Chapter 22


(Draco POV)

His father had returned that morning and he honestly felt a bit queasy at the prospect of a confrontation. Especially one that he one hundred percent didn't want to do. But he was doing it for the wizarding world. Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, he entered his father's study.

'What the hell are you doing in here?' The blond man looked up from his newspaper as he walked in.

Don't lose the courage now. Don't be a coward.

'Father. I've been thinking. Perhaps, I should spend more time with Astoria. After all, she is going to be my wife, is she not?' He said in a formal manner.

'My, my, your attitude has improved. Well perhaps that can be arranged then. I will send the elves for her.'

'NO! I mean, don't you think it would be better to get to know her in her childhood home, really extract the essence of her life?' He muttered, almost gagging at the words that were coming out of his mouth. He watched the man in front of him frown and could anticipate the sweat pooling underneath his armpits. He uttered the cooling charm on himself so his father wouldn't suspect. After another few gruelling minutes, he stood up and laughed. Draco nearly pooped in his pants. Here he was talking about a serious matter and the man had the audacity to laugh. Not a normal laugh either. A real guttural laugh. What the hell was he playing at? Draco felt bile coming up his throat but he swallowed it back down. There was no time for that. Maybe later. Lucius circled the table and pulled him into a hug. He tried not to flinch at the contact but he was seriously concerned that he was going to die. After a moment, Lucius pulled back and went back to his desk.

'Brilliant. Absolutely marvellous idea. I will send the elves to inform Norman and Astoria that you will be arriving shortly. But I have placed the trace on you so if this is a hoax and you try to run, I will know where you are. It will lift once you get to Hogwarts.' Lucius replied. Oh, so that was what the awkward hug was about. How could he have been so foolish? But he supposed either way, he was in this trap. 'Why the hell are you still here boy? I have very important matters to deal with and you have a wife to beat…' He coughed. 'I mean see.' He gestured for him to leave and he sighed a breath of relief once he was outside.

Dawdling back to his room, he began collecting his belongings and putting them in his trunk. At least he wasn't confined to this house anymore. But that also meant dealing with his spoilt future wife.

Better her than your father.

He couldn't argue with that. He decided to compose a letter to Ellie in the hopes that she would be glad that he was making progress.

Erin,
I have managed to succeed the first of my tasks. Wish me luck. If you don't receive an owl from me within a week, send in the rescue squad.
Damien xx

He called for Aquilla and the tawny owl took the letter from him almost immediately knowing who it was for.

'Hah. Smart bird.' He said as she flew off.

'I assume Eleanora put you up to this?' He jumped when he heard the voice.

'Mother. What makes you say Ellie had anything to do with this?' He asked.

'Your owl, silly. You just sent a letter. The only letters you ever send are to either her or Blaise. Lately, just her.' Narcissa smirked and glided elegantly into the room.

'Mother, how do you know…you've been reading my mail? Can't a man get any privacy?' He groaned and placed a photograph of him and his mother into his trunk.

'Now, now son. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Besides, I find it rather charming that she's become your pen pal. I may only know what you've told me about her before the war, but I dare say all the animosity has been lost. I do believe, I would quite like to meet her.' She rambled with a glint of hope in her eyes.

'Yes, all well and good mother. But she is under house arrest in the Black house and I'm currently very busy.' Draco muttered, blushing a little at the underlying meaning in her words.

'Oh dear. You do forget that I am a Black and that was my childhood home. I could very easily find my way in, even if Potter has his protection charms. Who said you even had to be there?'

'Mother. I promise you will meet her someday, but please can it be on my terms?' He suggested.

'Alright. Fine. I won't go and see her.' She conceded. 'So, I assume there is a reason for you going to see Astoria.'

'Yes, but I can not tell you any of the details.' He mumbled in response as he placed the last of it in his trunk.

'Alright darling. But do be careful. Norman Greengrass is a very astute man. It won't take much for him to figure out what you are up to. Make sure your plan is full-proof.' The woman pulled her son into a hug. 'I love you, Draco.'

