A/N: I know, I haven't updated for a while now, but I'm working on three other fanfics that I haven't put up yet. Hope you like this chapter!

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Last Chapter:

Trill touched the rubber tire, waiting for something to happen. Hagrid explained to her that they would leave in about a minute. Suddenly, they disappeared, and reappeared at the Leaky Cauldron, where two young men were surprised to see her there.

"Wow! Well, that was fun. I wanna do that again sometime." Trill exclaimed while picking herself off the floor. "So, what am I here for, anyway?"

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When Trill arrived, Professor Dumbledore exclaimed, "Well, since we are all finally here, we can start! Thank you for bringing her here, Hagrid."

"It was no problem, Headmaster. I'll be goin' now. Be back tomorrow," Hagrid replied.

Dumbledore motioned for Snape, McGonagall, Draco, Harry, and Trill to sit around a large table that had been set up for them in a private room. As soon as they ere all seated, Dumbledore joined them at the circular table. Everybody looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak. A distant look came upon his face as he started to hum a song. McGonagall coughed very loudly, making him snap out of his trance.

"Oh, yes. Now, back to the point of our meeting here. First things first, Trill Destanya, this is Harry Potter," he said, while motioning his hand towards Harry, "Draco Malfoy, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, and I am Professor Dumbledore. Everybody, this is Trill Destanya.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, and Miss Destanya are apparently involved in some sort of phenomenon that rarely happens. This event of related births only happens when the connecting person's birth is born to people of high ancestry. This basically means that this one person's parents are people of great respect.

"You three are all connected in an odd way. Trill is the essential link between Harry and Draco. She is magically forced to do things for both wizards. Trill must protect Harry while being a virtual slave to Draco." He paused at this point, waiting for his statement to sink in and watched all of their expressions. Draco simply smirked, while Harry and Trill looked shocked at what Dumbledore had just said.

He decided to continue his explanation, "Trill, you have never known your real parents. The reason for this is because Voldemort was after you specifically. However, as a bonus, he wanted to kill your parents too. He has a reason for wanting to take you from your parents. Before I tell you his plan, you need to know who your parents really are.

"Your mother is a druid. A druid is a type of witch that has many extra powers. Your mother, is a very powerful one that can do extraordinary things."

"What are some things that druids can do?" Trill asked.

"Well, they can perform difficult spells using their minds. Normal witches and wizards can only do elementary spells without wands. Druids also feel a special bond with nature. It is in their nature to protect other creatures and plant life."

"Okay," Trill said slowly, "but what about my father?"

"Your father is apparently a direct descendant of Lord Voldemort." Everybody in the room gasped or looked perplexed at Dumbledore's statement. He continued, "I believe that your father is Voldemort's son. Therefore, you are the grand-daughter of the Dark Lord, himself."

"So I'm related to a bastard that wants to kill his own son and daughter-in-law?!" Trill's voice started to rise as she ended the sentence.

"Apparently you are. What's so strange about that? And please refrain from shouting," Draco's cold and emotionless voice stated.

Trill looked at him, her face showing great dislike on her face, "Well how would you like it if you were related to some evil dude that wants to kidnap you and kill your parents?"

"Personally, I wouldn't really care. If my parents are killed, then they're dead. What's so complicated about that? Don't you agree, Potter?" he drawled.

"Shut it, Malfoy," Harry replied, despite being in a room that contained three of his teachers.

"What's the matter? Are you still sensitive about the Dark Lord killing your parents? Do you still cry at night, when you go to bed?"

"You know perfectly well that everything that Rita Skeeter wrote was fake!"

McGonagall interrupted the two bickering teenagers, "Now stop it, both of you! That's enough. Can't you two just stop for a little while, with this feud of yours?"

Harry looked down at the table and mumbled, "I'm sorry, Professor."

McGonagall looked expectantly at Draco, who just stared boldly back at her, not caring that he was being extremely rude to somebody that controlled his grade in one of his classes. She opened her mouth to scold him for not apologizing, but Dumbledore spoke first.

"It's fine, Minerva. He will learn soon," he said, then shook his head at her.

"All right, but why does dear Grandpa Voldie want to kidnap me?" Trill asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I believe I can explain that part. You see, when a druid has a child with someone who is a descendant of a wizard or witch of great power, the child is born with powers that are far superior than many others' powers. Lord Voldemort is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. He was one of the most powerful, known in history. Slytherin had many special powers, like being able to communicate with snakes. Therefore, you should also be able to do all of the things he could do. Severus, please explain Voldemort's reasoning to Miss Destanya," Dumbledore finished.

"Lord Voldemort has only one reason to want to kidnap you. He needs an heir for when he is in trouble or can not do his duty as Dark Lord. He basically wants you to be trained to be able to lead his followers, the Death Eaters. After all, with all of your magic, you would make a very powerful leader. And anyway, Crouch, his second in command, was given the Dementor's kiss, on the orders of that incompetent fool of a Minister of Magic," Snape said in a quiet voice.

There was silence after he spoke. Everybody was thinking over what they had just been told.

"Hmmmm. . .Sounds interesting," Trill's voice broke the hush.

Draco looked at her with a smirk playing upon his lips. *I wouldn't have thought that she would react like that. It's fascinating that she seems to like the idea. Maybe she's not so bad, after all,* he thought.

"It's not that great, you know. Voldemort likes to cause pain and suffering. He enjoys killing people, especially muggles," Dumbledore said.

"Yeah, but I'm just saying that it sounds pretty cool to be a Dark Lord and everything. The only problem is that he wants my parents dead. I may never have met them, but they're my parents, and I want them alive! You don't have anything to worry about, that I would go ahead and join him."

"So, Professor, how is Trill a slave to me? Does she have to do everything that I tell her to do?" Draco asked.

"She has to do almost everything that you tell her to do, but there are certain restrictions, which I am sure you will find out soon enough. Trill also has to protect you, Harry. There is something inside of her that tells her if you are hurt or are about to get hurt. If you are in pain, she should be able to feel some of that pain too," Dumbledore explained.

"Excuse me, but nobody asked me if I wanted to do this!" Trill exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, but you really have no choice in the matter. All three of you have something to do with Lord Voldemort, so it's in your blood to do this," he replied.

"Well, I don't want to!" she shouted, as she started to run towards the door.

She stopped when a certain voice spoke a single word, "Stop!"

The five people still sitting at the table saw her legs immediately stop moving. They saw her try to struggle to run, but it was no use, because Draco Malfoy had ordered her to stop. He stood up, walked over to her, leaned close, and whispered in her ear, "Remember, you're mine. I am your master. You have to do what I say from now on. It's no use to escape your fate."

He watched her face turn from confusion to pure hatred. She looked straight into his grey eyes and forcefully said, "I will never truly be yours. I will fight you all the way! Now release me!"

He nodded and said, "Fine, but just this one time will I comply with your wishes. You may go now."

She had calmed down a bit, so she walked outside, where Tom, the landlord, said, "There are rooms upstairs for Mr. Harry Potter, Mr. Draco Malfoy, and Miss Trill Destanya. Follow me, please."

Trill looked behind her and saw that everybody had left the private room. Harry and Draco were heading up the stairs, making sure that they were a few feet apart from each other. The three teachers were motioning for Trill to follow them. She sighed, and trudged on behind them.

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A/N: So, how was that? By the way, Trill is fifteen years old and an American, so excuse the words that she uses (dude and everything). Please review!!!!!!!!