Disclaimer: I don't claim to own any of this on the page, except the "characters" of Athena and Selena. I don't own their last names, but I came up with their story and personalities. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

A/N: This chapter is slightly odd and I'm not all that fond of it, but I had to get it done and out of the way. It's one of those, has to be done, chapters. Hope you like it!

~* Chapter 3

He ran down the empty and eerie corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Searching for a sign and running from a terror. What he was searching for he had no idea, what he was running from he had no idea. His robes billowed behind him as he ran through the halls, praying. But he did not know what he was praying for.

The blood pounded in his head, he had to get there. But where did he have to go? He ran straight past perfectly still Peeves and through a motionless Bloody Baron. He continued running. No one was in the halls or classrooms he past. Where was everyone? This was a school! The only sound to penetrate his ears was his own footsteps bouncing off the silent hall. He turned and ran into a classroom he did not recognise. He slammed the door shut, and continued to search. Still now knowing what he was searching for. He was still aware of the terror he was running and hiding from. But did not know what terror he was running from.

A ransacked room lay before him, he walked over the papers, smashed inkbottles, and quills and over turned desks. Portraits lay slashed on the floor, the walls held scorch marks. Still, he searched. A mirror lay cracked on the floor and he simply stood on it heading to the end of the room. The blood was pounding once more in his head, his heart giving out an irregular drum beat. His breath came in short and quick gasps. Ragged as he tried to catch his breath. He stood staring at the only object that remained standing and in tact, a simple chair. He shook his head, no time to stand and stare at chairs. As he put another foot forward he almost expected what happened next, the door behind him burst open and a black terror burst through the door filling the room like a very angry wave and swallowed him.

Draco Malfoy shot up in his bed. His breath indeed now coming in short and quick gasps as he tried to calm himself. The same dream had haunted him all summer. The same nightmare. The same urgency to run, and find what he was looking for. The same black suffocating him. He looked out of his large window to see the thin line of orange sky; meaning dawn was upon this world. September the first was once again here. Draco sat up in his four- posted bed still thinking, trying to work it out. He knew Harry Potter was having dreams about the Dark Lord, his Father had told him. But what did Draco's dreams mean? He wished he could tell someone.

Not his Father. "Draco, stop attention seeking. You are jealous of that Potter!" Would be his Father's exact response, as the voice spoke this line in his head Draco began to think of his Mother's response.

"Draco, are you sure you don't have the Inner eye? Or is it that you feel left out? Has Athena done something to you?" Typical of his Mother, try to shift the blame to Athena. But, then what would Athena say to his dreams? She was his only other option. He tried to imagine what his sister would say, but he could not. It dawned on him; he knew nothing about his own twin sister. Sure, she was intelligent, but everyone knew that. She despised the Dark Arts. But, was that all there was to Athena Malfoy? Draco ran his hand absently through his hair as he always did when he was deep in thought.

"Draco," Came a small whisper from outside his door. Draco frowned, annoyed that whoever it was had disrupted his thought. How often was it he actually thought about being nice to his sister? He got from his bed angrily and strolled to the door in his black satin pyjamas and opened the door seeing Athena stood looking wide-eyed and, bubbly. She was wrapped in her usual white and blue cotton dressing gown smiling.

"Let me in you big fool," Athena said pushing her way into Draco's room. Draco frowned as she ran over to his couch and sat down.

"What are you doing here? It's what, six o'clock?" Draco said rubbing his eyes, slightly shocked that he had been thinking about his sister and she turned up at his door.

"I couldn't sleep. I was eating all my chocolate and Fizzing Whizzbees that Rosie sent me and I'm slightly hyper," Athena said shaking. Draco frowned, now really scared. Athena was never hyper or bubbly. She was a sarcastic bitch, basically.

"You had chocolate and sweets and you never shared? And who the hell is Rosie?" Draco snapped annoyed. Athena did not seem to notice.

"Rosie is my best friend from Salem's. And I never share because you never do, oh, St. Draco," Athena snapped back, still shaking from her sugar intake.

"Why thank you," Draco said sarcastically finally moving back to his bed as Athena looked around his room. It was white stone, with a cold stone floor and with a lot of black, gold and grey. Typical of a Malfoy.

"So, what were your O-O-O-OWL results?" Athena asked yawning mid-sentence. She had only received hers yesterday. Everything had been "Outstanding", "Exceeds Expectations" and she had one "Acceptable" but that was in Divination and she hated that class anyway.

