It was still light out, which was a good thing for no one wanted to be lost in the forbidden forest at night. However I was freezing. I bounced back and forth between hoping some one would find me and wishing no one ever would. I tried to walk but the pain in my feet hit me and besides I didn't know what direction to start in. I kept my back leaned up against a tree and closed my eyes. I had no idea how much time had past but I was so tired. Alex, he was gone. Mom too. That only left me and.I would be next I would die soon. My body ached and my mind shut down. I fell asleep, dreamless, fearless, and ready to die if that's what was planned.

I woke up some time later. I couldn't get my eyes to open but I heard voices. Either I was dead or someone found me. I felt warm. There was a blanket on me, some kind of fur.

"I think she's waken." A familiar voice but who?

I tried to force my eyes open. It took so much effort.

"Jen? Jen? Wake up." Another voice. Harry.

For a moment I held on to the delusion that it was all a horrible nightmare. They weren't dead. But I knew in my heart, I felt it in my soul. They really were gone. What was the use of opening my eyes?

But they finally did open. Standing around me were Harry, Hagrid, Ron and Hermione.

"Thank God your all right." Hermione gasped.

"I'm not." I said weakly.

No one spoke. Harry knelt beside me. He grabbed my hand. I could see his eyes were puffy and red. I lifted a hand and stroked his face. "He loved you so much." I whispered. His eyes watered again. I noticed Madam Pomfrey for the first time.

"Didn't want to move you until you woke." She said simply as I looked at her.

"How did I get here?" My gaze again turned to Harry.

"Hagrid found you in the woods, we got him to help us look for you, Dumbledore and McGonagall were also out looking." Ron answered.

"Oh Jen we were so worried!" Hermione said. "Even in the day time no one should go into the forest."

"No lecture Hermione." Ron silenced her. She looked apologetic.

"Draco was worried to." Harry said to me.

My eyes watered and tears streamed down my face. "He did this, him and his father, he killed my family, he made me believe he loved me." the last words croaked out.

"Jen."

"Please Harry don't."

Madam Pomfrey looked like she really wanted me in the hospital wing now.

I was moved back up the castle in silence. I wasn't allowed to walk, though I don't think I could have if I wanted to. I was surprised it was only one o'clock in the afternoon. It seemed like so much longer. I was placed in a bed and my cuts and scraps were magically taken care of. I didn't say a word. Everyone left. I was alone. I was alone.

I had a visitor an hour later. I couldn't sleep. This time I couldn't stop thinking. About my mother, about my twin, about Draco. Dumbledore walked in with a letter. He simply handed it to me to read. It was a document for me to inherit my family's estates and wealth. The key to Gringott's, and one to another wizard bank. I couldn't handle this now. All I wanted to do is cry. Dumbledore spoke. "You don't have to do any of this now. Lawyers and such." He waved his hand. Even Dumbledore seemed lost for words.

"What happened?" I asked. I wanted to know everything.

Dumbledore looked at me his looked said you really want to hear. Yes I did.

Dumbledore took a breath. "Jason Faber worked for Voldemort. He found out where your mother was and was ordered to find you. Your mother never let on which school however certain students in this school wrote about two new transfers students and a plan was made. Get you both home and then." His voice trailed.

"But why my Mother? Why make her sick? Why not just wait until Christmas break?"

"We believe that was the plan originally but something happened that caused the plan to change."

I looked at him to continue.

"Your mother's sickness was at first just that a sickness, a flu, but then you told Draco Malfoy about it. He started to question his father. His father was afraid he would pass his suspicions on to you."

"He knew about my relationship with his son?"

"Yes, Lucius has many spies in this school that even I can't stop. But they couldn't touch you while you are in school. Lucius thought his masters plan would be ruined, he ordered Jason to make your mother sicker. Hoping to lure you both out of the school."

"But only Alex went."

"Yes, I'm sure Lucius will punish Faber for that mistake."

"Draco tried to help us?"

Dumbledore nodded.

Again I felt sick. I had another question though. "Their bodies?"

Dumbledore's face fell. "I'm afraid that. no there are no bodies."

Now I knew I was going to be sick.



I woke the next morning not remembering when I fell asleep. I had visitors and even though I didn't feel like seeing anyone I let them come in.

Harry mirrored myself, Ron, and Hermione flanked him looking as if ready to catch him.

We sat in silence until Hermione broke it. "So Jennifer DeWinter Huh?"

I just nodded.

"Jen, really is there anything we can do?" Ron asked.

I needed them to do something, but I was afraid to ask. It was so personal, but I had no strength.

"You are my best friends, in the past few months I feel as though I've known you all my life."

They nodded, understanding how I felt.

"What I'm about to ask, I can't handle alone, not now."

