Jana had been quite enjoying the time Christoph was away. It was only when he was gone that she truly blossomed, displaying the parts of her personality Harry enjoyed most. She shared with he, Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Neville, some of her secret adventures with Lupin and Christoph over the years. Although she was disappointed that Steerforth would not be coming to Hogwarts and refused to join the Order having seen him after so long seemed to breathe new life into her. Her eyes were more animated, she smiled, her voice varied in pitch and tone. He was what Harry always dreamed she would be.

Other than Malfoy complimenting Jana's necklace one morning, they seemed to have had a falling out. Harry secretly wished Jana had requited Neville's love. Hermione had borrowed both their valentines and interpreted them for Harry, explaining some sort of antiquated flower language that muggles used to communicate. Hermione was quite impressed that either of them knew enough about the system to share such deep emotions. Harry wasn't. Jana was brilliant, just in her own way.

Snape had assigned what seemed like an impossible endeavor for the Alchemy class to complete. He had heard groans from students who were pouring over books in the library, and causing small explosions in the corridors trying to figure out how to make this particular metal. Jana was in the library late into the evening with Malfoy working on it too. Hermione reassured Harry as Jana left for the library with Malfoy after class.

"Draco doesn't know who Jana is! To him she's just Christoph's sister, and Christoph works with his father. If anything, she's some sort or sick accomplishment for him."

"I've told Jana a million times, be careful around him, his family are deatheaters!" Harry lamented.

"And she will be. She's fine. Everyone needs to stop treating her like a child," Hermioned huffed, pulling him away.

Harry decided to wait up for her, but had fallen asleep on the sofa in front of the dwindling Gryffindor Common Room fire instead. He woke up with a start, and by the looks of the moon outside, it was the middle of the night.

Harry went to fetch the Marauders map from its hiding place in his trunk and spread it out over his bed.

"Where is she?" He asked himself aloud hoping to find her in her bed. He scanned the old parchment frantically and then he saw it - Jana Potter - he felt his heart leap into his throat. The map knew who she really was. And behind her name were the two words Harry never wanted to read - Draco Malfoy.

"The Seventh Floor?" Harry asked himself aloud again and he watched the two names follow one another down the corridor. "Professor Flitwick's office is there...but it's midnight…" and then the two names disappeared.

"Where did they go?"

Harry thought long and hard...and then it hit him. The Room of Requirement. Harry felt himself sink into a panic. He took off down the stairs and exited the Gryffindor Common Room and nearly ran to the Seventh Floor. When he got there it was silent. Harry stroked the wall where he and his friends had passed through so many times for Dumbledore's Army meetings. He imagined what was going on in there and wished desperately that he could go in there and save Jana. He found a good hiding spot around the corner and sat down, resigning to the fact he would have to wait. He grew angrier as time passed. He feared Draco was hurting Jana and began to feel more helpless. And then he heard footsteps.

"Goodnight Draco," Jana whispered with a smile. As she went to walk in the opposite direction, Malfoy caught her hand and pulled her towards him, smirking in a way he had never seen him. He put a hand around her waist and pulled her so closely that Harry couldn't tell where Jana's body began and Draco's ended. And then he did the most impossible thing, he leaned down and started to kiss her deeply and passionately.

Jana did not resist or fight back as Harry expected her to. She seemed to relax and allowed him to touch her face, the scarred side of her face, with his hand gently. When Malfoy finally came up for air, Jana kept her eyes fixed directly on him. Not in a roundabout way. Not a sideways glance. Not vacant. There was only one thing she was trying to see, and it was his archnemesis Draco Malfoy. She grabbed the front of his shirt and gently pulled him towards her. He smiled again excitedly this time, sensing her desire and kissed her with fervor.

Harry had seen quite enough and turned the corner, pointed his wand and whispered, "Stupefy!"

Draco was hit immediately and fell to the ground unconscious. Jana now had her wand out and pointed at him, backing up quickly. She had not illuminated her wand, but frantically waved it around in the dark in front of her. As she tried to escape she fell over her heels and onto the ground, her wand tinkling across the floor and then rolling away from her. Harry was surprised at how helpless she looked, completely blinded by the darkness and now without her wand. She put her hand out and conjured a bluebell flame in attempts to see something as if her wants were as useless as the wood it was made of.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked in a whisper approaching her quickly.

