I've appreciated getting some of the feedback from the last chapter, since I'd very much like to know what you guys think before I go ahead and get into the next year. Just so you guys know, if I do go ahead with my big change of having Ursa as the Triwizard Tournament, she certainly wouldn't die but she would definitely have a greater impact on what already happens.

Happy Memories

Ursa let out a sigh of frustration after her sixteenth failed attempt at producing a corporeal Patronus. Now that Ursa could use magic outside of Hogwarts since she no longer had the trace on her, Ursa had been working on perfecting the Patronus charm. After seeing Harry Potter master one with her own eyes, Ursa was determined to discover what her own Patronus was. But despite her best efforts, Ursa had been unsuccessful at casting one anything like the one that Harry had produced. Ursa knew that one needed an incredibly powerful happy memory to produce a corporeal Patronus, so she had tried digging way back into her childhood to find a memory, only for none of them to work. Had her childhood really been that unhappy?

The good thing about not having the trace on her anymore was that Ursa could now leave the Manor whenever she wanted without worrying about her parents tracking her down. Though Ursa still wouldn't be surprised if her parents ended up having someone follow her wherever she went, which made Ursa more relieved that she could now Apparate without needing anyone else's assistance. After having yet another unsuccessful attempt at producing a corporeal Patronus, Ursa decided to leave the Manor and pay a visit to her cousin, Tonks. Although her mother did not leave anywhere near the Manor, Tonks lived close enough to Diagon Alley for Ursa to be able to Apparate there without having to worry about being spotted by anyone.

It was just a relief that Ursa now had the freedom to do whatever she wanted without the trace holding her back, since she could now come and go as she pleased. Ursa had even taken her time to visit Marcus over the break since he had just barely managed to graduate through the skin of his teeth. Ursa was just happy to be able to see her cousin again, since it was nice to have some family members who didn't think that she was a walking disappointment.

"Ursa!" Tonks exclaimed happily when she arrived at her apartment.

"Hey, cousin. I'm just popping by for a visit," Ursa grinned.

"Oh yeah, since you can now legally go anywhere you want without worrying about your freak parents being able to track you down with the trace," Tonks said as she let her in.

"How have you been?" Ursa asked.

"Just enjoying the last year of my Auror training. I can't wait for when I will finally be qualified enough to go on missions by myself without needing a babysitter," Tonks grinned.

Ursa chuckled, "Don't take this the wrong way, Dora, but I think you would still need a babysitter for even when you become an Auror."

"Your lack of confidence in me is hurtful, cousin," Tonks pouted. "Anyways, how are you enjoying being a free adult now?"

"Oh you know, just Apparating and using my magic without the trace. It's fun," Ursa shrugged.

"What kind of magic have you been doing now?" Tonks asked.

"Well, I've been trying to teach myself how to do the Patronus charm," Ursa replied.

"And by trying, I'm assuming that you mean you've been unsuccessful," Tonks stated.

Ursa nodded, "Yep. I keep trying to find the right memory, but nothing is working. It's so frustrating."

"Yeah, it took me a few times before I could get my Patronus right," Tonks commented.

"You can produce a Patronus?" Ursa gasped. "How come you never told me? Show me!"

Tonks laughed as she pulled out her wand, "Okay, eager beaver. Expecto Patronum!"

Ursa watched in amazement as a beautiful jack rabbit came out of Tonks' wand and danced around the room. It was truly a beautiful sight that took Ursa's breath away, leaving her silent even after Tonks had produced it.

"That was beautiful," Ursa smiled. "How'd you do it?"

"I just had to search hard to find the perfect memory. That's what it all comes down to, really. My memory is one of my favourite moments from my childhood, and it was just perfect for my Patronus," Tonks explained.

Ursa sighed, "Clearly I didn't have enough of a happy childhood if I can't even produce a bloody Patronus. That kind of makes me feel sad, actually."

"Awe, Ursa. Just because you can't find the perfect happy memory now doesn't mean that one won't come to you eventually. Maybe you're just trying too hard to find one," Tonks reassured her.

"How old were you when you mastered your Patronus?" Ursa wondered.

"I was fourteen," Tonks replied.

"What!" Ursa exclaimed. "That's amazing, Tonks. I'm almost eighteen and I can't even do one."

"You'll find your Patronus eventually," Tonks promised.

"I'll keep trying," Ursa nodded. "So, what's it been like having Mad-Eye Moody as your trainer?"