'I love you too mother.' He replied. 'Don't worry, I have a plan.' He shrunk his trunk and put it in his pocket and turned to leave. But before he exited the room, he turned back to her. 'Please take care of yourself.'

She smiled but didn't respond and so he left her to go to the floo network in the ballroom.


Without a delay, he threw some floo powder in and shouted 'Greengrass Manor'. He landed with a puff of soot surrounding him. 'Merlin, when was the last time this was cleaned?'

'The summer of 92. I believe.' He looked up at the voice. 'I do apologise my boy; we shall get that squared away immediately. Scourgify. Now. Welcome. Astoria is in the library, doing lord knows what. Probably reading soppy romance novels. Why don't you go and join her?' Norman Greengrass suggested, ushering him away as quickly as possible. He could sense some urgency in his voice and couldn't help but wonder what had caused his frantic steering away from the ballroom. Once he was out of the room and out of Senior Greengrass' sight, he creeped back towards the door which had been left slightly ajar. What he wouldn't do for an invisibility cloak at this moment. He slunk behind the door and snuck a glance inside the ballroom. He had expected to see Greengrass alone, however, there was another man inside the room with him.

'A bit risky don't you think sir?' A familiar voice that Draco couldn't place came from inside the room.

'You dare insinuate that I do not know what I am doing boy?' Norman seethed. Whoever the now young man was, he was going to be in trouble soon.

'No. Not at all sir. It's just you know what the Golden Trio is like…they'd sniff it out like bloodhounds.' There was a sudden smack and the boy whimpered, Draco winced too. It sounded like it hurt.

'Those blasted children never knew how to stay out of the law. But they will not succeed. Not this time. We have something that they don't.' Norman said angrily.

'What's that sir?'

'Not now boy. In time, if you are good you will learn our secrets. But for now, you will do what we say or your precious family will know the consequences.' Norman chuckled; Draco shuddered. So, Mr. Greengrass was definitely in on the deatheaters plan and he had manipulated someone – no blackmailed someone into doing their bidding. He wondered if he had anything to do with the attack in Milan. He needed to find out more.

'What of Draco? Your future son in law.' The boy asked. Draco's interest piqued. Was he being thrown under the bus?

'What of him? He is in no way attached to this.' Norman raised his voice.

'I wouldn't be so sure sir. He has a connection to the Zabini girl. Or as we used to know her as Miss Granger.' He replied.

'Is that so? And what kind of connection do you think that may be?' Norman queried.

'I wouldn't have a clue sir. Their past is nothing but hostility but since she is now pureblood and his best friend's twin sister, there could be problems. I would advise you to be careful. You know how dangerous Granger is to your operation.'

'Perhaps you are right. I will work hard to ensure he stays in his place. But for now, you will go and do as you are told, imperio!' Draco was seething. How dare this guy, whoever he was, throw him under the bus. Now he had to tread extra carefully. Maybe he could sneak another glance to see who the snitch was, but he heard the floo go off and he knew the guy was gone. He heard movement inside the room and quickly rushed to hide around the corner. Norman entered the foyer and ascended the stairs and to the left. Good. So, he wasn't heading towards the library. It was time to find what he came for. Creeping out of his hiding place, he walked silently up the stairs towards the library. If ever he was disillusioned by the amount of work he had cut out for him, it would be now. The Greengrass library was unlike anything he had seen before. The old Victorian style library stood about four floors high and had bookcase upon bookcase stacked with all kinds of books imaginable. He walked to the first shelf on his right and noticed a lot of the books there were ones that had been discontinued from production for various reasons. A lot of them seemed quite ancient as well. He sighed. It was going to be a long day and night.

Looking around the rows, he began to notice a categorisation system emerge. There were shelves of healing potions books, Quidditch Law, Charms, Wand-lore and practically everything else. He moved his way around the library and came to a secluded corner on the third floor. The dark shelves were littered with books pertaining to what he assumed were dark objects. The titles on the covers had long since faded however, the yellowing pages still held their original print. Upon reading the book, he had never heard of any of the objects mentioned. He kept his search of the shelves but nothing seemed to have any mention of a Gwydion's Misguide.

