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Draco and the song of Caledonia

He dropped his bag as he appeared in the foyer of his house and saw his mother smiling at him. She came up to him and gave him a hug. "Draco, welcome home."

"Mother," Draco said as he looked into his mother's eyes, noticing the happiness. "What happened here?"

"Your father's home. He wishes to see you in the study." She told him and stroked her son's cheek. "He's not too happy but he's home and that's what matter the most to me."

Draco looked in the direction where the study was and frowned, "He got out?"

"I am sorry that you have to find out through the Daily Prophet. I wanted to write to you but it was so sudden and you were coming home soon enough. Yes. He had to bribe enough people in the ministry to get out. He's on house arrest, but at least he's home."

"I see." Draco nodded. "I'll go see him now." He moved past his mother, went to his father's study, and pushed the door open.

"What were you thinking?" Lucius nearly bellowed at his son as he entered.

Draco stared up at his father with a scowl on his face. "Great! Nice greeting there. I did what you asked me to."

With a perfect sneer all Malfoy had learned from young age, Lucius spat, "But not to go to the Department of Mystery and put your life in danger. I had to cover up for you when the Dark Lord kept asking me if I had heard from you regarding if Harry Potter was going to be at the Department of Mystery!"

Sighing and rolling his eyes. "Father… at least that part's over with. You're out of Azkaban and we're fine."

"At some cost!" Lucius yelled, pounding his fist on the desk. "What were you and Caledonia Snape doing there that night? Where did she come up with a harebrained scheme to prove herself to the Dark Lord?"

Draco looked at his hands, he was seething in anger inside but the outside, he appeared bored. "I never told her anything about that. She got that somewhere else."

"Next time you be sure to follow my instruction and reply to my owl immediately! Things are not as it was before!"

The younger Malfoy glared at his father, "Well, I never wanted this anyway." He stood up. "It had also cost me something as well. So don't think you're the only one who's losing a lot! Why were we with the Dark Lord in the first place?

Lucius sighed and sat back. "That's something you do not need to know."

Draco nearly exploded. "I am fifteen, going on sixteen and I think I deserve to know! But hell no, you just want me to grovel and kiss the filthy feet of the Dark Lord and give my life to him. Forget it!" He turned around and stormed out of the room.

Draco scowled, storming down the manor's grand hallway, reaching the front entrance. He held out his hand and said, "Accio Firebolt!" The broom shot around the manor and into his waiting hand. He mounted onto the broom and shot into the sky. So much for coming home from school, he thought to himself.

He flew for a long time until it became dark and his bones was becoming chilled and weary from the damp England air and he glanced around, realizing he was lost. He had flown aimlessly for hours, allowing everything to melt away from his mind. He saw the glow from a town below him and tilted his broom to turn, circling in the darkness until he was able to land. He took out his wand and shrank his broom and pocketing it. He then swished a drying spell over his clothes, pocketed it, and walked toward the town.

He found he was in the outskirt of London and ducked into an empty alleyway and dissapparated, appearing into the back alley in Diagon Alley. He then strolled down the lighted street, glancing around. No one gave him a second look. He looked like a rich boy merely walking along. He then ducked into Tom's empty Leaky Cauldron and made his way into Muggle London. He kept on wandering around until he came to Hyde Park.

He paused, seeing a small café and his stomach growled. He figured it was way too late for him get any meal at the manor, it was way past dinner time and he was sure his father had ordered the house-elves to not save him anything as a punishment.

He ducked into the small homely café and saw couple other people there, they didn't look up to glance at him and he figured he was all right. He found a table near the window and sat down. He spotted the clock and winced, seeing that it was well past ten o'clock. Sighing, he grabbed the newspaper that was on the table in front of him and scanned it. It wasn't like the Daily Prophet with the moving pictures and oddly placed articles. However, it provided him something to read. After a while, he couldn't read a word, his mind blank.

"What can I get you tonight?" The waitress asked in tired tone.

He glanced up, blinking. "Oh. Coffee and whatever soup you have." The waitress nodded and turned away.

He stared out of the window, watching as people walking by in the street. Some were couple and some in groups of friends. It was a late Saturday night and summer time and people were staying out later.

A soft music came on and to it that caught his attention:

I don't know if you can see, the changes that has come over me

In these last few days, I've been afraid, that I might drift away…

I've been tellin' old stories, signing songs

That made me think, about where I've come from…

And that's the reason why I seem so far away today.

He smirked softly as the man sang, strumming his guitar. It was almost as if they were telling his life story down to pat. The next lyric came to a shock to him as he heard it.

Let me tell you that I love you,

And I think about you all the time.

Caledonia, you're calling me, now I am going home!

But if I should become a stranger,

Know that it would make me more than sad!

Caledonia's been everything I've ever had.

He swallowed hard and glanced around, wondering who were signing and the waitress came back with his soup and coffee. He grasped her arm, asking, "What's that song?"

"That?" She pointed to the speaker in the corner of the room. "That's on the radio… I think it is 'Caledonia', sung by Dougie MacLean. You've to admit he's got good voice." Then she left.

He turned back to his soup and coffee, slowly sipping the drink as he listened to the song.

I have moved, and kept on movin',

Proved the points that I needed provin',

I lost the friends that I needed losin'.

