Author's Notes: Thanks for all the reviews!

Disclaimer: See part one.

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After Cedric had gone, Draco had managed to calm Harry down a little, but now, as dawn was arriving and they realised just how long Nathalie had been missing, Harry was beginning to panic again. He was yet again pacing, this time in the hall. Draco sat on the stairs, watching him with his arms supporting his head. Neither of them had slept, but only Draco seemed to feel any effect from it.

"We should have heard something by now," Harry exploded suddenly. "They said they'd contact me. Why haven't we heard anything?"

"Maybe they can't get through the wards?" Draco suggested wearily. "I'd take them down, only the Aurors are sure to be combing Britain for you, so we can't take the risk." Harry whirled on him, his eyes blazing. "No, Harry." Draco was firm. "Do you want Nathalie to come back only to find you in Azkaban?"

Harry shuddered. "No. You're right. Sorry." He resumed pacing. Draco was sure he could see a path worn into the carpet from him; five steps one way, then five the other. "But we should have heard from them."

Draco rolled his eyes, but was thankfully spared any reply by the doorbell ringing.

Harry looked at him in disbelief. "You have a doorbell? Aren't knockers more, uh, traditional?" Draco shrugged, pushed Harry out of sight behind the door, and opened it.

Rachel brushed past him. "Where's Harry?" Draco raised an eyebrow and closed the door. Harry sprang forward and grabbed Rachel's arm. "Harry, honey, let go."

"Have you found her?" Harry demanded urgently, letting go of her. "Have you?" She looked away, and he resumed pacing. "Dammit."

"I just came to tell you that we aren't making any progress," she told him softly. "We've searched all over the spirits lands, but there's no sign of her or the Others."

"Have you asked the Creators?" Harry demanded wildly. "Surely they can -"

"Was has helped the spirits and ghosts to search," Rachel interrupted him. "Is and Ever are staying out of it. Never..."

Harry flinched. "Yes?" She hesitated.

"Tell him," Draco spoke up harshly. "You can scarcely do any more damage." Rachel narrowed her eyes, and Harry shook his head.

"Don't, Draco," he warned quietly before looking back to Rachel. "Let me guess: it's hiding in a corner of the Halls, sulking."

"Not exactly," Rachel admitted. "It's, uh, really upset. Sulking isn't quite the right word - more like the equivalent of crying?" Harry flinched again, and turned away from them. "Harry..."

"No," he said firmly. "It's better this way. But...there's really no sign of her?"

"No."

"And they still won't let Harry look himself?" Draco wanted to know.

"No, the ruling stands, it can't be retracted under any circumstances," Rachel explained. "It's part of the rules of the Hall of Necromancers - what's said in there is binding."

Draco nodded slowly, then looked at Harry. *I'm going to regret this.* "Is there any way I can go?" he demanded.

Harry turned and stared. Rachel frowned.

"I think so," she said slowly. "Actually, yes, I'm fairly sure..."

"No," Harry cut in loudly. "No way, never, not in a million years, and no."

"Harry, I might be able to find our daughter."

Harry shook his head. "Draco, you don't know the risks," he said pleadingly. "I don't want to lose you too."

"You wouldn't," Draco said firmly. He looked at Rachel. "Can I go? Is it physically possible?" Rachel looked doubtfully between them, but nodded. Draco turned back to Harry. "Harry, love, I have to do this. One of us has to go, and they won't let you - don't you see that I have to do this? For Nathalie, I have to do this." Harry was gazing at him inscrutably, and Draco grew desperate. "Harry, don't make me go without knowing that you agree. Because I will, but I'll hate it."

Harry took a breath. "Fine," he said harshly. "Go, then." He turned and stalked off down the hall. The kitchen door slammed behind him. Draco flinched, then looked back at Rachel, who was regarding him with a strange, almost respectful look.

"Show me how to go?" he asked, and she nodded.

"It won't be easy," she warned him. "It may be painful - I wouldn't know, but from things I've heard...I won't be able to make it easy for you, I'm sorry."

"If you get me there, and help me find Nathalie, you'll be doing more than enough," Draco said fervently. "Just...tell me. You're sure she is in the spirit lands?"

Rachel nodded. "Yes, we're sure. We've felt her there...but we can't pinpoint exactly where, and the spirits can't help us - the Others have polluted everything so much..." She shook her head. "I admire you, Draco, for what you're about to do. I don't know whether I'd do it."

Draco glanced at the closed kitchen door, and shrugged. "You would," he asserted. "If you loved someone enough."

"Harry?"

Draco gave her a cocky grin. "No, Nathalie. Why, who did you think I meant?" She gave him a withering look that clearly said that she saw through his act, and then took hold of his arm and marched him through his front door.

"We have to go to your graveyard," she explained. "It's exempt from your wards for Necromancers, and if I take you, for you too. It's the safest - and fastest - way to get through to the land or the spirits. If you're still sure."

"Of course I'm still sure," he said peevishly. "I don't change my mind every five minutes, unlike some people."

"Just checking, Malfoy."

They reached the graveyard. In the dim light they hurried to the centre. Rachel met Draco's eyes for one short moment before she gripped his hands and they disappeared.

In Malfoy Manor, Harry stared blankly out of a window, tears running down his face.

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To be continued.