Hello lovelies! Sorry it's been so long. I needed to finish a comp piece that was due the end of July, but it's done so now I can get back to this and Grey Magic! thanks so much for all the love and patience. Sorry it's on the short side today.

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Pansy bit the inside of her cheek desperately trying to keep the sarcastic, biting words from rolling off her tongue. She couldn't, however, control the eyeroll. That would have been asking too much. She wouldn't have been surprised if she had strained something. She regretted the action almost immediately as it did nothing to aid her already pounding head.

"I see." She deserved a medal for self restraint. "At least we are in the right place then. Wonderful."

"I do find it a bit interesting to know that a Marked Death Eater is willingly wanting to be found by the Order." So Gryffindor. No finesse whatsoever. How these people survived at all was completely beyond her reasoning.

"Yes, I'm a Marked Death Eater. No, it was not done willingly. Yes, I know you bloody people think everyone has a choice. No, my-" Pansy practically choked trying to say friend,- "partner, is not a Death Eater. In fact, she was the last remaining member of your precious Order in our time."

The man had grown very still at her declaration. "That explains how you ended up with that particular Time Turner." Pansy was certain the comment wasn't actually directed to her.

"You said that earlier. I'm assuming you recognize it?" There were few things that got under her skin, being out of the loop was a big one. His eyes snapped back to hers at her comment. She watched as his eyes refocused on her, almost as if he'd forgotten she was there. Funny, since she was basically chained up right under his nose.

"Wha? Oh right, sorry. Yeah. That one in particular actually belongs to one Minerva McGonagall. I'm sure you can understand why we were all very concerned that some unknown witches had used it."

At the mention of the transfiguration teacher, Pansy felt all the blood rush from her face. She had been there when her professor had been executed. Voldemort had wanted to make an example of her. Show everyone what happened to those who refused to bend to his will. Pansy had gone home and scrubbed her skin completely raw trying to remove the blood and the memories that played in her mind's eye on repeat.

She swallowed, the sound filling the silence between them. "Yeah, I can see how that would be a bit disconcerting." She prayed she wouldn't have to face the strict woman any time soon; she wasn't so sure her mind could handle bringing up those memories right now.

The man studied her face for a brief moment before seemingly shaking off the heavy atmosphere that was threatening to suffocate them.

Slapping his hands against his thighs, he rose from the chair. "Right, well, you look about ready to pass out again. I'm sure you could use some more rest after the beating you took. You were both in pretty bad shape when they brought you in. Sleep does wonders for a body on the mend."

He had just reached for the handle when Pansy stopped him, "Wait a second, don't I get a name to go with the memory of the ridiculously nosey, freckled ginger?"

He turned back to her with a smirk on his lips, "names Gideon Prewett, love." He continued to open the door and casually said over his shoulder, "and because I know you're dying to know who you owe your life too, well, you have James Potter and Sirius Black to thank for that." With that, the door closed with a resounding click.

Sirius Black and James Potter. James Potter. Potter. Shit. Pansy could only hope Granger wouldn't be in a chatty enough mood to mention she had suggested handing his son over to a psychopath hellbent on killing him. Pansy let herself fall back against the pillow with an oomph. She was so royally screwed.

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The next time Pansy woke she remembered exactly where she was. After the Dark Lord's victory, it was dangerous to ever be caught unaware. She had a horrible kink in her shoulder from trying to roll away from the side her hand was stuck to. Rolling back over, she went to try and stretch the tension out, but was met by a far too familiar pair of grey eyes. Pansy's breath caught in her chest.

"Draco." It was barely more than a whisper, but as the confusion whirled through the eyes of her best friend, she took in more detail of the face the eyes belonged to. There was black hair where there should have been pale blond. The jaw line more square where it should have been sharp and pointed. Dark eyelashes that should have been practically translucent. No, not Draco.

Pansy slumped back against the bed. What she wouldn't give for this to be her best friend here with her. There was no getting back her Draco. Not even back in their right time. Draco was gone. Her heart squeezed painfully as the stranger cleared his throat.

"That's a first for me. Never been mistaken for a pale pointed baby before." The dark-haired man chuckled at his own joke. Pansy didn't even crack a smile. The memory of her best friend was always a constant ache, and being so forcibly reminded that he wasn't here was just another twist of that knife. Draco had meant everything to Pansy. Growing up together with such unfeeling and uncaring parents had pushed the two to seek comfort from one another. Everyone had thought they were dating throughout their years at Hogwarts. It had just been a natural assumption since the two rarely went anywhere without the other. Plus, it kept everyone else away who might show interest in either of them. When Draco had been forced to take the Mark Pansy had been there for him afterwards, letting him cry as he clung to her like a child. When she had received it, he had returned the favor.

When the Dark Lord had discovered Draco's duplicitousness he had been livid. Pansy had been made to watch for hours before Draco finally stopped breathing. But upon seeing exactly what the precious Dark Lord was capable of had only made her want him to fail even more. She had redoubled Draco's efforts. She wouldn't let her best friend's memory fade. He wouldn't have died in vain.