Found other on the way…

I've kissed the girls and left them crying.

Stolen dreams, yes there's no denying.

I've traveled hard, sometime with conscience flyin' somewhere in the wind.

He sighed as he placed his cup down. The song just described him perfectly. He knew since meeting Caledonia in the Hospital Wing that day, that his life would turn around a hundred and eighty degree. No, since he met Harry Potter on the train several years ago when they were eleven years old.

He chuckled ruefully to himself. If he had knew then that he would fall head over heel in love with Harry Potter, he'd hex somebody to hell. Shaking his head at the memory where Harry Potter had denied his friendship then when they were eleven.

But after learning Caledonia and Harry is one and same, he had fallen already. Things changed his mind and heart changed too.

Let me tell you that I love you,

And I think about you all the time.

Caledonia, you're calling me, now I am going home!

But if I should become a stranger,

Know that it would make me more than sad!

Caledonia's been everything I've ever had.

Caledonia, in the past year, he had come to know her and found his definition in life in her. She had become home to him and he felt lost without her. He knew if he were to walk away and never have her in his life, he'd be lost forever. Nothing seems to matter anymore without her.

Now I'm sitting here before the fire

The empty room, the forest choir.

The flames that could not get any higher

They've withered and now they've gone.

But I'm steady thinking…

My way is clear and I know what I will do tomorrow.

When hands are shaken and the kisses flow,

Then I will disappear.

He stared at his untouched soup. The reflection on the surface of the broth shimmered and memories floated across his mind, he was seeing his memory rather than the soup itself as if staring in a pensive. He saw Caledonia's smiling face, her emerald eyes and pouty lips that he had come to love to kiss. He had seen so many emotions in her eyes, love, sadness, grief, fear, happiness and ferociousness. He loved every emotion in her eyes, and how she would turn her head to see him across the Great Hall and smile at him.

It was clear, his direction lie where she goes. He had told her that at the end of the year before the summer began. He closed his eyes, wondering why he had left her. He had told her that he had to think. However, there was no need to think. He scowled; he was being a coward, running away from the destiny that lay ahead of Caledonia. Anywhere she goes, bound to be danger and he was leaving her alone to her destiny. His hand clenched around the spoon, knuckles turning white.

Let me tell you that I love you,

And I think about you all the time.

Caledonia, you're calling me, now I am going home!

But if I should become a stranger,

Know that it would make me more than sad!

Caledonia's been everything I've ever had.

He opened his eyes and stared at the soup, surprised to the surface ripple as the teardrop fell. He swallowed and wiped his face, realizing his cheeks were wet.

Caledonia's been everything I've ever had…

His hand loosened up around the spoon and he let it go, it fell in quiet clatter. He stood up, reached in his pocket, searched for some money, pulled out the bills, and left them on the table.

Caledonia's been everything I've ever had…

The waitress looked up from serving coffee to couple of old men and saw the door swing, the bell ringing. She looked over to the untouched soup and coffee. She frowned and shrugged, idly wondering what had caused the handsome young man looking so lost to come in the first place. She shrugged her shoulders and went over to clean the table and gather the money.

Caledonia's been everything I've ever had.

Draco's deal with Lord Voldemort

Lucius kept his aristocratic face up as he glanced out of the grand window from his study. Draco was sitting in the chair facing the desk, watching his father. His mother was sitting in another chair near the fireplace, watching the two, sipping quietly at her tea. It was a cool summer eve and Draco had regarded his father with equal coolness since he had come home from Hogwarts.

Finally, the older man broke the silence. "Draco, the Dark Lord wish to see you soon and mark you."

Draco blanched and spoke softly, "But father…"

Lucius turned his face to his son, his face masked in disappointment and hint of grief in his eyes. "You must. I've failed my part of the mission. He's going to reprisal, by using you against me."

The younger Malfoy scowled slightly, sitting back in his chair, crossing his arms. "I do not want to play Death Eater."

Lucius closed his eyes in frustration and moved to his desk, facing his son. "Do you have a death wish on this family?"

Draco glared at his father defiantly, "If that would save the Malfoy's name from being blacklisted in the Wizarding History."

Narcissa gasped softly and spoke, "Draco, you best take that back. You know we had to do this."

"What for? Supporting the Dark Lord in his harebrained scheme and allow him to suck us dry of our wealth? What have we become?" Draco shot back, standing up, "Look at us! We've become nothing but puppets for the snake-face."

Lucius stood back up, straightening up his posture as he glared at his son. "What have changed your opinion of late? You whole-heartily agreed to the Dark Lord's ideal before."

Draco sighed and turned away from his parents. "Why should you know?"

"Was it that Snape girl?" Narcissa asked.

"So what? She's also a Death Eater's child like me." Draco bitterly bit back. "But at least, she won't be marked."

"She will." Lucius replied.

Draco twirled around, "What? No! Severus said he won't let the Dark Lord mark her."

Lucius' eyebrow rose at the revelation of his son's emotion, "Indeed. But things had changed since that night in the Ministry of Magic. He will mark her in few weeks. And I expect you to do the same. After all, you carry the name of Malfoy."

Draco snarled under his breath. "So be it."

"Good. I will summon him now." Lucius said, touching the dark mark on his arm. He stared into his son's eyes, "Know this Draco, I understand how you feel."