"Three E's and the rest were A's," Draco said. Lucius had hit the roof when he found out Draco's results. The Malfoy Heir should have had proper results. Draco had tried the "Hermione Granger is the teacher's favourite" routine, but Lucius was too angry. And once Narcissa had found out, Draco ran.

"Luicus must have been mad," Athena commented.

"Yeah, but I sort of made up for it by making Quidditich Captain," Draco said proudly. "And, returning Prefect." Athena rolled her eyes.

"You have such a big head," She said sarcastically. "I'm going to get dressed, we have to leave soon," Athena said and she took three strides and left the room, which surprised Draco because she was quite short. Draco sighed back into his pillows. He had tried. But she was so but then what if it was himself? What if he was such a bigheaded snob, no one but Crabbe and Goyle got on with him?

"Not likely," Draco told himself moving around to his trunk and throwing the rest of his things inside. If it was up to his Mother, they would be leaving very soon. And it always was up to his Mother.

~*~

Harry sat at the kitchen table, holding a warm cup of tea as if it were winter. He had woken hours ago; the nightmare of Sirius falling beyond the veil still haunted his sleep. By day, he was haunted by rumours of Voldemort and the Prophecy. Still, no one knew about it. He had not told anyone, he was too frightened. He was still wondering if he would rather be the murder or the murdered. Whenever this thought started a little voice would start and speak with such harsh tones, it made Harry's scar burn with pain, At least you would get to see your parents again. The words would hiss and it felt like they were burned into his skull. But, he would also get to see Sirius again. But, what would he leave to the world? Voldemort would finally defeat him. He would kill endless amounts of innocent..

"Harry? Harry, dear, what are you doing up so early?" Mrs Weasley croaked from the doorway. A quilted dressing gown wrapped tightly around her, her hair pulled back into a bun.

"I-I couldn't sleep," Harry said honestly, sighing.

"Are you okay? You didn't have another-" Mrs Weasley went to start. She was going to ask if he had another nightmare. That's all anyone asked him now. No one seemed to understand how horrifying it was seeing Sirius die over and over like that. Hearing the horrible high-pitched laughter, as his dreams would rewind to reveal Cedric, the Graveyard, and Voldemort.

"No, Ron's snoring woke me up," Harry lied. Ron was the reason everyone knew about his yelling in the night, his screams, and hopeless attempts to save Sirius. Ron had told Hermione who had instantly told. Harry didn't have the energy to not talk to them or to talk to them. So settled for nods and grunts every now and then.

"Yes, well, I'll just get a glass of water, my throat is awfully sore," Mrs Weasley said bustling around the kitchen in her usual motherly manner. She had once again taken Harry under her wing, protecting him.

"I'll just go, finish my packing," Harry said and without waiting for an answer, he left the kitchen. Dragging his feet up the staircase as if trying to hurry but not having the energy. As he started down the hall someone stood in front of him, fixing him with an unreadable look, as usual she was dressed in black robes, her hair pulled back into a bun with a quill stabbed through it holding her hair in place. She looked tired and exhausted, as she always did. She looked at Harry once more and then continued to walk around him muttering to herself.

"Um, Selena," Harry called after her. Selena looked around sharply her hazel eyes narrowed in thought.

"Yes?" Selena asked calmly. She had the look of a thoughtful, sharp, strong woman. But her voice was calm and she sounded almost serene.

"I was just wondering, what, um, how we were getting to the Station?" Harry said thinking. Selena had barely spoken to him, just passed him in the halls muttering to herself, usually scribbling down onto a piece of parchment. That was when she was even here. Selena spent a lot of time away, but Harry had heard her and Remus speaking about it. And it was not Order business, something to do with the Ministry. Harry had just been about to find out exactly what it was when Ron interrupted him.

"We will be travelling in cars Mundungus has managed to get. You will be going with myself, Remus and Mad-Eye, and naturally Hermione and Ron. So, we will be leaving in about three hours," Selena said looking at the fragile watch on her wrist. It was only seven o'clock now.

"Oh, okay, thank you," Harry, said. Selena nodded and wandered off down the corridor again and Harry watched her take a quill from behind her ear and once again he noticed the scar, which was now more clear her hair was out of the way. She then turned and walked down the staircase. Harry stood there a moment longer and then turned to his room to finish his packing.