Found


Finally, she was only a few inches away – one more push would do it, but she hesitated. The wolf dog scared her. it had helped her, yes, but still she didn't know it's intentions. What was the reason for this helpful deed? Her arms ached and her hands were sore, she couldn't hold on for much longer. She breathed again and let her arm stretch out upwards, next to the wolf/dog. It took every ounce of energy within her to hoist herself up, but she lost her footing, her balance quickly failing her. she let out a yell of terror, panick stricken to see that she was now only just barely holding on with one arm. she struggled to get her other arm up as well, but she couldn't. she was too tired, too exhausted to put it anymore effort. Her fingers were weakening and the pain from the friction between the rugged walls against her flesh was clouding her spirits.

For a moment she felt like letting go. But before that moment was over her hand gave out on her and lost contact with the wall.

Suddenly, a hand reached out just in time to grab her wrist suspending her body in mid-air. She gasped at the sudden pain of the potent weight on her shoulder, but more so because she was still in one piece and floating.

"It's alright I've got you." Said a deep, affectionate voice.

She looked through her squinted eyelids, the last thing she remembered was seeing a dog. Her chest heaved all of a sudden, in a good way. His shaggy head of dark hair partly covered his face, but he was still recognizable.

"Sirius.." She breathed, finding she was too tired to sound any happier.

His lips stretched across his less than perfect teeth in a smile. "Hold on, ill have you up before you know it."

He lifted her up and onto the outside world. Well not exactly outside, they were indoors from what she could tell – in an empty candlelit room. For a moment she let her eyes adjust to her new surroundings, basking in the comfort of having Sirius with her. Sirius watched her, giving her the time she needed to collect herself.

"How'd you find me?" She asked, unveiling the silence.

He smirked, "There are ways Silver, trust me. Voldermort and his foul followers think they're so clever don't they?" he laughed sardonically to himself.

"What do you mean? Why didn't you come and get me before then?" her voice hardened.

He looked at her ruefully, "I've been in these caves before. They seem to forget how long I was in hiding after Azkaban. I was following you, I kept an eye on you to make sure you were safe. But in truth, I'm not quite sure where you would be safer – wandering about out here or back in the caves." He frowned, "But once you landed upon the same spot I too once managed to find, I decided to lead you out."

She understood and nodded. "Thank you so much." She whispered and embraced him quickly.

-

Ministry of Magic. Draco Malfoy read the words to himself, as if it was a sort of reassurance that he had actually made it without anyone knowing about it. Some twisting feeling in his stomach told him the Department of Mysteries should be his first destination. It just seemed appropriate, Silver's location at the moment was a mystery that he needed to solve before it was too late. He waited for the lift to appear, deeming his presence as inconspicuous as it could be. His platinum blonde hair was hidden beneath a hat he had taken from his father's closet, it didn't completely disguise his hair but it was the best he could do at short notice.

The lift arrived and he entered. There was a man in front of him entering as well, and for a moment he seemed familiar until upon looking at him again he realized he did know the man. His shaggy red brown hair was disheveled and untidy, his suit was less than primp and presentable, and his suitcase read the letters RL on the golden plate. It was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from his fourth year at Hogwarts, Professor Lupin. Draco felt his heart race quicker, suddenly nervous the man would recognize him; so nervous, he suddenly didn't have the time to mentally insult Lupin for his cheap clothing and unkempt appearance.

It was too dangerous to be recognized. If word spread of Draco being at the Ministry, his father would see to it that he was removed immediately knowing what his intentions were. Draco stood furthest away from his past professor, far behind him and laid his eyes on him once again. Lupin didn't seem to have even noticed there was someone else in the elevator and all because if he had, he didn't seem to have much care for it. His fists were clenched tightly to his sides and his breathing seemed uneven. He was obviously very anxious about something, but of course Draco wouldn't dare ask why.

After several horizontal, vertical, and sometimes dizzying twists the lift had reached its destination: the Department of Mysteries. Draco was readying himself to walk quickly past the professor, quick enough that he would fail to recognize him. But there was no need for when the doors open, Lupin stepped out before Draco before he even had the chance to sprint away. They were both getting off at the same floor? How peculiar, Draco thought. He lost sight of him after a few seconds, the man was walking at an inhumanly quickened pace, but then again neither of them would exactly fit the description of a normal human. Draco laughed a little at his own cleverness.

He had been here before, but not recently. The corridors were vast, branching out into other small corridors that all led to different offices. He crossed his arms, bringing them close to his chest – it was suddenly freezing. It was as if the season had changed to the cold temperature of the winter in this building. His pale grey eyes looked from one corridor to another, unsure of which would be the right one to begin with. He landed on a darkened one far away from the rest of them. Assuming there wouldn't be anyone in the darker one, he decided to go there.

-

"Run!" Sirius Black yelled out from behind Silver desperately, "Don't let them catch you Silver!"

Silver could hear the pounding of her heart beating in her ears more than she could hear his voice calling out to her. She turned around, still running, watching his figure grow smaller and farther in the distance. The long strands of her whipped across her face as she turned her head to look forward again. She was breathing quickly, trying to maintain a steady breath so she wouldn't tire herself from how fast she was running. She had no idea where she was going, but she couldn't stop. Not now. Lucius would catch her, just like he took Sirius after he sacrificed himself for her. She could already feel the tears pounding at her eyes. It seemed as if crying was all she could do lately and it annoyed her terribly. She had to stay strong and find Harry.

