Look online at my blog, where all characters pictures and what not are at:

http : / xxxfleur-delacourxxx. blogspot. com /

When we told Dumbledore, he was shocked. He didn't think they would. He thought they would have allowed us to procede as we wanted.

No, my mother and father were going to be on the platform, ready to take us to a spot in America they approved of. No doubt, some wizarding community.

Draco had finished the cabinent last night, which I had also told Dumbledore. He told us May twenty-ninth that we'd arrange for the Death Eaters to come. Near the end of term. Severus would be ready then.

My hair was in a bun and I was playing with Arty on the floor of the living room by the fireplace.

"Psst."

I looked up and saw Draco asleep. My heart thudded as I looked to the fireplace.

"Mother?" I whispered.

"Look, I don't have much time. Has Draco finished the cabinent?"

"Dumbledore's suspecting things," I whispered. "Yes, he's finished it. Let's lay low for a while. What about the end of May?"

"I'll tell the Dark Lord. You'll be picked up at the train by your father and I."

"I know," I said softly. "We'll be there."

And we would. There wasn't a choice we had in the matter.

"We'll send you and Cissy to a Muggle neighborhood just outside of New York?"

"Why is Cissy going with?" I asked, confused. This wasn't in the letter.

"She found out she is pregnant with Lucius's child," Mother said in a whispery voice.

"She can't be with us," I said softly. "She has to stay with the Dark Lord or he'll think she's backing out!"

My mother was quiet, as if considering this. "I'll discuss things with Cissy. Can I see my granddaughter?"

I cast a quick, silent glamour charm to change the eye color brown and held up Artemis.

"She's beautiful," my mother breathed. "What's her name?"

"Artemis Venia Malfoy," I said softly, but apprehensively.

"Lovely name," she murmured. "I must go. I'll write you with details." She was gone before I could say another word.

May twenty-ninth rolled around. I was giving Arty a tour of the castle when McGonnagall found me.

"You need to go to your room immediately," she said softly.

"It's happening?"

She nodded and I swallowed hard, before nodding myself. "Get to your room and seal the door."
"I will, thank you," I said quietly. I made my way to the third floor and walked into my room. Dobby was there, sitting on the chair.

"Master Malfoy has gone to hurt Professor Dumbledore."

"Dobby, no. Professor Dumbledore kno-"

"Do not speak," Dobby whispered. "This room is not safe today."

"Who?"

"The Dark Lord," he squeaked.

I cast a glamour charm on Arty immediately and sat down on the sofa. "Where?"

"The room was cursed," Dobby whimpered, sitting on the floor next to my feet. "By someone in the fireplace."

My eyes immediately went to the fireplace and I saw that it was empty. Only flickering flames.

"Does Miss want tea?" Dobby asked suddenly.

I was confused, "Um, no thank you."

"Or some water? Or some coffee?"

"Water's fine," I said, unsure what he was doing. He disappeared, only to come back again minutes later. He handed me a glass of water with shakey hands.

"What is it?" I demanded. "What's wrong?"

"He's cominig."

The door opened and Dobby squeaked before apparating away.

Review for me! reviews! Alright, peoples. I want five reviews in an hour and I'll pu t the next chapter up! Get me to fifty and I'll love you long time!