DRACO

Draco paced his room. His other friends had made it home safely and all he wanted to do was make sure Harry was okay. It was driving him mad, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat, he could do nothing without having contact with Harry. His mother tried to get his mind off things, but he scolded her for coming near him. He didn't want her, he wanted Harry. But an order had gone out from Lord Voldemort that no one was to see Harry until further notice. All Draco could think about was Harry possibly sitting in his father's dungeon; cold and probably scared. He was also probably furious at Draco for not coming to his side. That was it, the thought of Harry being mad at him awoke a rebellion inside Draco. He packed a small backpack of things and decided he was going to see his friend regardless of the consequences. He shimmied down the side of his house through his window. He almost made it safely to apparate when his father appeared behind him.

"And to think a house elf was right about my son sliding down the side of my home like a spider." he said coldly.

Draco refused to face him, "I'm going to see Harry."

"No you're not, The Dark Lord forbid us-"

"That's Harry's father not mine, I don't have to listen to him."

"Well I'm your father and I forbid it as well."

"I'm not scared of him or you!" Draco's voice started to rise as his temper flared.

"Face me like a man then!" His father demanded. Draco turned to him, looking him in the eyes, it was clear he was no longer a boy anymore. Draco couldn't help just feel bad looking at his father, the man looked well beyond his age with deep set bags under his eyes.

"Get into the house now." His father growled.

"No," Draco said back slowly.

"You'd be willing to risk this family for that boy?!"

"Hes my best mate, it's your fault we're this close anyway! You made me spend time with him when I was a child and I liked - it!" There was something about the way Draco stuttered that was very telling about his intentions.

His father was unafraid to beg the question, "You liked it… Or you liked him?" Draco's silence was a deafening answer. Lucius smacked his son across the face so hard it caused Draco to lose his balance. He tumbled over with all his things, he grabbed them up quickly then reached for his wand. He stood up shakily and was pushed over again before he could defend himself. His father stood over him, eyes murderous, wand poking the tip of Draco's nose.

"No son of mine will ever be a fairy. Leave, and never come to this home again. You disgust me, never again are you to bear my name."

Draco didn't stay to hear anymore. He scrambled as he grabbed his things, running as far from the house as possible. He didn't even care about losing his father or his last name, his only goal was to find Harry. It was always about Harry, and always will be about Harry.

GINNY

Ginny Weasley was nothing more than an average little girl. The only thing that made her stand out from his brothers was the fact that she was a girl. When she was 10 years old she cried all day as she watched her brothers leave for school without her. She wanted to go more than anything but was told she was too young. In order to make up for this, her father allowed her to attend work with him for a day. Ginny thought it was going to be fun, she always loved going to work with her father because he always had the best muggle toys. However, this day was different. Her father suddenly got called into a long and boring meeting, Ginny was whining the entire time, distracting the group.

Arthur apologized for his daughter and started to push her from the room when a man stopped him. He was very ugly and smelled like slime, Ginny scrunched up her face at him.

"She's just a child Arthur, let her be." He said, he then turned to Ginny, "Here little girl, play with this." He handed her a small black diary. Arthur looked from the diary to his daughter.

"Thank you Igor…" he said halfheartedly. Igor Karkaroff laughed loudly for no reason, "The pleasure is all mine Arthur. Lucius Malfoy gave it to me as a gag gift, why not let the little girl have a diary?"

The meeting went on, Ginny stole a quill from another member of the meeting and began to write in the diary. She talked about how boring the meeting was and how much she wished she was at school. She had just finished filling up the page when suddenly all of her words disappeared. She stared at the page, surprised at how they had vanished. She flipped the pages and examined the book but before she could figure out what had happened her father grabbed her hand and led her from the room. When they got back home she threw a huge fit because her father took the diary from her. He and her mother decided it was best they hang on to it until it was looked over by some other people Ginny did not care about. She stormed to her room and didn't talk to them for the rest of the night.