Tonks grinned, "Oh, he is the best. He might be slightly bonkers, but he's the real deal, you know? But I won't be having him for my final year as a trainee since Hogwarts has snatched him up as the new Defence Professor. Oh, and you wouldn't mind not telling anyone about that, would you?"

"Moody as a Defence Professor? That should be interesting," Ursa remarked.

"Speaking of Hogwarts, how are things looking for the future Head Girl?" Tonks smirked.

"Stop it, Dora. I haven't gotten my letter yet so I don't want to get my hopes up," Ursa replied.

"Oh, as if they could even pick anyone other than you, you're brilliant!" Tonks exclaimed.

"Thanks, Dora," Ursa smiled. "So, what do you do around here for fun?"

"Oh, I can have plenty of fun on my own!" Tonks grinned.

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After actually having some fun with her cousin, Ursa returned to the depressing house that was Malfoy Manor. In the days that followed, Ursa found herself nervously awaiting the arrival of her Hogwarts letter for what would be her final year at the school. Not knowing if she had made Head Girl or not was driving Ursa mad. There was nothing that Ursa wanted more than to see the look on her father's face if she was made Head Girl. She wanted that so badly, just so she could spite him.

Then, her Hogwarts letter for the year finally came. Ursa didn't even open it immediately. She just stared at it for a few moments, not sure if she even wanted to open it and find out. After staring at it for far too long, Ursa grabbed the letter and tore it open, carefully reading it word for word until she found what she was looking for.

We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as Head Girl for the 1994-1995 school year.

All Ursa could do was stare at the letter with bewilderment. It wasn't until she realised that she was crinkling the paper by gripping onto it so tightly that she held it more appropriately, this time as she danced around the family living room in celebration.

Head Girl. She had been made Head Girl! Take that, father!

For a moment, Ursa couldn't even believe that it was true, so after her initial celebration died down, Ursa just stared at the letter again, re-reading it. It wasn't until she heard Draco enter the room that she looked up from it.

"What are you doing stomping around in here, acting like a wild muggle? I could hear you stomping all the way down the hall," Draco said.

"I, little brother, have been made Head Girl," Ursa grinned.

"What!? That's impossible! No way would they let someone like you have a title as prestigious as that," Draco snarled as he snatched her letter from her hand, his face becoming angr as he read it. "Ugh! I shouldn't even be surprised. Dumbledore is a sodding blood traitor, so of course he'd let someone like you have that spot. I suppose you're going to be on a power trip now, huh?"

"No, I will not, dear brother. I have always wanted to be Head Girl, and I most certainly will not throw this opportunity away," Ursa proclaimed.

"You do realise that being Head Girl means having to patrol the students, right? How can you expect to deal with other imbeciles when you can't even deal with me?" Draco argued.

Ursa smirked, "Did you just call yourself an imbecile?"

"No I did not!" Draco roared. "Let me give you your first test to see if you're really cut out to be Head Girl."

Before Ursa could even predict what he was about to do, Ursa watched in horror as Draco made his way to the family heirloom cabinet and picked up a statue that belonged to their great-grandfather, Pollux Black.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, you put that down right now you insolent brat!" Ursa hissed.

"That's not a nice way to talk to the younger students, sissy," Draco taunted her.

"I mean it Draco, put it down!" Ursa demanded.

"I wonder how angry mother would be if this got broken?" Draco wondered as he tossed the small ornament between his hands. "Just one little slip and poof, no more statue."

"You wouldn't dare do that because if you do, you'll have to face mother's wrath," Ursa threatened him.

"Oh, really? And what if I told mother that it was you who did it? You know that she'd believe me over you, just like mother and father both love me over you," Draco snarled.

Ouch, that hurt. Even though Ursa wasn't one to have heart to heart conversations with her brother, she knew that he knew that their parents were her biggest insecurity, so for him to use them against her like that hurt.

"Just put it down, Draco!" Ursa demanded.

"No, I think I might have some fun. What is that ridiculous circus act that muggles do? Juggling? I should give that a go," Draco smirked.

"No you won't!" Ursa yelled as she made a dive for Draco, only for him to dodge her.

"Nice try, sis, but I'm a Seeker. I'm supposed to be fast and agile," Draco remarked.

"Not fast enough to beat Potter to the snitch though!" Ursa growled.