He frowned at his father and opened his mouth to ask but the dark smoke exploded in the room and faded, stood the Dark Lord himself. He bowed his head and moved back to stand by his mother while Lucius greeted Voldemort cordially as the Malfoy should.

"My lord, welcome. As you have asked, my son has agreed." Lucius said, sweeping his arm to gesture toward Draco.

Draco looked up, seeing Voldemort grin in appreciation and blurted out, "But I have a deal."

Voldemort's face scowled, "Lucius?" his voice biting and dark, full of anger.

Lucius shot a look at his son. "Draco, you will receive the mark. No deal."

Draco turned his chin high, daring to face the Dark Lord. "I ask this, for Caledonia."

Lord Voldemort's anger faded as he became interested. "Continue." He waved his hand.

"I'll do what you want me to do, as long Caledonia and I won't be marked."

Narcissa and Lucius swallowed a gasp as they stared at his son. Then they looked over to Voldemort who appeared thoughtful. He then asked, "Why?"

Draco swallowed hard. "Keep us unmarked will grant us safe passage in Hogwarts. Caledonia got friends in other houses, including Gryffindors. With that, we can access to Harry Potter when the time comes."

"Intriguing… Is this true?" Voldemort turned to Lucius.

The Head of the Malfoy family paled and stared at his son who nodded slightly. Then he replied, "It seems so. My son is dating Caledonia and from what I understood, Caledonia is particularly close to one Hermione Granger."

"And this Hermione Granger… she's Harry Potter's best friend, is she not?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes. I've been able to communicate with her and the Weasley kid on a better term of late." Draco replied. "They will trust us better if we're not marked and that way we can serve you better by getting close to them."

Voldemort looked thoughtful. "I see." He tapped his chin with a bony finger. "You do provide some insightful points. A deal is a deal, isn't it?" He asked and saw Draco nod haltingly. "Very well. Two tasks I will ask you to do. You will have Caledonia help you. Succeed in this and then I will reward you both."

"Yes, my lord." Draco replied.

Voldemort smirked. "First, you will find a hole in Hogwarts defense, to allow Death Eaters in the castle." Draco nodded slowly. "I've always knew there was a vanishing cabinet in Hogwarts but never had been able to find another until recently." He drew out a scroll, "The instruction." He handed it to Draco who took it. "Now for the second task, if you fail. Your whole family dies."

Lucius and Narcissa gasped behind Draco. "My lord…" Lucius said and bit down as Voldemort glared at him.

Draco paled. "Sir?"

"Ah yes. Kill Dumbledore."

Draco closed his eyes in defeat and bowed. He remained there until he heard the pop of apparition and knew Voldemort had gone. He then felt his mother grasp around him, hugging him and crying. He also heard his father cursing under his breath.

"Lucius!" Narcissa started, "What are we to do?"

The elder Malfoy shook his head. "This is not getting any better."

Draco stood up, shaking his mother off and left the room.

Narcissa stared after her son and turned to Lucius, "I'm going to get help."

"Narcissa… don't."

"I have to… he will fail and we're all going to die in the end."

"Very well." Lucius replied softly and waved his hand, turning to the window. He heard the door close and he knew he was alone then. "So much of a price for Caledonia," He murmured softly. "So you truly love her?"

The Half-Blood Prince Book

Caledonia knocked on the door to the entrance of her father's study and heard the usual, "enter." She slipped into the room, closed the door behind her, went over to the chair, and plopped herself down, seeing the usual look from her father, one of his eyebrow raised and a sneer on his lip whilst holding a glass of firewhiskey in his hand. She gave him an eye roll and rearranged herself to sit more properly with her skirt tucked under and her ankles crossed.

He raised his wand, a teacup floated over to her, and she took it. He then tucked his wand and took out a parchment and spoke, "Your grade in potion had been different lately." He said simply.

"I guess it had to do with different teacher. He thinks I'm a bloody potion mistress." She replied with hint of scowl.

Severus smirked at this. "Yes. You do have potential to be a Potion Mistress; after all, you do take after your parents. But I've seen his lessons and know what books he had used. No one can pass his lesson perfectly every time, Caledonia." He said pointedly.

She felt as if caught in the headlight. "Uh, what do you mean by that?"

He turned his body to face her, placing the empty glass down on the table between them. "Caledonia." He rolled up the report with her grades from potion. "I will not believe that you are 'exceptionally gifted' as Slugorn had said about you. What exactly are making you able to pass the class?"

She sighed and reached for her bag and dug around until she found the potion book and held it. "I thought I wouldn't get potion class this year because of my grade from last year so I didn't get a potion book. Slughorn had some books in his room to borrow and I got the last one, this." She held it up.

Severus' eyes widened as he recognized the book. He reached over and took it. "Ah."

"It once belonged to the Half-Blood Prince… but the first class, I followed the margin notes instructions and it worked, better than the book's instruction."

Severus stood up and held the book in his hand, "This was mine."

She looked up and asked, "You're the Half-Blood Prince?"

He chuckled lightly and turned, gazing at the mantle of the fireplace; several framed pictures were displayed there. One caught his attention, of himself and Lily at Caledonia's age. "Yes. Rarely there would be less than a pureblood in the house of Slytherin. At the time, I was the only half-blood and my mother's name was Prince before she married my father. I had strong distaste for my father and I created the name because I've wrote notes in this book that are dangerous. If it fell in wrong hands, no one would assume me without digging into my personal background."