Annoyed that his search was quickly becoming futile, he angrily made his way to the final floor of the library. Upon reaching the floor however, he quickly slid in behind a nearby shelf. He saw Astoria, who was sitting at a desk, and was reading – wait a minute, was she reading her year six transfiguration textbook? He shook his head in shock. He never in a million years believed that Astoria Greengrass would be reading her textbook before school time. Shaking the thought from his head, he walked silently around, avoiding Astoria as much as he could and searched the exorbitant number of books in front of him. When he exhausted the supply, he sat down in the middle of the shelves and opened the book he had collected from the third floor again. Flipping through the book, he tried to find the misguide but it was of no use. There was no mention of it anywhere. He sighed in frustration which he immediately regretted for he had blown his cover.

'Hello? Who's there?' Astoria asked. 'Mum? Dad? Is that you?' She rounded the corner into his hiding place. 'DRACO! What are you doing here?' He was tackled from his sitting position to a lying position to the floor by the girl. 'I've missed you.' He groaned and inwardly vomited. He plastered on as much believable energy as possible and replied.

'I came to see you. We've still got a lot to plan.' Damn it, Draco, why did you say that?

'Oh. I'm so glad. You can help me with the décor. I was thinking a royal blue theme. What do you reckon?'

'Tori. Can we not do this now? I only just got here.'

'Ah. Sorry. Ok. Well, did you want me to show you to your room then?' She asked. 'What were you reading?' She picked up his discarded book. 'Obscene Forgotten Objects? Now why in the world would you read something like that?'

'Ah for fun, I guess.' He replied lamely.

'Draco Malfoy, your idea of fun is not very fun at all.' She whined and helped him stand. 'Did you bring me anything?' She asked, a hopeful puppy dog eyed look in her eyes. What a spoiled brat, he thought.

'Ah. Yes. But it's a surprise.' He lied. 'You've got to go to your room and I will go and get it.' He said.

'Oh, I love surprises. I hope my Drakie Wakie bought me something good.' He nearly puked right then and there. Drakie Wakie? Merlin, it was a Pansy Parkinson situation again.

'Oh yeah. It's really good. Now go on, or you won't get your surprise.' He said.

'Ok then. You had better come soon though. I'll die if you keep me waiting.' She said and ran off towards her room. Ugh, she was so childish. But he had better think of something fast. He suddenly got it. He ran as fast as he could to the floo network. The only place he could go was home but that was where he needed to go and flooed home.


'Minky!' He yelled.

'Yes, Master Draco, sir. What can I do for you?' The little elf asked.

'I need you to get me the pearl necklace heirloom of Aunt Bellatrix's please.'

'Yes sir. Right away sir. Anything you say sir.' She popped out. Wait. Did his personal elf just start speaking like the Zabini elves? No. Focus Draco. It doesn't matter right now.

The elf reappeared a moment later with the black box and he thanked her before re-flooing to the Greengrass mansion.


He made his way to Astoria's bedroom and knocked on the door. It flung open after the second knock.

'What took you so long? I'm dying to know what you got me.' She pulled him into her room. It was an awful combination of teal and terracotta brushed up against blackwood furniture. The worst was the fuzzy pink carpets over the usual beautiful hardwood floors. The room had so much going on it gave Draco a headache. 'So, are you going to show me?' She pouted, placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. He handed her the black box and she squealed in delight making him flinch and step back a little. He hoped this would appease her. He didn't want to give her any of the precious heirlooms so he suspected his deranged Aunt's would do the trick. His mother never cared for her sister's jewellery anyway. Judging by her room, Astoria would love it. It had that same warped style that she seemed to adore.