"Harry?!" Jana called desperately.

"Yes it's me," Harry assured her, collecting Jana's wand. He returned it to her and helped to bring her to her feet. Once safe and standing, Jana avoided his gaze, likely embarrassed.

"Don't tell me Draco is another friend from the inn!" Harry chastised.

"Of course not!" Jana replied, horrified at such an accusation, "Please don't tell Christoph...he'll kill me…"

"I won't," Harry replied, "but he's the worst choice imaginable…How long...how long has this been going on?" Harry could barely speak, he was full of rage. He turned around and with all of his anger, kicked Malfoy in the ribs. His body jolted at first, but he did not react, still tangled in the hex but Harry hoped he felt all the pain. Jana went to pass him to check on Draco, but Harry grabbed her arm angrily to stop her.

"Why did you do that?" Jana cried.

"Why would you do this?" Harry retorted, "Draco is vile and cruel and a bully!"

"Draco is my friend," Jana replied with impressive courage.

"Draco is pathetic and his father is a death eater. You're lucky he hasn't tried to kill you!"

"Kill me?!" Jana gasped.

"How long?!" Harry demanded. He realized he was still clutching Jana's arm tightly but did not let go. Jana shook her head.

"HOW LONG?" Harry demanded shaking her.

"Years…" Jana barely whispered.

"Years?!" Harry nearly shouted, trying to remember it was the middle of the night, "You only met each other a few months ago."

"We've known each other for years," Jana corrected, through gritted teeth. She looked a bit scary making the exact eye contact he had longed for since they had met, "How did you find me?"

"Don't change the subject," Harry growled tightening his grip. Jana whimpered under his grasp and tried to free herself.

"How did you find me?" Jana asked once more.

Harry held up the parchment where she could see it and lit the tip of his wand.

"An enchanted map?" Jana asked in disgust, "you're spying on me?"

"I waited so long for you to come back from the library that I fell asleep...when I saw you with Malfoy I was worried-"

Jana's eyes filled with tears, crying, "I thought you were different." Harry's face softened. He finally released Jana and realized how tightly he had been grasping her as he felt the sensation and blood rush back to his finger tips.

"You're just like Christoph!" Jana cried and ran away into the darkness.

Harry followed her back to the Gryffindor Common Room. As he walked with haste through the quiet darkened corridors his mind raced with possibilities.

Jana had known Draco before she came to Hogwarts? Draco knew her before Harry did! How cruel... It was the most unfair thing he could imagine. He feared for her safety. Why on earth was she even around him? Who was responsible for something so, well, irresponsible?

It was early morning when Harry arrived at Dumbledore's office. He was seething over with suspicions and could not wait to speak with the headmaster. Once and for all, he could get rid of Christoph. The inn? Fine. Oliver Wood? Fine. The only way Jana could have ever met Malfoy was through Christoph. Lupin would have never brought her around him.

"Good morning," Dumbledore said as he opened the doors to let him in and then shut them with his very mind, "Is everything alright?"

"Last night I went looking for Jana, she never came to bed."

"Is she alright?" Dumbledore perked up.

"Yeah," Harry replied, sitting across from him at his desk, "I found Jana in the room of requirement...with...with Malfoy."

Dumbledore became very still and listened more deeply.

"They...they were...well… snogging…"

"Not a pair I would imagine but nonetheless...I'm sure that was very uncomfortable for you," Dumbledore said in an apologetic tone.

"It's not even the kiss that bothers me...Jana told me they've been friends for years..."

"What?" Dumbledore replied thoroughly perturbed. Not much bothered Dumbledore.

Harry wondered how it was that he was always so calm and collected.

"Someone had to have broken their vow!"

"Now Harry, that is quite an accusation," Dumbledore replied, putting his hand up as if to silence him.

"Whether you believe me or not.." Harry replied angrily.