"Oh." Caledonia whispered.

He turned back around and handed her the book. "However, as asmsybal the potion book your class is using, I would rather you to learn from my instructions rather than Slughorn. But there are things in the book that you are to never repeat and see me when you do come across one."

She took the book back and held it on her lap. "You're going to let me keep this?"

He gave her a nod. "On two conditions. One, you are to write a foot long essay to why my instruction worked better than the book's and hand it to me every time you learn it in the class. Two, if you come across something that isn't part of the potioneering, see me."

She gave a single nod, "Yes, Father."

"Good." He then sat back down and filled himself another cup of firewhiskey. "Had Draco spoken to you yet?"

"No… But I am going to try to get him to talk to me soon… he's been avoiding the topic lately."

"I see." He murmured.

Nightmare #2: Ron

Ron shot out of the bed, gasping and wheezing. He glanced around the room he shared with his roommates and sighed. He wiped his sweaty forehead and got out of the bed; he pulled his robes on and tied the belt. A glance to the empty bed that once was Harry Potter's; he shook his head and went down to the common room.

He paused, seeing Hermione sitting on the couch, reading a book. "Hermione?" he asked as he moved to sit in the chair near the couch. The said girl looked up and he saw that she looked pale and flushed. "You wouldn't believe the nightmare I had."

"I had one too. I came down to do some reading… But go on, tell me." She told him, closing the book and turning her body to give him full attention.

"I dreamed that Harry was back in his boy body… but he was kissing Malfoy!" Ron shuddered. "They were going at it and I couldn't get them to stop."

Hermione's lips quirked a bit trying to bite back a grin, "that must've been scary. No more than my own dream."

Ron looked intrigued, "What did you dream about?"

Hermione flushed and turned away, "Well, it was pretty much like yours, but only instead of Malfoy kissing Harry, you were kissing Harry… in his boy body."

Ron paled several shades white and bolted from the chair, "You didn't have to tell me that!" He screamed and ran to the bathroom.

Hermione snickered, "I can't say that was a nightmare… it was disturbing, in perverted way." She told to the empty room and returned to her book, red tinting her cheeks.

Draco's Surprising Announcement

"Mother!" Draco called as he arrived home, "Father!"

Narcissa looked up from her embroidery and glanced over to her husband who was reading. "Draco's home." They both stood up and turned to find Draco bursting into the private sitting room. He went over to his mother, sweeping her into a hug and kissing her check and turned to grin at his father. "I've an announcement to say."

Lucius' eyebrow rose at his son. "Well, what is it?"

"I am in love!" Draco shot his arms out wide then dropped them, glancing at his father. "And it's not Pansy Parkinson!"

Narcissa went up to her son, surprised to see how elated her son is. "Draco? Surely not…"

Draco smirked as he turned to his mother and realized he had grown taller, his mother had to look up at him. He reached over and patted her cheek gently. "Yes, the very Caledonia Lilia Snape. I've been seeing her for a while and she's the one. Father, you must get me out of the contract with Parkinson. I will not marry her. I want to marry Caledonia."

Lucius frowned slightly, "But you must marry Parkinson, it's been in the contract since before you were born. I've been lenient with you allowing you date others."

"Is that Severus Snape's daughter?" Narcissa asked. Lucius' eyes went wide as he looked at his wife.

"He has a daughter? I thought she was his ward."

"Yes. I've only seen her briefly last summer at the reveal while you were in Azkaban. A beautiful girl, I believe." She replied and saw her son nod. "Are you sure?"

Draco grasped his mother's hands and spoke with passion-filled voice, "Mother, I am surer than anything in the world. I love her and she's all I can think about. She's my heart, my soul. I don't care if I'm disowned from this family… I want to be with her and that's all it matters."

Lucius' eyes widened again at hearing his son's revelation. "Draco Scorpius Malfoy! You dare to allow yourself be disowned from the Malfoy legacy for a girl?" Never in his whole life he had seen his son so passionate, it must had been something, that girl. He narrowed his eyes as he realized his son's true intention. "I see. You gambled the family on this girl, and in end, you dare to be disowned, for the same girl."

Draco turned to his father, "She's not just any girl. She's the one." He stood up straighter and stared at his father dead on, "I know I can ask of anything in the world, but this is my one and only request and I ask of nothing else. Please get me out of that contract with Parkinson so I can marry Caledonia."

Lucius sighed, knowing there was no changing his son's mind. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you father." Draco grinned and swept out of the room.

Narcissa turned to her husband. "I don't think I've ever seen our son so sure of anything."

"This Caledonia Snape… I have to meet her. Isn't she the one that caused trouble in the Ministry of Magic last spring?" Narcissa nodded. "That chit… He was willing to sacrifice our lives for her." he growled. "You're right, she's a pretty one, but troublesome… all my son had gone though the whole summer, moping. Because of her?"

"Yes."

"And getting himself in trouble last year, fighting with a girl…" Lucius mused, recalling few things. "Frogs in cereals, snakes in bed, underwear on the spire of the tower, cutting hair and stabbing his hand… I can go on… I've got whole lot of reports from Dumbledore last year of all the troubles he had gotten into… all because of this Caledonia?"