She continued to spring down the vast corridor, it wasn't completely darkened just a bit dim, enough to see ahead of her. And ahead of her she saw a figure, a dark figure running just as fast as she was. Her heart stopped for a minute.

"No, no, no, no.." She whispered to herself repeatedly, fearing the worst. Where would she turn to? She couldn't turn back, Lucius was probably still waiting. She had to fight, that was the solution. She would simply have to fight her way through. She just wished she had her wand. How helpless she felt without it. In a just a moment's time she could use any spell to protect herself with, but without it all she could do was hope to run away before whomever that was got a hold of her. Then suddenly, the figure ahead of her stopped abruptly. She did the same, almost losing her balance in the process.

Now she could see the man better. Could it be? It couldn't. But his white blonde hair was unmistakable.

"Draco.." She whispered disbelievingly.

-

It was her. Draco almost thought it was a hallucination seeing her again, as if it were too heavenly to be real. But it was her. And there she was, standing a mere few feet away. She didn't move from where she stood but he wasn't about to wait. His legs started moving beneath him, walking as fast as could to her. He never broke his gaze away from her and upon inching nearer he noticed how frail she looked. Her subtle tan glow had paled making her appear even paler than he was himself. He moved closer and noticed she was only wearing the uniform blouse and pleated skirt, exposing the weight she had lost from not eating for the three days she was gone. She had always been skinny, and although it wasn't more than a subtle difference, it definitely showed.

She started walking towards him as well, finally realizing it was him. He jogged over to her, scared that if she used up any more of her energy she would faint from exhaustion.

"Draco.." She said wearily as she reached out, touching his arm.

He pulled her into his body, squeezing her hard into his chest and resting his chin on the top of her head. From beneath him he heard her strangled sobs as she squeezed his waist tightly. Her muffled sobs grew louder and heavier.

Draco laid his hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair, "It's alright, I promise. I'll never let you out of my sight again." He struggled to sound strong, but his voice came out more pathetic than he would've liked. The feeling of her body breathing so tightly pressed against his made him go hot in the face, even though it was hardly the time for hormones - but he couldn't help it. He noticed her breathing steady into a more normal pattern, and then she tilted her head up to look at him. He smiled at her, a genuine broad smile that he didn't even think was possible for him to express. "I'm so glad you're alright."

Silver smiled too, dimples marking the corners of her paled lips, but her face still looked tired. Her green eyes weren't as bright as they used to be, her hair was knotted, and her cheeks were moistened with tears. Instinctively, he took the hand he had behind her head and reached for her cheek – his hand softly rubbing off the tears. She smiled again - but this time it reached her eyes, returning the light inhibited within her green orbs. "You came looking for me." She said, her voice low and husky as if she hadn't used it in a while.

His grey eyes searched hers, wondering why she would even doubt that he would've done differently. "Of course I did, you didn't think I'd forget about you…did you?" his voice trailed off questioningly.

She averted her eyes. He knew what she meant.

"Why would you ever think..? As soon as I heard they'd taken you, I started plotting and planning ways to flee Hogwarts to come find you." He said softly, placing a hand on her cheek and gently moving her head back to face him.

"You said you never wanted to, "Her voice cracked mid-sentence, "speak to me again."

A pang of guilt turned her stomach upside down, he had said that to her. And she didn't deserve it. She couldn't help it after all, it wasn't her fault she's found out she's related to that bloody git.

"I think I've learned my lesson then," He smiled sheepishly, "I suppose I've realized how bloody dense I was, because – well because I couldn't help thinking how much I would've despised myself if something..if anything at all..happened to you…"

Her expression hardened, as if she were thinking hard about something.

"You'll forgive me wont you? I' not sure how well I'll cope without speaking to you after today."

She slid her hands up his chest and shoulders, placing them on either sides of his face. "You shouldn't even have to ask. Of course I forgive you Draco."

He lowered his head to reach her eye level, moving in closer to her when a loud cry echoed from a distance.

"Harry." She said, grabbing a hold of Draco's hand and dragging him behind her as she ran with a reserved adrenaline.

"He said they'd be in the room that holds the prophecies. Do you know where that is Draco?" she asked, still running.

Draco hesitated, he didn't want to put her in harm's way again. "Yes." He said simply.

"Right. Where is it then?" She said, panting.

"I can't tell you." He abruptly stopped, causing her to do so as well.

"What? Why not?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"I cant – I wont let you get hurt again." he said, a wistful look in his eyes.

She bit her lip as her pulse began to race and her cheeks redden. "I wont get hurt, I promise. Please, just tell me where it is."

"And how exactly can you promise that? Because I'm nearly certain the deatheaters won't be aware of that promise when they come after you." He snapped.

Usually, she would've grown upset and possibly frustrated with his stubbornness but today she didn't. Today she noted that they had taken a large step, Draco was no longer masquerading his feelings from her. He cared for her and he wasn't modest about it, at least for now he wasn't. She felt tears stinging her eyes again, but this time from happiness. With her free hand, she traced his strong jaw line.

"Stop it…you're making me cry…and I think I've cried enough to last a lifetime these past few days." She laughed dryly.

He smiled at her sadly, "And how is it that I'm making you cry?"

"Because…well…you're just acting so…sweetly."

"So does that mean you'll leave it be and come home?" his voice was hopeful, but inside he knew she wouldn't leave her brother behind.

"Just..please take me to him." She begged.

See, I told you I would update quickly (:
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.
I know its kinda jumpy in that it sort of jumps from Draco's point of view and back to Silvers so i tried to separate it better with dashes.

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