"Everyone who has taken a vow is alive and well…" Dumbledore was quiet for a moment. The morning sun was very bright, and Harry watched tiny dust particles dancing in a stream before him as he anticipated a response.

There was a knock on the office door.

"Come in Christoph!" Dumbledore called, not taking his eyes off of Harry. Harry turned to see Christoph slink inside.

"You wanted to see me, Albus?" Christoph asked tousling his messy hair and finishing a yawn before he saw Harry.

"Oh, hello-"

"Come sit down, Christoph," Dumbledore gestured to a nearby chair.

"Yes, sir," Christoph nodded.

"Let us not mince words. I understand that Harry has his suspicions about your familiarity with the Malfoys. That is why I called you here today. But I have just learned-"

"As I said Lucius and I work together. I did explain this, didn't I?" Christoph replied nervously.

"Now Christoph, you and I both know that things go much deeper than that." Harry just watched the two of them talk back and forth, unsure of what to think, unsure of how much Dumbledore already knew. Christoph folded his hands and looked down at the floor, bouncing on his right toe, avoiding their faces.

"Harry has just told me that Jana has known Draco for years-"

Christophs eyes shot up quickly and for the first time since they met he looked genuinely afraid.

"I would like to know how this is."

Christoph looked stunned to silence. He wasn't expecting this and it was clear.

"What makes you think Jana and Draco know each other outside of school?" Christoph attempted poorly to deflect.

"She told me," Harry replied emotionless.

"She did nothing of the sort, and if she did, she's lying."

Harry was about to tell Christoph what had happened, but then thought of what Christoph would do if he knew Jana even held a students hand let alone was snogging Draco Malfoy...he felt sick to his stomach...and restrained himself.

"Did you, or did you not visit Lucius and Narcissa?" Dumbledore's voice sounded unusually stern. Christoph avoided his gaze again, and began to take deep breaths and if stifling a cry.

"I'm sorry Albus-"

"Damnit Christoph - You disobeyed me!" Harry had never heard Dumbledore so angry. "How dare you bring Jana along? It's outrageous."

"I'm sorry. Jana was always safe, I promise."

"And how did you do all this without Liam and Angharad knowing? Without Remus knowing?"

"I planned the meetings around his transformations, and told them I was taking Jana to St. Mungo's..."

"I can not tell you how disappointed I am," Dumbledore's voice was calmer now. "You owe Harry an explanation." And although it was hard to believe, Harry witnessed a small tear run down Christoph's lip, along his chin and finally fall to the floor.

"Please, Albus. Please don't make me," Christoph begged wiping his eyes. Something glinted in Dumbledore's hand, as he leaned across the desk and placed it with a tinkle on the edge. It was a small vial with a cork stopper.

"I ask only that you show him," Dumbledore replied, quietly, and apologetically. Christoph looked up at the vile and took it into his trembling hand. He finally resolved to look Dumbledore in the eyes, begging for reprieve.

"But, Albus-" Christoph murmured.

"He deserves to know," Dumbledore explained, more like a father now than a person in charge, "Otherwise, he will continue to go on believing something that simply isn't true."

Christoph swallowed hard, and shot a glance at Harry, his eyes now full of pain and resentment. He pulled out his wand, never taking his eyes off of Harry, and pointed its tip at his temple. As tears streamed down his face, and he labored to breathe, he began to slowly siphon a thin billowy strand from the corner of his eyebrow that grew in length as he lead the wand's tip further and further away from his mind. When he was finished and dropped the strand into the vile so that it coiled to fit itself snugly, capping it with the stopper. He nursed it in his hand for a minute before he handed it to Harry, but didn't let go. Not until Harry looked him in the eye.

"My deepest pain," Christoph said. He swiftly stood up and headed for the door.

"Christoph," Dumbledore called after him. Christoph stopped mid step.

"Am I relieved of my duties, sir?" Christoph asked.

"Pardon?" Dumbledore replied.

"You do understand that I can not continue to live here. To take care of Jana, once Harry sees that in the Pensieve. My most private thoughts and memories, Albus. IS NOTHING SACRED?!" His voice echoed through the grand office. Fawkes even ruffled her feathers. Harry could see the tension in Christoph's broad shoulders and he stood still, just waiting for Dumbledore to say something.