Narcissa winced, recalling as well nodded.

Lucius slumped down in his chair and shook his head. "My son is love with the girl he hated last year… and he wants to marry her more than anything in the world."

"Darling, don't you remember our days?" Narcissa smiled as she sat on the armrest of the chair, looking down at bedraggled Lucius.

He chuckled as he looked up at his wife of twenty some years. "Yes love… I remember. Well, I better fire-call Severus to make sure he attends the ball on New Year Eve. Narcissa, be a love, go and find some information on Pansy Parkinson and see if there's something we can use to break the contract. I'll make some more fire-call to impend some investigations. This girl better be worth it."

"Of course, darling."

Preparing for the New Year Ball

Caledonia closed the book that she was reading in the library and glanced to the tall window by the bookcases, she could see it was snowing heavily outside, covering the land around the Prince Manor in blanket of whiteness. The snow had finally came a day after Christmas and had not stopped since.

As much she love winter time, she also missed summer, where she'd have freedom of flying on the broom, playing mock up quidditch game with the Weasley family and celebrating her birthday. She stood and went over to the window and gazed out, watching the white fluff drift down in a dance. The smile on her lips melted into sadness as she realized, in the Malfoy Manor, Draco must be dancing like the snowflakes, celebrating with his family on the New Year Eve.

"Darling?" Eileen asked from her frame above the fireplace. Caledonia shifted and turned to see her grandmother's portrait. The woman was young and not so grandmotherly, rather it was strange for her, to see her grandmother as a twenty years old woman, with dark hair and pale skin, a plain beauty that she is.

"Yes?" She asked.

"What's causing that little frown on your pretty face?"

Caledonia chuckled, shaking her head and turned to glance back out into the darkness, watching the snowflakes. "Just thinking. I miss Draco and tonight's the New Year Eve. His family is holding the ball."

"Oh yeah, the infamous Malfoy New Year Eve Ball… I remember that."

She looked up, "You've been to the Malfoy's Ball?" She pushed herself away from the window frame and went over to the fireplace where her grandmother's frame hung above.

"Well, you know, the Prince family is also one of the noble pureblood family and we do get invited to pureblood events such as the Malfoy Ball. I remember I was sixteen, your age." She smirked. "Abraxas Malfoy had invited everyone to the ball and my family went."

"Abraxas Malfoy, as in Lucius' father?"

Eileen nodded, grinning, "Yes, handsome man he was… But rather uptight. I remember never liking him. He detested anything with blood mix and looked down to them."

Caledonia looked up at her grandmother, "Were there anyone at the ball you danced with?"

Eileen shook her head, a sad smile on her lips. "No. I was rather an outcast. You see, I was not exactly the prettiest pureblood there."

"But you look pretty to me." Caledonia said, frowning as she studied her grandmother's feature. She had pale skin, long face and thick eyebrows, but her eyes were sharp and dark and her hair long and ebony, hanging down flat, yet there were such gentleness in her face.

"That's because you're my granddaughter… Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You'd be what the muggles called in our days, a bombshell." Caledonia blushed.

"That's because she was lucky to have her mother's gene." Severus said as he entered the library. "But Caledonia's right, you were a beautiful woman, mother."

"Oh, stop it Severus." Eileen rolled her eyes.

"We mean it. Mother." Severus replied with determination and turned to Caledonia. "Come, I have something for you." Caledonia waved to her grandmother and followed her father to the dining hall.

"Father?"

Severus smirked and gestured to the table where a large box was sitting upon it with a smaller one next to it. "I believe this will go well with the gift you had received on Christmas." He picked up the small box on the table and handed it to her. She opened to find her combs she had gotten from Draco. "Go on, we don't have much time." Severus replied.

She placed the combs down and went to open the large box and gasped, pulling out a gorgeous black and emerald gown and turned to her father, her eyes wide. "Daddy?"

"We will be going to the Malfoy Ball tonight." He told her.

"Oh! Thank you!" She ran and hugged him, squishing the dress in between them and he chuckled, patting her back.

"Be ready by seven." He told her and went to the box, "It's a masked ball." He pulled out a mask that went with the dress. She gasped and fingered the feather that adorned the mask. She peered into the box and saw matching gloves and shoes to go with the dress.

"Thank you." She told him again and he rolled his eyes, smirking. She laughed, "Never thought you'd present Harry Potter a dress for the ball?"

He shook his head and ruffled her head. "I never thought I'd be bringing her to the ball to let her see her boyfriend." He turned and walked toward the door, gesturing to her, "Don't forget, seven o'clock."

She smiled and he left the room. She turned and said, "Maddy!" The small house-elf appeared.

"Mistress Snape called for Maddy?"

"Yes, please help me get ready for tonight!" Caledonia said and glanced to the clock. "Oh… I got like seven hours to get ready." She shook her head, turned to the house-elf, and asked, "How long do you think I need to get ready?"

"Seven hours, missus." The elf deadpanned while Caledonia paled.

The house-elf ushered Caledonia up the stairs, pushed her into the bathroom, and pointed to the bath. A snap of her finger, the bath filled to the brim with water and bubbles rising, giving off sweet scents. Caledonia shook her head and undressed, slipping into the bathtub and allowed herself to soak, resting.