"Jen?" Harry final spoke.

I looked down and got out the last sentence. "Can you help me? With the funeral?"

I couldn't even handle the word. My emotions were so shattered.

Hermione hugged me and started to nod her head. "Just tell us what to do, we'll handle it."

"God, Thank-you." I hugged back. I needed them. I heard a noise and turned my head.

Draco. I let go of Hermione and they all turned to look at him. His eyes were also red and bloodshot. He held a letter in his hand, crumpled in a tight fist.

"Can I talk to you please?" full of hope.

Ron stepped in front, fist clenched.

"Ron, it's Ok. Come back later. Please. I'll be all right."

They left. Harry kissing my forehead before he stepped out of the room.

"Jen please I didn't."

"I know. Dumbledore told me. Everything."

He sat down in a chair next to my bed.

"I tried to."He started. He looked away ashamed. "It's not over."

He placed in my hand the letter he carried.

It was from his Father. His father ordering him to hand me over. For the Dark Lord.

Threatening disownership and death. I couldn't read the words. I started to shake.

Draco wrapped his arms around me. "I answered him, I told him he could come and get me, I told him he could go to hell, and I told him that he will never ever lay a hand on you."

He pulled away and brushed the hair away from my face. "I love you. I won't let him get you. I'd die first."

I looked in his warm gray blue eyes. I believed him. I loved him. I wrapped my arms tight around him. I needed all the strength I could get.

Fred and George also visited. They understood more then anyone but we didn't say a word to each other while they were there. Just them being there was enough.



The start of winter break came in two days and so did the funeral. I depended greatly on Ron and Hermione. I gave them my key to Gringotts along with my authorization to take whatever they needed. Harry spoke lovely of Alex. He broke down half way through and Ron helped him back to his seat. I tried as well.

"Alexander Jarrett DeWinter was my twin. We've been through so much and gotten into so much trouble together. He's a part of me and therefore can never truly die. But he will be missed by those who loved him. Alex was funny, warm and my best friend. Marian Blair DeWinter was our Mother and she died by her son's side. She always talked to us about the value of friendship and the importance of trust. She always wore a smile and was never cruel." That's were I fell apart. There was so much I wanted to say but couldn't. My dragon held me tight. And we all cried during the Holy man's words.

The wake took place at grandfather's (My) house and was very depressing and ended very soon. I simply did not want all those people around. Of course safeguards around the house were put into place by the ministry. Soon only the people closest to my remained. We sat and drank. Not caring that we were underage.

Hermione, Ron, Harry, Draco, Fred, George and I gathered together in a mansion I called my home for the past year. It felt empty and cold. We talked. About Alex. About my family. And I got to say all the things I wanted to say at the funeral.

Ron then asked if I wanted to stay with his family during winter break and Fred and George agreed I should. Harry would be there as well. I declined.

I had so much to do here. And Draco was staying with me. He would never be returning to Malfoy Manor.

"If you need us, we're here." Ron said nodding but still hoping I would change my mind but unwilling to invite Draco. I knew how hard it was for him to accept Draco. They were all to spend the night here. I wouldn't let them leave so late or drunk.

Then the question came.

"How would you-know-who even get all this?" Draco waved his hand about.

Ron nodded; he had seen my bank vault.

I sighed, tired, buzzed, and ready to tell. "Tom Riddle is a relative."

Gasps. Everyone heard about Tom riddle and Voldemort.

"He's my Mother's cousins son. I'm not sure exactly how that's related to me but he would be the only living relative if I was dead."

"But Tom Riddle isn't Tom Riddle any more." Harry said softly. He hadn't spoken much all night.

"The signatures would match and really who would say no?"

Hermione nodded.

I tried to stand but almost fell backwards. Fred and George caught me. "We should take her to bed.

"Yes, I think we could all use some sleep." Hermione stated. I had showed them all rooms they could use earlier.

Fred and George carried me up to my room, Draco behind them. The Weasley twins took the room next door. I caught Draco by the arm and without words asked him to stay. Just to have someone near.

Some time during the night I heard the door open. I looked up.

"Harry?"

"Sorry. didn't know." Draco was curled up next to me.

"Shhh He's asleep."

Harry walked over. "I couldn't sleep, Ron and Hermione are together and it felt weird asking the twins but I."

I just lifted the covers. He sank it on the opposite side of me. Draco mumbled a bit and moved but didn't wake. I put an arm around Harry and stroked his hair until he fell asleep. Then a fell asleep between two people who meant the world to me.





{No it won't be one of those stories. Harry just didn't want to sleep alone. And he's not going to join Ron and Hermione. The twins are sleeping in the same bed but for the same reason as everyone else, comfort. If you want to make more of it write your own story}