Warning: Heh heh heh... NOT TELLING!!! *cackles evily* Okay, third chapter. Prepare for the unexpected. Disclaimer: I own Murks, Amara, and this darn computer. *pats all three* Thank you... thank you... anywho. Read on!! ONWARD HO!!!



"Hello... Potty, Weasel, Mudblood. And who is this?" Malfoy asked, taking in every inch of Amara.

"Amara Davis. Who are you?" she asked, looking at the angered faces of the others in the room. She saw that Harry was the most ill-tempered towards this stranger. 'Hmm...' she thought. 'He must be...'

"Draco Malofy. I'm a- someone who also attends Hogwarts. Slytherin... The best of the four houses, you will find." his gaze fell on her silverish blonde hair. "Your hair... You look like a-"

"Yes, Draco. She is part veela. What are you doing here?" Ron inquired scathingly.

"Dumbeldore oweld me yesterday, telling me I am to come here immediately. The stupid prat didn't tell me why. So is this your girlfriend, Potter? What happened to Virginia?" he drawled.

"No. She's my roomate... And I am not dating her, nor Ginny. Maybe we should contact Dumbeldore; he has clearly made a mistake. In no way would he want to torment me... No one deserves this!" Harry muttered to himself. He was almost angry at Dumbeldore for sending Draco here... 'But' he thought to himself, 'He works in mysterious ways. He must have some sort of reason. Either that, or he has gone insane for real this time.'

"Ok. I realize that you don't really like Draco, but maybe he is in the same situation as you and I are, Harry. Maybe the Death Eaters... and Voldemort... are after him too," she said thoughtfully.

"But Malfoy's father IS a death eater." Ron pointed out. Amara gasped and took a reasuring step away from Malfoy.

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head. Yes, my father is a Death Eater, but something happened. That may be why they are after me. And I ran away from home, and Dumbeldore, the dumb prat, said it wasn't "Logical". I can survive on my own! I'm not four you know!" Draco said to no one in particular.

"Something happened? Would you mind telling us what happened, to be exact?" Harry inquried reluctantly, willing with all his might to resolve this issue and get Malfoy out of his living quarters.

"Well, yes, I do mind. But anyway... My dad took me to one of his, er- "meetings" recently. He brought me to the Dark Lord, and he asked me if I were going to join him. I was so set on becoming a Death Eater of course, but I didn't answer. So I watched them for a few hours, torturing filthy muggles, killing children... I'm not HEARTLESS, you know. It didn't settle with me so I told the Dark Lord I would never join him. He put me under the cruciatus curse... Only for a second... And I did the same thing to him. He was so ANGRY. I ran, and never went home. And that could be why they are after me," Draco said with so many tones, so many hidden meanings that no one quite understood. Even if it were quite clear.

"Yeah, maybe!" Ron said with heavy sarcasm.

"Alright then. That does it... You have to stay. I don't CARE if you all hate him, he is going to stay here!" Amara said with a motherly-air.

Draco like this girl... She argued with Potter, she stuck up for him, and she was dashing. Her long white-blonde hair was that of a Veela's... just like his mother's. Her eyes were light blue, sparkling with perceptivness. But she was-

"Why are you bleeding?" he asked her, glancing from her wound to her face. She shot a look at Harry, to Ron, to Hermione and finally met his eyes.

"I-er- Harry, he had- He needed to-" she stuttered, glancing pleadingly at them, searching for a lie good enough to pass Draco.

"Harry did that? Didn't know Potty was so violent! What did you do, comment on his ugly scar? His dead parents? Maybe it was his lack of quidditch abilities! That would be logical..." he finished the sentance with a snear, saying it more to himself than anyone else.

Amara flung herself at Draco, quick as lightning. She hit him square in the jaw, and he whimpered. She continued this incesantly until Ron and Harry had to pull her off, holding her arms back.

"What was that for!?" Draco screamed, wiping the blood on his lip away with his sleeve. He glared at her, not liking her so much. But did he?

"The things you said! They were so hurtful! Have any of you caused bodily harm to him before?" she asked curiously. Harry and Ron sniggered, then turned to Hermione.

"Do you wanna answer this one?" Ron chortled.