An hour later, the elf told her to get out, dried her down, and handed her black lace underpants and strapless bra. She gaped at the elf, "You want me to wear this?"

"Goes with the dress, yes it does." The elf replied with serious tone and raised a finger.

"Oh wait… I'll do it." She hastily slipped the underpants on and tugged the bra on. "Now what?"

The elf pointed to the chair by the mirror, "Missus sit."

Caledonia sighed and sat down, soon, she felt her hair being combed and styled, then her face painted, and then she was in a cloud of magic dust. She coughed as the cloud faded away and she gasped as she saw herself in the mirror. Maddy had transformed her beautiful self into gorgeous self. She had hint of make-up on, her hair dried, combed sleek and smooth, pinned up with the combs, and falling down to her back.

Maddy tugged her hands until they were in her room and helped her into the dress. It was a full evening ball gown, with dark emerald lace and black bodice. The skirt had black stain drapes over the matching emerald laces. The house-elf helped to tie the bodice back and Caledonia opened the smaller box to find black stain two inches heel shoes with emerald bow on the top. She laughed softly and slipped them on her feet.

"Misstress Snape look beautiful tonight." Maddy declared, checking Caledonia over. She handed the lace fingerless glove to her and she slipped them on over her fingers. Then Maddy handed the black mask with green and silver-feathered accent around the edge. She slipped it over her face and grinned.

"Thanks Maddy." Caledonia replied and left her bedroom.

Severus tied the cloak around his shoulder, picked up the black cloak from Moddy, and looked up to see Caledonia walking down the stairs, looking every bit a beauty that night. He smiled and held his hand to his daughter, bowing slightly. "You look exceptionally beautiful."

"Thanks Dad…" She turned and allowed him to slip the cloak around her bare shoulders and turned. "Why? I thought you said you don't go to these parties."

Severus gave a suffering sigh. "I don't. But I also don't like to see my child moping on an evening like this." Then he muttered, "And getting owls from love-sick boy begging."

She giggled. "Thank you." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "How did you find these?" She gestured to her gown.

He smirked, holding his elbow out. "I know one thing or two in purchasing gowns…" He led her to the front door and the house-elves opened up the doors and they stepped outside. He drew out his wand and twirled, they disappeared from the spot, only to reappear in front of the Malfoy Manor.

Caledonia could see lights coming from the grand manor and they walked down the long snow covered hedge toward the front entrance. She gripped her father's arm excitedly. He patted her hands and they stepped in. She could hear music floating around the entrance and the sight of the grand ballroom greeted them across the foyer. Severus led her to the entrance and paused.

She gasped softly, looking around, seeing dancing people and others standing around the dance floor, chatting. It seemed magical as she took it all in. She searched for familiar blond head, spotted the elder Malfoy, and swallowed hard as he came across to greet them.

A servant appeared by their side, Severus took his cloak off, handed it to him, and turned to Caledonia, helping her to take her cloak off. She turned and saw her father was indeed wearing formal robe and was impressed.

"Lucius, good to see you." Severus drawled as the Head of the Malfoy family approached them. The blond man hugged Severus and she could see her father stiffen and smirked.

Lucius laughed, "About time you came! My, my," He turned to Caledonia, "Who is this beauty? I was told you have a daughter. But it never occurs to me how lovely she is."

Feeling nervous under his gaze, she wrung her hands and her father turned to her, brushing her hair that fell into her face away from her mask and replied. "Yes. This is Caledonia Lilia Snape, my daughter that finally returned to me after so many years." She looked to see the love in her father's eyes and smiled softly in reply. "Caledonia, this is Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father."

She smiled at the said man and curtseyed. "It's nice to meet you." She replied formally and held her hand up as Lucius took it and kissed her hand. She blushed slightly, taking in the handsome man. She could see that Draco had gotten his look from his father. She was sure that Draco would look like him when get older and blushed.

"Lovely. I can see why Draco had come home and made a shocking announcement how he is very much in love with this mysterious Caledonia." Lucius laughed and turned, scanning the crowd for his son and spotted him already gliding across the floor. He could see his son's eyes were zoned in for the girl beside him and nothing else.

Caledonia looked up and gasped, seeing Draco coming toward them and felt her heart beat faster. She bit back a giggle as she saw him push some dancers away. When he reached her, bowing, he exclaimed, "Caledonia! I'm glad you're here." He took her hand and kissed it. She fluttered her eyelashes, unable to help the fluttering of her heart as he stood and wrapped his arm around her lithe waist and pulling her into hug and kissing her lips. She sighed and returned the kiss, missing him since the end of term. She faintly heard her father sigh beside her and cussing under his breath.

When they broke apart, Draco grinned at her. "Dance with me, love." She nodded and allowed herself to be swept away, his hand taking one of her and his other hand around her waist, their feet followed in a synch as they were swept across the dance floor, their eyes only for each other.

Pre-Wedding Jitters

Draco and Caledonia arrived to Severus' quarter after dinner to find their parents in the common room waiting for them. Narcissa and Lucius beamed at the two and Severus looked on with blank look on his face. Albus then appeared, knocking on the frame of the door, drawing attention toward him.