Around midnight, when she thought her parents were asleep, she sneaked into their bedroom and replaced the black diary with another small black book she'd taken from Ron's room. After the switch she ran back to her room and started writing in it again. Once again, the words disappeared, only this time words she had not written appeared.

"Who are you and how did you come across my diary?" It read. Ginny's heart started beating twice as fast. She wrote so quickly her handwriting was atrocious.

"I am Ginny Weasley, I am 10 years old and an old strange man gave me this diary," she explained. Once again the words sank into the pages and different words showed up.

"Ginny Weasley, my name is Tom Riddle, nice to meet you."

This went on for hours, they talked the entire time back and forth on the same page. Ginny told the diary almost everything about her, then they started swapping mischievous stories.

"Well Ginny Weasley, you seem like a rather feisty little girl." Tom told her, Ginny replied, "I'm not a little girl, but yes I am rather sneaky."

"Tell me child, do you like fun and adventure?"

"Of course I do!"

"What would you say if I told you I could make the rest of your life very, very interesting. So interesting, in fact, that you will never have to worry about standing in the shadows of your brothers again?"

"I think you're speaking my language Tom."

"Good, first things first, we might have to change that frivolous little hair color of yours…"

HARRY

There were a few loose ends Harry had to tie up before confronting Sirius Black. He and Draco had been staying at Bellatrix's home in secret ever since he defeated his father. Sadly, he had to hex his mother into giving him the information he needed, which was the whereabouts of Sirius Black. Anyway, until that there was another issue he had to deal with. His plan to invade the Ministry of Magic would have gone much more smoothly had it not been for those meddling Gryfindors. However, he knew they were in no way smart enough to debunk his plan without help. And he knew exactly who helped them.

Draco and Harry strode through a large cornfield, using the stalks to keep them hidden.

"This old dump?" Harry asked his friend, Draco nodded.

"Yeah, she invited me here loads of times but I only ever came once, I couldn't stand the stench, a farm? Really?"

"Quiet unsightly for a witch I may say, but then again what more can you expect besides a rat living on a farm." Harry joked darkly. As they made their way towards the edge they saw a womanly figure tending to a garden.

"Bitch or mum?" Harry asked.

"Definitely her, her mum's arse is much bigger and more lively."

Harry chuckled, "Might have to get a load of that once we're finished with her."

The descended quietly upon the girl, they could hear a slight humming coming from her, which stopped as soon as their shadows darkened the areas around her. Astoria turned around quickly, viewing the two boys above her.

"Don't scream darling, it won't get you anywhere." Harry advised her, seeing the fear in her eyes and her slightly parted lips. "How are you beautiful?" he smiled.

"What the hell do you want?" Astoria breathed heavily. Harry squatted down now be eye to eye with her.

"You kind of fucked me a while back, and erm, can't have that can we?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about…" Astoria lied. Harry gently took her chin into his hand and brought her face closer to his, still smiling.

"I don't have time to sit here and explain to you how I know what I know but I want you to know, everything, and I mean everything, will always come back to me. I'm king of this castle we call life babe." He got off on the feeling of her baited breath on his lips. "I'm going to need you to come with us Astoria, you've been very naughty and you must be punished."

"Are you going to kill me?" Astoria glared at him, he found this sweet.

"Of course not! However, you will wish you were dead." With that Harry stood quickly and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He dragged her across the garden and to the cornfield. Astoria cried out in both pain and terror, groping onto her scalp where the hair Harry held was slowly coming out.

"MUM! DAD! HELP! MUUUUMMMM!" She screamed, but to no avail. They boys took her into the corn field, deeper and deeper until her screams could no longer be heard from the garden.

It was hours before her parents found her after realizing she was missing. And when they found their daughter she was passed out in the middle of their corn field. Nearly unharmed besides a fresh deep cut on her left arm slowly bleeding out, nearly killing her had they not found her in time. Going down her forearm and hitting every major vein, the word SNITCH was etched.

Author: If there's any other fillers you'd like comment below! Otherwise the first chapter of Pt. 2 of The Heir will be released by the end of this week! :)