Astoria opened the box and another shriek left her mouth. If she didn't stop doing that, Draco was sure he'd be deaf before he even turned nineteen. 'Oh Draco, it's wonderful. Could you please put it on me?' She asked and he obliged. She went to observe in her mirror and he took the chance to back out of the room slowly when she wasn't looking. 'WHERE ARE YOU GOING?' She suddenly yelled at him demonically. 'You don't just give me a wonderful gift and then run off, what the hell is your problem?' She came across the room and pulled him to sit on her bed. He politely obeyed but he was officially scared of this woman now. One minute she was at most tolerable and the next she'd rip you to shreds. He was sure he'd be murdered by her if they did get married. He dreaded the thought of what would happen if he did break the contract. He gulped and made up an excuse.

'Please Tori. I need to go to the bathroom.' He lied.

'Well, why didn't you say so?' She replied and went back to looking at herself in the mirror. 'Go then. I'll see you later. I'm just going to admire myself with the necklace on.' He didn't have to be told twice. He sprinted away from that room and called for a house-elf to direct him to his room. The house-elf, whose name he found was Dana, gladly showed him to his room which ended up being a suite. He took his trunk out of his pocket and enlarged it again, opening it and pulling out some parchment. It was going to be difficult to send a letter to Ellie now that he was here. He wished he had brought Aquilla. But he knew that would've been next to impossible. But instead, he just wrote all his findings down.

Greengrass part of plan

It is a weapon

Familiar young man involved ~ Under imperius curse ~ Possible family hostage situ.

He stowed the parchment at the bottom of his trunk and fell onto his bed with a frustrated sigh. His life was getting so complicated. First, he was abused by his father and then forced into a loveless engagement/marriage contract. He then finds out he has bloody feelings for his best friend's sister and possibly always had and now he was part of the order and trying to stop the bad guys. There was also something thrown in about prophecies but he didn't even want to go there right now. Ugh, his headache was getting worse. How did Potter, Weasley and Ellie handle all this stress all the time? He would never know. Sighing again, he closed his eyes and let the thought of Ellie lull him to sleep.


(Blaise POV)

Potter had interrogated them for about an hour and then kept them around to see if they could find any clues. But they had found absolutely nothing. Luckily the supposed disappearance hadn't broken the disillusionment charm on the alley to muggles. Otherwise the obliviation department would have to have been called in. They had no leads apart from the threats made at the ministry and the break-out from Azkaban. It was a dead end. So, in the end Potter had let them go, unable to find a reason for them to stay.

Upon arriving back at the Zabini Manor, Theo had sprung on him that he would be leaving that night to return to England. He had assumed that the man would do so as he could barely part from his beloved girlfriend. Now as they stood at the edge of the floo, rain pouring down outside, he couldn't help but feel like he once had during the war when life was uncertain. One wrong move and your life could be erased without a hesitation. He pulled Theo into a hug.

'Hey…what's this about mate?' He asked in shock but returned the hug, nevertheless. Blaise pulled back.

'Stay safe mate. You know exactly what these people are like. I want both you and Daphne to take care of yourselves. Also say hi to my sister. Let her know that I am ok.' Blaise explained. Theo put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder.

'You saw her this afternoon Blaise. She'll be fine. She knows you're ok. I'll see you at school alright?' Theo smiled and removed his hand and stepped into the fireplace. 'Take care of yourself mate. They could target you as well.'

'I will.' Without a moment more hesitation, Theo flooed back to England and Blaise suddenly felt more alone than ever. He sighed and made his way to his parent's study where he knew they would be. He knocked on the door and heard his mother grant his entry.

'Blaise! I thought you and Theo were out? Where is he by the way?' Valentina asked.

'Theo has gone back to England. It is just the three of us now.' He replied.

'And Eleanora? Did you see her?' Roberto chimed in.

'I did, padre. She sends her love.' Blaise sank down on the nearest chair.

'Oh. So, what is wrong my son?' Roberto looked over his glasses at him, rubbing his chin.

'I fear for Ellie and her friends. I fear for Draco. I fear for Isobel. We're not even six months out of the last war and we have to relive the suffering again. You weren't there madre e padre. It was just a giant stack of rubble. Not a single soul was found. Do you know what that means? It's possible hundreds of lives were lost today. That's not the worst of it. It is the ever-traumatising hope that your loved ones could still be alive but never truly knowing if they are that gets me. I don't know what I would do if I lost my friends. I don't know what I'd do if I lost my sister or even you that way. I'm beginning to see that Theo is right. It is not safe for us to be here. Everyone knows where we live and lord knows the protective spells wouldn't protect us for very long. We need to leave. Now. Before they get to us.'