"It depends," Dumbledore replied, "Harry. Are you going to examine that?"

Without even giving it a second thought, Harry replied, "Yes."

"Then, yes, Christoph. You are relieved. I thank you for your time here at Hogwarts with Jana. I will personally notify the Ministry of your return."

Christoph turned around and looked at Harry one last time, "And Jana?"

"Will finish the year here at Hogwarts and be safely returned home," Dumbledore informed.

"You win," Christoph sneered and walked out the door.

Dumbledore gestured to the pensieve. Harry marched over quickly to it, and dumped the contents of the vile in one swift movement. A desolate city street appeared before him…

"Now listen to mummy," a woman's voice said gently, grasping in her hands the innocent and very thin face of a 7 year old boy, "You must hide in there. Be quiet as a mouse and don't move." There was a loud explosion from somewhere nearby and a scream. Dust blew down the alleyway. From where it came, no one was sure.

"But I want to come with you," the boy complained, almost on the verge of tears. The woman fixed the child's hair, and buttoned up his coat. She searched her own cloak for something very rapidly before revealing an antique pocket watch.

"Remember your numbers now, Christoph?" the woman reminded pointing to the face of the watch. "When this long hand is on the 12, and the small hand is on the 11, you can come out. But not until then. This is very important."

"Yes, mother." She handed the pocket watch to him. There were angry voices coming from behind a building. Around them was something that looked like Diagon Alley, but abandoned, with glass windows broken in pieces, and posters littering the streets. A sign on Olivander's Wand Shop hung higety-pigety, as if the next gust of wind would knock it clear off. And windy it was. The woman adjusted her cloak to shield herself from the violent gusts, kneeling down to be eye level with the boy.

"Christoph, I am sorry. I am sorry and I love you," the woman said before the tears welling up in her eyes had the chance to cascade down her boy stood very still for a moment, until the yelling and screaming approached. However the woman did not seem afraid. She stood there still.

"I love you Christoph," she said again. Christoph finally realized he was still standing there and ran down the alleyway and hid where he was told. He peeked between where the fence and the building met to watch, even though he was sure he was not supposed to.

"WHERE'S THE BOY?" A few witches and wizards came down the alleyway toward the woman, their wands pointed at her.

"Nathaira, I love my son," the woman said, "You know that. We were both in Slytherin at Hogwarts. In the same house. Doesn't it mean anything to you?"

"I FOUND THEM!" Nathaira called, ignoring the woman.

"You held him in your arms. You came for his birth-"

"CRUCIO!" Nathaira yelled.

The woman fell to her knees in pain, "This pain in nothing to me Nathaira," the woman somehow continued calmly, "To the pain of bringing my son into this world"

"She is for the dark lord," a man reminded as he approached Nathaira, "we need the boy. How are we to find him if-"

"Thank you Lucius," it was Voldemort, looking more human than reptile, and well dressed.

"Seven years...seven years and I've finally found you," Voldemort hissed approaching the woman.

"You can't have him, Tom," the woman said. Even Nathaira gasped.

"You dare call the Dark Lord by his given name?"

"It's okay Thorfinn. She won't be calling anyone, anything, anymore," he took out his wand, and pointed to her chest. The woman labored to stand up and looked Voldemort in the eyes.

"I am not afraid anymore, Tom. Nathaira, I think this is goodb-"

"AVADAKEDAVRA."

And as if someone had blown a candle out, the woman collapsed to the cobblestoned ground, and the horrified scream of a child rang out between the buildings. Everyone was immediately alerted. Christoph's eyes widened and he covered his own mouth, but it was too late. He began to squeeze between the stone facades trying to find somewhere else to hide. It was not long until he was grabbed up by one of the wizards in the black cloaks. And he writhed, and he screamed and disapparated with them.

They landed on a patch of grass in front of a very large mansion. The boy was dragged in through the front door as all of the cloaked figures gathered around a handsome dining table. A woman with white and black hair who was expecting, and very soon, came up behind a younger looking Lucius Malfoy, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We think we've found him Narcissa," Lucius said, as he took a seat near the head of the table.

