kicking me out, she ushered Granger and myself into a room to share while she deliberated with her parents. Since I am fluent in French, I flooed the nearest medical facility and requested they send a healer to this address, only having to say the Black's names to get one through. I was thankful, and Granger was quickly healed. I didn't tell the Healer she was a Mudblood, and the man did not ask. When he was finished, he only told me to keep a close eye on her and owl him if anything seemed to be wrong. He asked me about her eyes, but I blew him off. I was not about to tread into that territory, certain that she would have my head if I had something done about her blindness without her permission. And so the Healer left.

And I have been waiting ever since for mother to come in and talk to me. I can tell that the talk with her very parents is not going well, and at some point that night, I pass out. It's a bright new day when I wake up again, having fallen asleep on the couch in the room, seeing as Granger is occupying the bed.

I don't get up at first, and allow everything to slowly sink in. I just escaped that war ridden country, accompanied by my suddenly courageous mother and nearly dead classmate. But Granger has recovered, and mother still remains a mystery. I sigh, reaching up to rub the space between my eyes. My body feels stiff from sleeping on this piece of furniture all night long, and it is only when I have begun to stretch that I hear the shuffling. Opening my eyes quickly, I find the source of the noise; Granger is awake and quite obviously disoriented, clenching and unclenching the bed sheets in her hands as she scoots around uncomfortably on the bed.

She looks quite afraid. I clear my throat, and she nearly jumps from her skin. Trying to suppress the urge to roll my eyes, I stand and attempt to stretch my back. "Morning Granger."

"Malfoy," she asks hesitantly, looking in my genera direction. When I say yes, I see her body relax a bit. "I wasn't sure who else was in here."

"Who else would be," I ask, pushing thoughts of the foreign Healer from my mind as I say this. Sauntering over to where she sits, I lean against a bedpost. "How do you feel?"

She tilts her head a bit, as though thrown by my question. "A bit tired, that's all. Why do you ask?"

I knit my eyebrows together. "Last night- you weren't doing so good. When we finally got here, I found someone to fix the wounds-"

"Wounds," she asks, sounding alarmed. I watch her hands quickly clutch at her arms, as though feeling for gashes. As she begins running her hands over her body I reach out and catch her wrists, causing her to stop.

"I told you someone came and fixed them. Fuck Granger, do you not remember what happened?"

"Not particularly. I remember being in the living room-"

"Of the safe house?"

"Well, yes, of course. And then something loud happened, but I'm not exactly sure what the sound was, and then everything is a blur. What happened?"

I sigh, knowing it will be a long story to explain. "I'll go into detail some other time, alright? Currently, we are in France- before you interrupt, it was crucial that I brought you along else you would be dead. This was not part of the plan. Anyway, we are in France, currently staying in the home of my mother's parents. They aren't exactly welcoming about our arrival, so don't say anything if someone else comes in, alright? It was never the intention for things to end up like this."

"So I've gathered," she sighs, rubbing her cheek softly. "Was there anything exceptionally wrong with me that this Healer reported when you got him here?"

"No. The only thing that stood out to him was your eyes-"

She jumped. "You didn't let him touch them, did you? I'll kill you Malfoy-"

"No, no," I argue back, quickly shutting her blithering mouth up. "I thought you would have my head- and you almost did just now even though nothing happened. Those are your eyes Granger, and although you should jump at the opportunity to have them looked at while we are here, I will not force it on you."

Her eyebrows knit together, those damned glasses somehow remaining after everything. "While we are here? So you truly did mean to return to London?"

I scoff. "Yes Granger; I still have some unfinished business."

It grows quiet after my words, and I can tell that she is inwardly thinking about something. What exactly is running through her mind I am not exactly sure, only that it now has her full attention and not me. It's a while before she speaks again.

"Did someone find us" she asks slowly, her fingers playing with each other. "Is that why we are here? I mean, if it were an Order member then I doubt you would've spent the effort to drag me all the way across the sea to a home that hates me as much as the Manor. So, was it a Death Eater? Is that why you dragged me all the way over here?"

I sigh, looking away from her. So what if she can't see me yet? It doesn't matter to me- or at least, not entirely. "Yes, someone from Voldemort's army found our location. I'm not entirely sure how Granger, but he did-"

"Who," she asks quietly, as though unsure whether or not she wants to hear this, "Who found us?"

"Yaxely; he's a dedicated Death Eater and Voldemort supporter, or at least he was. My mother killed him in an effort to save our lives."

I can tell that this information is a surprise, and she slowly looks back over at me. "Your mother saved my life?"

"Yes, well, mine as well." I don't entirely know what mother's full reasoning for killing the man was, and I have yet to find the time to ask. Just like I have yet to get out of this room and figure out what the fuck is going on. I can tell we are not wanted, and I fully intend to get out of this place as quickly as possible. Meeting my "grandparents" was not the exciting adventure it should've been; they were rather cold people.

It's quiet again.

"How do you think he found the location? Yaxely, I mean."

"Granger," I say, gripping her wrist at this, "Please don't play dumb. I know you probably feel numb and maybe even afraid at this turn of events, but I am not about to lie to you. The only conclusion I can come to for someone finding that shitty little safe house is if someone from your side betrayed you precious Order and gave away the location. Yaxely flooed in, so someone had to give him the location name- and probably who was hiding there- right? If you ask me Granger, it sounds like you have enemies even among your allies. This is war after all; you never know who your friends really are."

She ripped her arm out of my grasp, turning her body away as my words slowly sunk in. It's not what she wanted to hear, it's not the calming, reassuring words she desired. I gave her the truth, and it's quite cruel. It's cold, and brutal. This realization has to be leaving the same concern in her mind that it has left in mine; what caused this new twist in the war? What has been going on that we are missing? We have missed so much.

The words that finally slip off her tongue as I begin contemplating finding my mother nearly cause my brain to shut off. The issue that has been disabling this girl from the beginning is being brought into the light, but I never thought she would bring it up so quickly after what I just told her.

"What could the Healer do about my eyes?"