"Oh goody, everyone's here." Albus entered the room and smiled at the young couples. "Well, I believe this is a last minute plan. But surely, you have any idea what you want to do?"

Draco looked to Caledonia and nodded, squeezing her hand, "Yes. We'd like to marry in the stained glass room." Unknowingly behind them, Severus gave a small start. "We'd like to get married tonight, with you officiating us."

Lucius came up to his son and clasped his shoulder, "why can't you wait for few more weeks? Surely, you haven't knocked her up?"

Narcissa gaped, "Lucius!"

Severus rolled his eyes, "Merlin's beard! I believe you raised your son to be more honorable."

Lucius laughed, "I was just kidding. But all the joking aside, why tonight?"

Draco glanced from Severus to Albus and he couldn't read the looks on their face. He shook his head, "I can't wait a day more. Never knowing what will happen tomorrow." He turned to Caledonia. "With Caledonia's history, each day is a gamble. We want to get married sooner than later or it'll never happen."

Narcissa sniffed, "I understand. We just wanted to know why you both want to get married sooner. We consent after all. I suppose, we have an hour to prepare?" She looked to Severus who shrugged and gestured toward Dumbledore.

"If an hour is what you need to get ready, then I suppose so. The stained glass room, I believe. Severus?"

The potion master gave a nod, "I'll prepare the room. Lucius, you may escort your son to the manor."

Narcissa smiled as she took Caledonia's hand, "and we, to your quarter. I am sure we'll have you ready in an hour."

Draco turned to Caledonia, took her hands in his, and kissed her softly. "I'll see you in an hour, love." He grinned, let her go, following his father to the floo, and was gone.

Severus and Albus disappeared through his entranceway and Caledonia turned to her future-mother-in-law and shyly smiled, gesturing to the side of the room. "My room's that way." She led the older woman to her room and they entered.

Narcissa looked around Caledonia's room and smiled. "This is nice."

"Thanks. Father had it set up similar to my room at the Prince Manor. A duplicate of everything. It was once grandmother's."

"I see. It is a very nice touch. Why don't you go quickly wash up and we'll see about your wedding gown." Narcissa gently pushed Caledonia toward the bathroom.

When Caledonia came out from the bathroom not ten minutes later with towel wrapped around her head and her body, she found Narcissa swishing her wand toward to something on the bed. She cleared her throat and the older woman turned around, smiling back at her. "Ah, that was quick. Come, come." She gestured for Caledonia to sit at the vanity.

Caledonia sat and stared in the mirror, looking pale. "Uh, I know we were supposed to go shopping for the wedding dresses when school was out. I am sorry that it is last minute thing."

Narcissa made a shushing noise as she pulled the towel off Caledonia's head. "Don't worry about that. I had a foresight to pick up a couple of gowns for you already. I was surprised but it wasn't a bad thing. We understood, Lucius and I." She picked up the brush and started to brush Caledonia's hair. "To be honest, Lucius and I had our reservation about the prearranged marriage between Draco and Pansy. That girl wasn't right in mind but at the time, she was the only likely choice. But when he came home, announcing that he was in love with you. I was thrilled, really."

Caledonia looked up to Narcissa in the mirror. "Really?"

"Yes." Narcissa smiled down at her and leaned down, "Draco has been an honorable young man, have he?"

Caledonia blushed and nodded shakily. "Yes."

The older witch frowned as she stood back up, "what's wrong?"

The younger shook her head and buried her face in her hands. "I… uh. It's embarrassing." She muttered.

Narcissa turned to the bed, picked up a box, came over to the vanity, and sat on the bench next to Caledonia. "You're scared of what will happen tonight?"

Caledonia nodded in her hands, becoming very red and Narcissa gave a soft laugh. "That's understandable. He loves you very much, that I can see. I can see that I will come to love you like my own daughter. I already feel that even we only met few times."

The young witch looked up at the woman; her eyes brimmed with tears, "Really?"

"Yes." She placed the box on the vanity and pushed it toward Caledonia. "Now, we're running out of time and we don't want to leave Draco hanging at the altar." They giggled and Caledonia took the box, opened it, and blushed red once again as she saw the content in it. Narcissa took the dainty lace and held it up, "I hope I got the right size, then again, we can always magic it to the right size."

"Its…its…." Caledonia stammered as she stared at the lacy object in Narcissa's hand.

"It's a lacy panty, I know." Narcissa deadpanned and stood up, "come on now, let's get those on you. You're going have to look every bit a bride tonight."

Caledonia nodded and stood up, taking the lacy panty from Narcissa's hand.

Meanwhile, at the Malfoy Manor, Severus had arrived by floo after setting up the stained glass room for the ceremony and found Lucius having a cognac while his son pacing the floor, appearing to have a cold feet.

"What if I hurt her… what if… uh…" Draco muttered. "I love her, I can't wait… oh!"

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose and waved his hand to have a cognac come to him and he grasped the glass from the air and took a swig.

"What gotten into your boy?"

Lucius shook his head, "cold feet. Well, he's alternating between hot and cold."

"I see."

Draco looked up and yelped in surprise to see Severus and stammered, "uh sir?"

Severus placed the empty glass down, went to Draco, and began to straighten the young wizard's jacket of deep green over black vest and slack. He had to admit; Draco had cleaned up real good and looked rather handsome. "That's my girl you're marrying."