"Your name," Voldemort sighed, examining the boy closely.

"Where is my mother?"

"Your mother? Your mother is dead, dear boy. We are at war," Voldemort replied emotionlessly. The boys eyes grew large and he began to cry. Narcissa placed a hand on her large stomach and looked uncertain and sad.

"You are to become a mother quite soon, Narcissa. Of course, it is only natural for you to want to comfort the boy," Voldemort said in an uncanny way, gesturing to him. Narcissa immediately wobbled over to him, and delicately sat down so that she could speak with him more eye to eye.

"Now, now. What is your name?" she took his hand.

"Christoph Rosier."

"That's a good boy. Are you hungry Christoph?" The boy wiped his tears and reluctantly nodded.

"It's all I needed to know Narcissa, thank you, you may do as you wish with him. Just keep him alive." Narcissa took Christoph's hand and guided him away from the table and through the mansion until she reached a large and elaborate kitchen. It was full of house elves.

"What do you like to eat, Christoph? The elves can make you anything you want."

"Bread…"

"Bread? Of course!" Narcissa handed him a roll as well as some jam.

"How about some chicken?" Narcissa offered him many things, but he refused.

"When's the last time you took a bath?" Christoph shook his head. "Come I'll draw you a nice hot bath."

The scene blurred into darkness as the two figures walked away. The next thing Harry heard was a man's voice calling in the distance.

"Christoph? Christoph! My boy? Where are you?" Loud footsteps echoed off of the sterile marble floor in Malfoy Manor, as they approached the nursery that had been lovingly set up for a baby to come. In it Narcissa helped Christoph dress into some pajamas that were clearly not meant for someone his size, but they were clean. The man appeared in the doorway. He was an average height, not too tall, not too short, not too thin, not too heavy, with a prominent chin and a nose that has been broken quite a few times. It was his eyebrows that reflected the small boys, sharpley square at the center and pointed at the ends, and permanently curious even when looking at nothing at all.

"Is it really you?" the man implored, dropping to his knees and grabbing the boys upper arms.

"Who are you?" Christoph queried, furrowing his brow, trying to wriggle from the man's grip.

"Christoph, I am your father. Your mother took you away from me, but now we are together," the man sighed, his eyebrows relaxing and parting ways.

"No!" Christoph shouted, trying to wriggle away, "No!"

"Christoph!" The man tried, picking him up as he kicked his legs violently.

"Evan, he's just a boy. He doesn't understand-"

"Stay out of this Narcissa," Evan snapped, "I don't know what your mother told you, but I am not the one to be afraid of."

"They killed her!" Christoph screamed and cried, finally breaking free from the man's arms and hiding beneath the crib at the corner of the room.

"Is she really dead, Narcissa?" Evan asked, a little weary. Narcissa covered her face before the tears welling in her eyes dripped down her face. She nodded and walked out of the room, holding onto the mouldings to keep herself from falling over. It was difficult for her to walk, the child inside her ready to be born.

"Christoph. Christoph…" Evan tried gently, getting on his knees and crawling towards the crib, "My name is Evan. Evan Rosier. Your mother and I did not get along. I am sorry for that. But I did not want her to die. We want to protect you, Christoph. We care about you very much. I want to teach you everything. You will be a powerful wizard. Like me, like your grandfather. Don't you want to learn how to harness your powers?" The boy peeked his head out from beneath the crib and looked at the man with uncertainty. "You look so much like your grandfather. It's a shame you will never know him."

"But I am afraid," Christoph said, "Tom will kill us."

"Do not call him that. He is the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord Voldemort," Evan explained, "And you needn't be afraid of him. I work for him."

"So it was you who had mother killed!"

"No, dear child, no! Please understand…" Evan's face dissipated into nothingness, and Harry was suddenly audience to a picnic on some grass outside Malfoy Manor. On a sheet, was a young Christoph, a little bit older, holding an unmistakably blonde little boy in his arms: Draco Malfoy.

"Don't cry," Christoph said gently, bopping the baby in his arms.

"I'll take him, Christoph, dear," Narcissa swooped in.