"Sure. In our third year, I hit Malfoy. It was a rather enjoyable experience... I can see why you did it, but I think I speak from everyone's concience when I say that why we are all under this house, violence is uneccesary... If anything, you should learn to get along. Who knows how long this summer might turn out to be!" Hermione said, ingoring the objective expressions she was getting.

Amara sighed. "She's right. But YOU!" she pointed a menacing finger at Malfoy and poked him in the chest. "If you EVER say something like that while I am around... I will have no choice but to hit you again!!"

"And maybe next time there will be people around to witness it!" Ron said, and he and Harry started to laugh. Draco looked ashen. * * *

The group sat around for a while, discussing what the next year of Hogwarts would hold. Draco, however, excluded himself as usual. Sitting by himself in a corner, he listened to the conversations and debated with himself whether or not to add his thoughts.

"As long as Snape doesn't teach potions anymore, we WON'T get expelled!" Ron interjected.

"Now honestly, Ron!! Do you truly think Snape would go out without us knowing? He would probably die rather than have us-" Harry trailed off.

Finally, Draco spoke. "Snape is still teaching potions. Dumbeldore won't trust anyone else to teach us something like that... And anyway, Snape wouldn't leave unless you two were expelled anyway. Don't get your hopes up."

"He speaks!" Amara teased.

"Yeah, but did we really want him to?" Ron sighed. "Would you mind explaining Malfoy?"

"Well, everyone that Dumbeldore interviewed for the job are deeply imbedded in the Dark Arts. Snape is too, mind you. But Dumbeldore trusts him. And thats all that matters, isn't it? That that old goon is safe..." Draco stopped, clearly aware of the angered looks on Harry, Ron and Hermione's faces. "Oh, come on!! Admit it, the man is a nutter!!"

"Well, he IS alot different than any other headmaster Hogwarts has ever had, but he has saved our rears more than ANYONE would have." Harry admitted.

"So true. But mind you, he wouldn't have had to if-" Ron cut Hermione off.

"We hadn't got into trouble in the first place. Yeah, yeah. Sing us a new song, would ya'?"

Hermione shot Ron a look of death. "Yes. If you two would just STAY out of trouble, we wouldn't need to have Dumbeldore save our hides every year!! You BOTH should have been expelled second year. If only you were a bit like me..."

"Uptight and a know-it-all? Thanks, but no thanks. Live a little Hermione!! The shock and pride of you hitting Malfoy has worn off." Ron said.

"That has to be the best and the worse thing I have ever done... Needless to say, you deserved more Malfoy," she gloated. "At least I didn't get caught."

"Do it again and you won't NEED to be caught, Mudblood..." Draco snarled.

Hermione and Harry had to struggle to keep Ron in his place.

"SAY IT AGAIN, MALFOY!!! I DARE YOU!!!" Ron yelled.

Malfoy mumbled something incoherently.

"What was that Malfoy?" Hermione sighed.

"I said, you should just ask her out and get it over with Weasley!!" Malfoy drawled.

"WHY YOU STUPID GIT!!!" Ron lunged at Draco once more, still being restrained by Harry and Hermione.

There was a sudden pounding on the door. Everyone froze, mid-action. The pounding grew louder, slowly. And suddenly, the door broke open. Standing in the entry way was the person that they were all hiding from in the first place. Standing in the door way was their worst nightmare... It was Lucius Malfoy.

Draco yelled and hopped back as if on impulse. "NO!!" he yelled.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Amara all looked at him in horror.

"Do as I say, Draco!!" Lucius shrieked.

"I won't go with you!! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!!" and he ran to the door. Lucius stopped him by pointing his wand at Draco and shouting "STATUM FILIUS!!" and Draco stopped dead in his tracks. "Now. If you will all come with me, without any fight, you will find things will go quite better for you. If you decide to put up a fight, there will be hell to pay... It is your decision."

"Don't do this Father..." Malfoy snarled.

"Well, you leave me no choice. Coacervo!!" and they were all flung to the same spot, colliding in a painful mass, and they knew no more. They had all been knocked unconcious.

(A/N) IM SO EBIL!!! *cackles insanely* Read and Review, kids. Thank you.. thank you...