'But figlio…' His mother began to argue.

'Don't you get it mamma? Ellie is part of the Golden Trio. Everyone knows that we are her only family now. We are prime targets too. We need to go into hiding.' He shouted.

'Now. Son. Please. Just listen to me. We have very important business deals that we must attend to and we can't just up and leave. You must understand how important it is in our society.'

'Yes papa, I do understand but this is your lives we are talking about here.' Blaise retorted.

'We are aware our lives are in danger and are very grateful to Mr. Potter for putting up our protection spells. We recently invested in…what is it again darling?' The senior Zabini trailed off.

'A wizarding estate security cell love.'

'Ah yes. A wizarding estate security cell which has been activated over the entire estate and can only be deactivated by my voice. Apparently, it is based of some muggle technology. I do believe Arthur Weasley was right about those muggles. Quite ingenious.' His parents both nodded in agreement.

'But that's not exactly full proof.' Blaise complained. He sighed. 'Can I at least show you the catacombs?'

'The catacombs? My dear boy, what on earth are you talking about?' Roberto replied in confusion.

'Follow me.' He gestured for his parents to follow and they made their way down to the statue of Great Aunt Henrietta. He pushed the stone to the side and heard an audible gasp from behind him.

'How on earth did you find this place?' His mother cried.

'Playing hide and seek with Draco as a boy.' He replied. 'Lumos. Come on then.' They made their way down the steps into the old tunnel passageways.

'Absolutely incredible. I had heard of the historical passageways that were under the estate but had no idea that they still existed. You know after the wars and such.' His father explained.

'Only the main tunnel still exists, the others were wiped out during the war. This one leads to the cellar of the brewery. So, if you ever need a back way to escape or just somewhere to hide, this is your safest bet.' He said.

'So, what are you going to do, Blaise?' His mother asked. 'Stay here or go back to England?'

'Well. I…'

'Hello? Is there anyone here?' He was interrupted.

'Isobel? What is she doing here?' He asked to no one in particular. Abandoning his parents, he went to greet his future wife. He found her on the second landing.

'Blaise? Where have you been?' She asked. 'I've been calling for like five minutes.'

'Sorry. I was showing my parents something important.' He replied truthfully. 'What are you doing here?' She suddenly ran into his arms crying and he felt overwhelmed. What had happened? 'Hey…shhh…Isobel. Please. Tell me what's wrong.'

She spoke through her sobs. 'It's…my…family. They…were…in the…Milan attack. They're gone Blaise.' He stood there in shock. Hadn't he just been speaking about that? That their families weren't safe, their best bet was to go into hiding.

'Oh, my dear. What seems to be the problem?' Valentina ascended the stairs and rushed to their aid, Roberto following behind.

'It's her family. They were caught in the Milan attack.' Blaise explained. 'You see what I mean now?' He sneered. She glared at him and extracted the poor red-haired witch from his arms and wrapped her arms around her.

'Come now dear. We will get you cleaned up. Jinx, Sandy.' The two elves appeared. 'Please make a room for Isobel.' She said.

'Yes mistress. Right away mistress. Anything you say mistress. Would Miss Isobel like a room close to Master Blaise?'

'Anywhere is fine.' The girl said.

'Yes, young miss. Right away miss. Anything you say miss.' The two elves disappeared and Valentina guided the girl towards the guest wing with Blaise looking on in longing. He wished he could alleviate his girl's pain but there was no way he could as far as he was aware.

'Now, son. I want to hear no more talk of this leaving. You hear me. You can leave and go into hiding if you want. But your mother and I will not be going with you. But if you know your standing, you will stay here with your future wife.' Roberto brushed past him and went up the stairs. Blaise groaned. He was only trying to do what was best for his family. Why couldn't they see that?