Upon realizing that girl wasn't laughing with him, or even smiling, the man let his laughter fade awkwardly. The silence that fell between them was heavy and stifling. Pansy tried desperately to hold back the tears she could feel surfacing. In this time Draco wasn't dead. He was just a baby. He hadn't been branded like cattle or forced to murder. He was still completely innocent, and if Pansy had any say in the matter he would remain that way. He wouldn't grow up with bigotry and hate being pounded into him. She would take down Lucius Malfoy before he had a chance to ruin his son. She would make the man pay for everything. Pansy would do absolutely anything in this timeline if it meant keeping Draco safe. He may not be her Draco anymore, but she would fight for him until her last breath.

Taking a shaky breath and pushing all emotion aside, she once again looked at her visitor. She swore he looked vaguely familiar, but was having difficulty placing him. He was obviously related to Draco judging by the eyes, but the dark hair made her suspect it was from his mother's side, the Black's, and not the Malfoy's. Beyond that, she hadn't a clue.

The stranger started to squirm under her scrutiny. It felt good to through someone else off balance. She had lost too much control already. She had to make an effort to not allow a pleased smirk to slide into place. It had been far too long since she had felt satisfaction.

The man scowled. She must not have been doing as good a job as she thought at hiding her pleasure. Not that she particularly cared. The only reason she wasn't outright taunting him was because she needed these idiots to believe her. Granger wasn't going to be much help at the moment so she needed to win the Order over on her own merits. Which, apparently, was going to take a great deal of self control if this interaction was anything to judge by.

She decided it was time to move on. As fun as it was to make the man uncomfortable, he was still a stranger and she was still chained to the bed. "As much fun as this is, I assume you actually came in here for a reason? Beyond staring at the girl chained to the bed, that is."

The man jumped at the sound of her voice. Did he really think they would continue to just sit here silently, staring at eachother? Bloody ridiculous. He cleared his throat again.

"Right. I was sent in to get some information." Her eyes rolled. It couldn't be helped, it was a reflex. "And it would be in your best interest to give me straight answers."

She couldn't hide the smirk this time. "Or what, you'll torture it out of me? Throw in a few crucio's? I thought Dumbledore's darling Order was above such things. Can't have the warriors of Light getting their hands dirty. What kind of message would that send? Everyone would assume they were no better than the Death Eaters."

The man clenched his jaw. A vein became visible as it throbbed in his neck. She could tell he was having a difficult time not reacting to her words. Instead, he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, pointing an accusing finger at her.

"Listen here Death Eater, I don't care what you told Prewett, you're scum. Just like every other idiot who takes that bloody Mark. Your precious Lord will fall, and when he does, you'll go to Azkaban with the rest of his lot and rot there for the rest of your days. We might even be able to get you an early ticket if Moody can convince Dumbledore that anybody bearing the Mark isn't worth our time, and anything you tell us will be useless lies. You and your lot deserve nothing more than that hellhole. So I'd think carefully before you start getting comfortable. Don't forget, you're the one changed to the bed."

He leaned back looking completely satisfied with himself. Pansy couldn't believe he had outright said all of that to her. He sounded just as prejudiced as any Death Eater, and he was supposed to be one of the good guys. Her heart suck. She was in a lot of trouble if Prewett was the anomaly and this man's reaction was the norm.

"Well, then I suppose answering any questions you have would be a waste of both our time. I'll only lie anyway, apparently. You seem very sure of yourself. Why don't we just spare ourselves some grief and call it a day then?" Her voice dripped with sticky sweet sarcasm. She was tired, and sore, and this idiot had barged in here and started insulting her without so much as a "How are you feeling?" This man knew nothing about her and because of a stupid tattoo on her arm, just assumed that was all he needed to know. Playing nice would get her nowhere with a man like that, and she was done bowing down for someone else's ego. She had done enough of that for one lifetime.

His face turned red as he quickly stood, the force knocking his chair over. Just as he opened his mouth to undoubtedly started yelling at her, the door creaked open. A head of sandy blond hair peeked in. Three long scars ran across the face, but it didn't stop her from noticing he was good looking. If anything the scars added s rugged, mysterious quality. Judging by the sweater he wore, he needed all the mysterious allure he could get. Granger would probably get along perfectly with this man who looked like he'd be perfectly at home in a library.

"Everything alright in here Padfoot?" He tilted his chin towards where the chair had fallen as an explanation for his interruption.

"Just fine Moony, just fine." The man visibly swallowed his anger and turned to speak directly to this "Moony". "Shouldn't you be in bed mate? It's only been a day since the full moon."

The man at the door, Moony, (What kind of name was that?) nodded his head slowly. Now that it was pointed out to her, Pansy could see the dark circles under the man's eyes, and the exhaustion evident in the slump of his shoulders.

"You're right, I just wanted to make sure everything was alright, and to let you know the other girl is awake now." Pansy perked up at this. Thank Merlin! It was about bloody time to bookworm woke up! Pansy's people skills were obviously just as lacking as they had always been. She needed some backup to smooth things over and convince these people she wasn't about to murder them all in their beds.

"Right." The dark-haired man turned back to her, "We aren't done here, Death Eater." He stalked towards the door, kicking the chair out of his path.

"Well, it was certainly delightful to meet you. Looking forward to speaking with you again soon!" She really did need to reign in the sarcasm. Even she knew it was overkill.

Just as the door swung shut she heard Moony whisper "Sirius, you need to stop mate. Dumbledore said we are to treat them with kindness."

This Sirius was apparently just as charming as she was. All cuddling like a cactus. "Well, then he can bloody well get his arse in here and deal with this shite instead of leaving it to the rest of us."

The door clicked shut and she was alone once more.