I officially stink at writing! The story is going to get longer, but the plot isn't real original. Oh well, please review, it'll make my day. This chap is a bit better that the other ones. So.





After a couple of seconds the torture ended. It took a few minutes for Malfoy to get up on his feet. When he did, Rea was standing calmly, with a small mile on her face.

"You.You when Dumbledore.and my f-f-ather hears about this. They'll"

"Dumbledore ehhh, the most he could do is expel me. But you father? He would never touch a hair on my head, unless he wants to get killed." Rea replied in a soft whisper. Her voice was not whimpering but strong.

"My dad's got Voldermort on his side," he was regaining himself, "We all know how Potters feel about that!" He felt confident enough to let out a little sneer. Of all the things Malfoy expected, shock, fear, he never expected amusement.

"So does my dad."

"B-but your dad's dead!", Malfoy looked confused.

"My father IS Voldermort", she said dramatically.

Malfoy had on a look of disbelief. Rea was satisfied. At least now he wasn't so shocked on why she had just performed an unforgivable.

"Who is your father? Is he a deatheather, because you don't flinch at the name of Voldermort." Rea asked suddenly with interest.

Draco wondered if he should answer. His mouth though had a mind of its own. "Yes, Lucius Malfoy." He attempted to make his voice strong, but it came out in a more feeble tone.

Hearing Malfoy's weak voice she laughed, and said "I not going to kill you, you know."

He relaxed.

"llegbo" he heard Rea mutter.

Suddenly, as if out on nowhere, an owl appeared. Landed on the ledge of the tower, and turned into a house elf.

"Pixie, paper and pen please."

^^^^^^^ What the letter to lucius looked like Dear Mr. Malfoy

This is lady Rea. I am at Hogwarts at the moment and have met your son. He has much information that would be helpful to me. Though, to fully trust him, he must receive the dark mark., MY dark mark. Since you are his rightful guardian, I am asking your permission.

Rea

The elf grabbed the parchment, turned into an owl again and flew away. It seemed to disappear into the night.

"What do we do now?" he asked.

"Now we wait"

Draco wondered how long it will be for the elf/owl to get to his hose, wait for his father to write a reply, and come back.

But that was before he saw a glint of snowy white, which the owl was.

The owl landed on Rea's arm. She took the letter from it. Glanced at it and said, "Go to the Forbidden forest on Halloween before the great feast." "You will never reveal my sercert to anyone, ok?"

Nod from Draco.

"Take me back to the Gryffindor common room and lie to everyone."

Another nod.

As they left, they didn't see a red head turn and run.