Frustrated, he stalked back to his room and flopped onto his bed, his discarded Macbeth play lay beside him. He rolled over and picked up the book and began reading it again from the scene he had left off.


A few hours later and he had finished the entire play. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. A man wanted to gain a worthless title so much that he would kill the people in his way to get it. It sounded much like what had happened in their lives. Hadn't Voldemort killed so many people to reach his 'ideal' world? In the end the good had outlawed the evil. However, the evil threatened to re-emerge and had done so today. He sighed and got up to look out his window. His future wife had lost almost everything today. He was pretty sure his family was all she had left. All her grandparents had been murdered at the hand of Yaxley in the first war. Her parents had been lucky that they had been at the hospital giving birth to her and her sister at the time.

He suddenly felt hands snake around him and it was as if thinking about her had conjured her out of thin air.

'Hey Blaise, what are you thinking about?' She asked.

'You. Well. Everyone in my life right now.' He replied.

'Your mother told me about what you said.' She turned him around in her arms and he could now hold her.

'And you probably think I'm a fool.' He mused and looked down.

She placed her hand on his cheek and he looked back into her eyes. 'I don't think you are a fool. I agree with you.'

'You think we should leave and go into hiding somewhere?' He quirked an eyebrow. She agreed with him.

'Yes. As much as I love the comforts of a mansion, it puts us in a targetable position. Especially since your sister is the whole brains behind the Golden Trio situation. How is Hermione, uh I mean Ellie anyway?' She asked.

'Ellie is good. She hates being locked up though.' He sighed.

'I can only imagine. She was never the type to sit around and do nothing. Although, I suppose that's what we'd be doing if we leave. I hate leaving your parents though, can we convince them to come as well?' She replied.

'I tried love. They are too stubborn. But they've got all the protection they need if they do happen upon some danger. They do have wands remember.' He said and kissed her forehead. 'We'll have to decide where to go but I'll have to let Potter know that I am leaving my post.' He covered his mouth; he had said too much.

'Harry? What have you been up to?' She pulled out of their embrace. Well the cat was out of the bag now. He might as well tell the girl.

'I'm working for Harry. I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on things in Italy for him. In terms of the threats that have been happening at the ministry and the escaped death eaters. Not to mention the whole thing with the prophecies and a weapon they have.' He explained.

'Whoa. Back up. Please start at the beginning.' She frowned and sat on his bed. He smirked. In pureblood society that would've never flied. The fiancée would never be allowed to sit on the bed of her partner. However, the man was allowed to sit on her bed. It was a stupid rule that was sexist and made no sense. That's why he was glad he was marrying a half-blood. No stupid pureblood rules. Well apart from the actual marriage part. He came and sat beside her.

'It all started with a prophecy that was told by Theo. Then another by Daphne. Apparently, they are in the covenant of seers. Anyway, the prophecy foretold….' He then continued to tell her the entire story of how the prophecies came to be, how all four of them (Theo, Daphne, Draco and himself) joined the order, to where they found out about Gwydion's Misguide and how they had no leads as to what it's use may be. Once he was done, she sat and contemplated all that he said. He could understand if it was hard to process as he was finding it difficult himself. After a moment, she came to a conclusion.

'Blaise, I want to join the order.' She said.

'You, what?' That wasn't what he expected at all.

'You heard me. I want to join the order. I want to help. Look, I have a knack for history and herbal medicine. Please just let me help. I want to know what happened to my family and I want to help fight whatever caused the attack.' She said, pointedly.

'Well. You'll have to take it up with Harry…'

'Great. We'll go and see him then.' She replied, pulling him to a standing position. 'Pack your stuff hon, we're leaving.'

'But I can't just abandon my post.' He argued.

'Shh…Harry is still going to be in Milan tonight. So, we go and visit him at the site. That way you wouldn't be abandoning your post at all.' She kissed him on the cheek.

'Oh, good thinking.' He agreed.

'Of course, it was good thinking. Someone has to be the smart one in the relationship.' She poked her tongue out at him and giggled. 'Alright now, love. Get packing.'