Draco nodded, "yes, sir."

"I didn't have her for very long, but I am willing to hand her over to you because I know you are more than capable of taking care of her and her of you. I've looked at you as my own son all those years." Severus said softly.

"Thank you, sir." Draco replied in kind.

"Don't you dare to hurt her. The time you both are entering is a dark time and this wedding might be the only reason she would be able to produce a patronus."

"You really think so?"

"I believe so. The only reason why I have my patronus still shining brightly after all those years," Severus took his wand out and said the spell and a silver doe appeared, "was because of my joy that I found in my late wife, my son and now, my daughter."

Draco looked to the patronus, watching the beautiful silver doe dance around and coming to stop in front of him and bowed it's graceful and lithe head, it's snout touching his hand and then disappearing in silver mist. He realized then, he had been truly given Severus blessing in the most personal way. He bowed his head, clenched his hand across his heart, and softly said, "I know I cannot make promises, but Caledonia's happiness is all I strive for. I thank you for your blessing."

Severus gave a single nod and turned to leave, he paused at Lucius, "thirty minutes."

"We'll see you there." Lucius smiled at his old friend and soon, they could hear the floo activating before he turned to his son. "Draco."

"Father." Draco swallowed and straightened his jacket.

"Tonight is the night you cross the boundary from boy to man. Taking on a wife is a mark in a man's life, making him whole." Lucius held up his half-empty glass to study the engraving on the crystal, it glowed in the soft firelight from the fireplace. "It's not all about bedding the woman that makes you the man, it's about accepting the responsibility of a husband and making the woman's life worthwhile." Draco looked to his father, listening intently. "The secret to a Malfoy success lies in family. A man cannot gain his fortune alone. You see, the fortune that the Malfoy have," he gestured to the room around him with his glass, "has never been the wealth of the gold but," he came to stop to Draco's chest where the young wizard's heart beats, "It lies right here. And you have discovered that."

Draco bowed his head, nodding. "And you have taught me well, father."

"Good. Now, any last question before I let you go, my son?" Lucius asked as he took a swig from his glass.

Draco nodded, "I hear it hurts for the girls the first time. I don't want to hurt her."

"Ah." Lucius peered into his empty glass, regretting that his liquor was gone too quickly. "That I cannot really help you with. It is different for every woman and man."

"But can you give me an advice or anything?" Draco asked, hopefully.

Lucius stared hard at his son, realizing he had done a too good job raising his son. "You're honorable, I can see that. Well, what do you know about it?"

Draco shrugged his shoulders, "How can I know if I have never done it? All I know it supposedly feel good and I can finish too quickly. But that wouldn't be good, right?"

"Yes. Well, I can tell you this; make sure she's ready and when you begin, be quick on the first go but after that, take it slow and enjoy." Lucius grinned.

"Uh, I suppose." Draco muttered.

"Well, let's get going." The two went to the floo.

Narcissa stepped back and gasped softly, "Beautiful. You made a good choice."

Caledonia smiled and twirled, the white A-line gown with strapless sweetheart top felt smooth and silky, like liquid that flowed over her curves, showing her figure sensually. Her arms were covered with sleeves that flared softly around her knuckles and she wore just her two silver necklaces. Upon her ears were pearls with teardrops pearls.

"Hm, are you sure you don't want the veil?" Narcissa asked, holding the sheer material of a veil.

Caledonia shook her head, "No. It's a simple wedding, I don't want too much of it."

Narcissa smiled at the girl and with a wave of her wand, a single white rose in full bloom appeared. "From my personal garden," she stepped up and placed the flower in Caledonia's hair. The rose stood out brightly against the midnight lock that had combed to sheen and flowing down her back. "Perfect." She smiled and took Caledonia's hand. "Let's get you down there and become the next Lady Malfoy."

Caledonia smiled nervously as she took Narcissa's hand and they left the room, walking through Severus' quarter and down the dungeon's hallway. It was past curfew time and there was no one out.

"Will it hurt?" She asked softly as the two women walked through the corridor.

"What?" Narcissa asked and blinked, "Oh. It might. It all depends on how ready and willing you are." She patted Caledonia's hand, "if anything, I am sure Draco will make you comfortable. Has he always done that to you, make you comfortable?"

Caledonia nodded. "Yes. He's always sweet about it."

"Good. Then you have nothing to worry about." Narcissa paused at the door and turned to Caledonia. "You're beautiful. Welcome to the family." She gave the younger witch a kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the door, leaving her to stand outside of the room.

"Thanks." Caledonia whispered and wrung her hands, waiting for her father to come to her.

Severus soon appeared and she saw that he had cleaned up nicely, wearing one of his best black suits and his hair combed back in pigtail. "Caledonia, you look beautiful tonight." He said softly as he held out his elbow for her to take.

"Oh father, thank you." She took it and kissed his cheek.

"You look like your mother." He said, almost chokingly. "I've only had you in my life for short time and now, I'm giving you away."

"Father," A tear fell from her eyes as she looked up into his dark eyes that held love and compassionate of a father for his daughter. "I'll never leave you. I'll always be your child as you will always be my father. We're going to get through this war together and see to the end of it. Always."

He wiped the tear with his thumb and kissed her forehead. "Always."