"Come, my son, I want to show you something," a voice said from behind him. It was Evan, his sleeves rolled up on this warm spring day, his Dark Mark glistening in the light, clear for anyone to see, unashamedly.

"Yes, father," Christoph said following after him a few hundred feet away near the edge of a clearing.

"You see that tree there?" Evan asked. Christoph nodded. Evan flung the tip of his wand towards it and shouted, "REDUCTO!" The tree split down the middle, pieces of bark hurling away and falling to the ground. Christoph's eyes were full of intrigue.

"Want to learn to do that?" Evan asked, like an overzealous teenage boy to a friend.

"Evan," it was a man who Harry did not recognize say this with an asymmetrical face and pattern baldness, "He is too young just yet. Wait until he can get his own wand. We don't want the Ministry finding us. The trace and all."

"What do you know? He's my son," Evan replied back immaturely. Just then, a path of trees set on fire and smoke began to billow up from the clearing, disrupting the beautiful cloudless sky. Christoph's eyes were suddenly filled with fear. It was Voldemort who had just torched these trees.

"You will not perform magic. Not just yet. But never fear the Ministry. They are a bunch of muggle loving imbeciles," Voldemort's voice slithered between the father and son, "We're winning Christoph, and soon, you will be able to do magic wherever and whenever you want. Do you understand?"

Christoph nodded, "Yes, my Lord."

"Good boy," Voldemort replied, patting Christoph on his head. Christoph ran off back towards the picnic anxiously and sidled up next to Narcissa, who comforted him.

The beautiful day turned to darkness and and gloom and shouting. Streams of brightly colored lights, red and green and yellow and purple flew through the air. A bit of wall burst and exploded into pieces, a large chunk knocking over a table. The smoke cleared, and the figure that appeared was Mad Eye Moody, but he had both of his natural eyes, and looked younger, and thinner, and less weather-worn.

"You're under arrest!" Mad Eye roared, pointing his wand at Evan, covered in particles from blasts, cuts across his face.

"Never!" Evan screamed, casting a curse at Mad Eye, separating a piece of his nose from his face. Blood gushed from Mad Eye's face, as he scrambled to recollect himself, he shot a curse back at Evan, just missing him. A green flash of light filled the space between the bloodied Mad Eye and Evan's body, surrounding him, and then Evan fell to the ground, motionless.

"No! Father!" Christoph's voice came from somewhere, as a young boy, leaped on the corpse.

"There's a child!" Mad Eye screamed. Another cloaked figure appeared behind him. It was Remus Lupin.

"Father! Father! Wake up!" Christoph sobbed, shaking the dead figure to no avail.

"Come, it's dangerous here," Lupin said gently, trying to lift the boy. Christoph grabbed the wand from his father's hand and pointed it at Lupin's face.

"Crucio!" The boy cried, but nothing came from the wand. Mad Eye, ripped the wand from the boy's hand, and assisted Lupin in restraining him as Christoph screamed.

"What should we do with him Alastor?" Lupin asked.

"Dumbledore will know what to do," Mad Eye replied. Then everything went black.

Harry felt warm suddenly and the faintest hint of candlelight caught his eyes.

"Where is your mother?" Dumbledore's voice came distinctly. Harry saw young Christoph sitting silently in an armchair in what looked like an office, but so much of it was blurry and unclear, he could not be sure.

"They killed her," Christoph said.

"Who did?"

"The man my father works for," Christoph replied.

"And who is that?"

"The Dark Lord."

"And where is your father?"

"Dead."

"And how did he die?"

"The men who work for you killed him."

"Your father was supposed to be arrested, not killed. However, he resisted."

"Is the war over? Are the muggles gone?"

"The war is not over. The muggles must be protected."

"The Dark Lord says the muggles are to be enslaved."

"He is wrong."

"The Dark Lord is to be obeyed, sir. You must obey him."

"He is to be ignored and forgotten," Dumbledore replied angrily.

Harry stood up from peering into the pensieve and looked at Dumbledore, overwhelmed with the information.

"Do tell Jana that Christoph has left...the reason is up to you..."