He moved around packing all his essentials and his new school robes and supplies into his trunk before shrinking it to fit in his pocket. He then left a note for his parents and they side-apparated within the hour.


Upon arrival at the site, they asked an auror where they could find Harry and he told him an address of a swish hotel down the road. Walking hand in hand, they approached the hotel. It was a moonlit night and many couples were walking down the street. Blaise thought it was quite a romantic neighbourhood and couldn't help but notice how well they meshed into the surroundings. Suddenly, they were in front of the hotel. Monochrome letters across the front of the building spelt Bulgari Hotel Milano. From memory, he believed it cost upwards of six-hundred British pounds to stay a night. Being Potter sure had its benefits. They walked in and approached the reception desk.

'Ciao. How may I help you?' The receptionist's Italian accent was thick.

'We are friends of a Mr. Harry Potter and we would like to see him. Could you please tell us what room he may be staying in?' Isobel took the reins and he was pleasantly surprised by her as most girls would've waited for him to do something.

'Ah yes. Let's see.' She typed on her computer. 'He is on the fourth floor, staying in the Premium Suite. Could I please get your contact information just in case there is an emergency? Sorry, hotel protocol.' The lady asked. Isobel ratted off what Blaise assumed was a phone number and her name and the lady then turned to him.

'Oh, don't worry about him. He'll never leave my side.' Isobel explained.

'Ok. Here's a guest card for the elevator. You can go right on up.' She replied.

'Thank you.' Isobel replied and dragged him towards the elevator. She swiped the card, pressed the button and the door immediately opened and they got in. She pressed the number four, the door closed and the elevator lurched upwards. It stopped at floor three and another man came into the elevator wearing nothing but a bathrobe and fluffy slippers. The moment he stepped in, the entire aura in the space changed. All that was missing was the awkward music. However, as if on cue it started to play. Blaise was thankful when the elevator screeched to a stop on the fourth floor and they got out. There was a map of the suites on the floor in front of them. 'Ok, according to this map, the Premium Suite is at the end of this hallway and to the right. Come on, Blaise.'

They made it down the hallway and knocked on the door of the Premium Suite. Harry answered the door a moment later.

'Hello. Blaise? What are you doing here?' He asked.

'We have something that we would like to discuss with you.' He replied.

'You had better come in then.' He gestured for them to enter and they all sat down in the luxurious sitting area. The room was cladded with beautiful wooden walls and plush and woven furniture. Expensive décor pieces littered the room. 'What would you like to discuss?'

'I wish to terminate my post here, for now.' Blaise jumped in.

'Ah. Why's that?' Harry asked.

'We feel that Blaise's life may be at risk if he were to stay where he is now, Harry.' Isobel replied.

'Ah. I don't mean to be rude but who exactly are you?' Harry looked sheepishly at the red head girl in front of him.

'Oh, how silly of me. Of course, you wouldn't know who I am. I am Isobel MacDougal and I am a Ravenclaw from your year at school. It's nice to meet you.' She stuck her hand out for him to shake. He did so politely.

'Nice to meet you too, Isobel. So, why are you here with Blaise?' He asked.

'I'm Blaise's fiancée.' She replied. Harry restrained his eyes from baulking.

'Ok. So, tell me more about why you want to leave? You said Blaise's life is in danger?' Harry asked like the auror he was quickly becoming.

'Ellie is my sister. If I continue to stay, they could potentially kidnap me and use me as bait. Either that or kill me and my parents.' Blaise looked Harry right in the eyes, the man knew he was right.

'So, you want sanctuary. I see. Well permission is granted for you both at my place. Ellie, Daphne and Theo are already well acquainted there. I will get someone to cover your post for you.' He offered. 'Is that all you wanted?' He quirked his eyebrow at the couple in front of him.

'No. You see Harry. I want to join the order.'


There is Chapter 22. It's been a while. I've been incredibly busy with a lot of other important projects though. Hope you've enjoyed this chapter. I can't say when the next one will be up. Until next time. Zozo :)