The look on Draco's face at that comment would've made Ursa laugh under any other circumstances, but right now she was too angry at her brother to laugh at him. Why did he have to ruin her happiness? Why did he have to be such a damn bully all the time? Ursa made another grab for the statue, but Draco managed to avoid her again. He ended up backing into the wall, causing the portrait hanging above the cabinet to fall down, just narrowly missing the other heirlooms. They continued playing this little game of cat and mouse until Ursa managed to get her hands on it and they both fought to have it in their possession, yanking each other across the room. That went on until they lost their grip on the statue and it went hurling onto the floor, smashing into dozens of tiny pieces.

"What in the name of Merlin is going on in there!" came their mothers voice.

"That's on you," Draco sneered.

All Ursa could do was stand there with a look of complete horror on her face. Their mother soon entered the room and let out a shock gasp when she saw the broken pieces of the statue scattered on the floor.

"Draco Lucius! Ursa Narcissa! What happened here?" their mother just about shrieked. "How could the two of you have let this happen! This was one of the only heirlooms that we had from your great-grandfather Pollux and now it is destroyed! Which one of you did this?"

This was certainly one of those rare times when her mother's scariness could be compared to her father's. Ursa couldn't even remember the last time she saw her mother this angry. And Ursa knew that it would only get worse when Draco threw her under the bus. But what he ended up doing shocked Ursa completely.

"It was an accident, Mother. The portrait fell down and it took out great-grandfather Pollux's statue with it," Draco replied, not even looking at Ursa as he did so.

"Oh," their mother stammered, immediately calming down. "I suppose that I can't blame either of you for that then. If only your father had fixed that old portrait hanger like I had asked him to."

"I'm sure that Father asked the house elves to do it, but those rotten little creatures just love to be disobedient," Draco jeered.

"I suppose that we should get this mess cleaned up, then. Hang on, what is this?" her mother said as she bent down, picking up a piece of paper that Ursa recognised as her Hogwarts letter.

"Oh, that's just my Hogwarts letter. I must have dropped it," Ursa said.

"Let's see what books you need this year," her mother commented as she read the letter before gasping. "Head Girl? You made Head Girl? Oh, my brilliant girl. This is fantastic! It has been generations since someone from the Black or Malfoy family was made Head Girl. I don't think I could be any prouder of you!"

Before Ursa knew it, she was being pulled into a crushing hug by her mother, and Ursa couldn't help but hug her back. As she did so, Ursa glanced at Draco who kept an indistinguishable look on his face. It was only a few seconds later when their father came bursting in to ruin the moment.

"What is the meaning of this ruckus?" her father demanded.

"Oh, Lucius. It's wonderful! Our brilliant daughter has been made Head Girl!" her mother exclaimed.

"That's all well and good, but what is the meaning of this mess?" Lucius said.

"Oh, that loose portrait hanger knocked my grandfather Pollux's statue down," Narcissa replied.

"I'll have one of the House Elves clean it up," Lucius murmured.

"But isn't it wonderful, Lucius? A Black and a Malfoy has been made Head Girl! I always knew that our brilliant daughter could do it," Narcissa grinned.

Ursa had to resist the urge to say that her mother had never actually said that to her, but Ursa didn't want to ruin this moment while it lasted. For once her mother was actually happy for her, though it would be better if her father could share the same happiness.

"We should celebrate this momentous occasion!" Narcissa exclaimed.

"Well, we can't do it tonight. Draco and I will be going to the Quidditch World Cup," Lucius stated.

"In the Minister's Box," Draco added.

Ursa had almost forgotten about the stupid Quidditch World Cup. Draco had only been going on about it since their father had invited him, and under any other circumstances, Ursa would have been ticked off at the fact that she wasn't invited but since it was Quidditch, she didn't really care. Ursa would much rather stay at home and do something productive rather than go to a stupid Quidditch game.

"No matter! Ursa and I can celebrate while the two of you have your fun!" Narcissa declared.

"Come, Draco. You should be getting ready now," Lucius ordered.

"Yes, Father," Draco nodded.

As Draco left the family room, Ursa couldn't help but be reminded of the fact that he hadn't dobbed her into mother like she thought he would. He hadn't even made any jeering comments as their mother celebrated her achievement. Ursa couldn't even remember the last time that Draco had gotten her out of trouble, since he had done nothing but the obvious for years now. With that thought in mind, Ursa decided that perhaps Draco would finally start growing up and stop being such a rotten little turd. At least she hoped so.

Yay for Ursa! In your face, Lucius! And what's that? Draco not being a little shit for once? You guys can consider Year Four a strong turning point in the story, both for Ursa's relationship with Draco and the incoming dramione development. This is only the beginning of the change that is coming.