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A/N Hello. Hola. Aloha. ^-^ This has taken me forever to get thoughts together on, and then I had to pick the song. 0_0 It was so easy with the first two, and , and . right. Thank you readers, reviewers, and flamers. Please feel free to review at your own discretion and if I have the lyrics wrong feel free to tell me.

Tomorrow: the sequel to Always

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Is it any wonder why I'm scared? If was a little younger, Would I care? I'm feeling like the walls are growing stronger, I don't know if this gate can hold me any longer.

You never thought you'd have to live your life so guarded. Cause they'll find a way, Too make you feel discarded.

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Draco Malfoy shot up in bed, his heart racing from the dream. He couldn't remember it, as usual. But he could guess that it was about that night. He could still see, all too clearly, the sword as it pierced his mother's heart. It left him feeling like his heart was hit too.

He had been staying cooped up in his room since he had arrived and hadn't received any word from his father.

That was a very good thing.

Draco stared out the window and he could barely hear the mirror, as he listened instead to the sound of muggle London, when it said, "not another nightmare, dearie? That makes every night for a week. You need peace."

"I know," Draco replied. He shut the window and the noise vanished. "I have a lot on my mind."

"Of course, dearie," the mirror muttered, it seemed to be falling asleep again so Draco let it be.

Draco's mind wandered. 'What'll next year be like? I wonder what school was like for mum?' As soon as he thought that he practically jumped out of his seat. Even wondering about her time in school was like hitting an open wound. Pure pain was all it brought.

Therefore, Draco did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed his cloak and went for a walk around Diagon Alley.

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I'm not afraid of tomorrow, I'm only scared of myself. Feels like my insides are on fire, And I'm looking through the eyes of someone else.

Never thought they'd want me to go even faster, Never thought I took my foot of the gas. Everybody loves to be in on the pressure, But they're all waiting for the crash.

You never thought you'd have to live your life so guarded. Cause they'll find a way, Too make you feel discarded. Things have changed, You've become a complication. Can't make it through another day's humiliation.

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Draco passed through the nearly empty street. He had become a familiar night owl lately. He knew almost every creature out. Or at least been attacked by those he didn't know.

A few stray vampires glanced at him but wisely stayed away. They had seen three of their kind get slayed by him that week. None was stupid enough to attack him anymore.

A few late night witches scurried past him. He ignored them. Several of them pointedly tried to get his attention though. One of them walked off unsuspectingly with a vampire. Draco turned when he heard that witch's screams when she entered the nearby alley.

He got to just behind the vampire and told it to go or get staked. It left with the witch alive.

Then he recognized the witches. Lavender Brown was the one he had saved. Her Gryffendor friends were the flirty ones.

"Thanks," Lavender squeaked, still in shock from the entire ordeal.

"If you are going to be out this late you ought to carry a stake or two. You'll end up one of them if you don't," Draco said.

"A-Al-right-t," she stammered.

Her friends grabbed her arms and slowly led her away.

Draco turned towards the Leaky Cauldron. He closed his eyes momentarily. 'That Gryffendor was bloody lucky,' he thought. 'Whatever possessed those girls to wander around at night without someone to take care of them?'

As he neared the Leaky Cauldron he saw another girl with a vampire. She was tall, had wavy brown hair, and flashing turquoise eyes. Then, the vampire tried to bite her and was suddenly dust. The girl smirked, shook her head, and laughed. Then the dust reformed. Into the same vampire. Draco shook his head. Either the vampire was the well-known Dracula, or possibly one of the lesser known 'unduster' types.

Definitely not Dracula, though. Wrong height and accent.

Draco shook his head tiredly. The entire place was way too dangerous at night. No wonder stores closed earlier now than he remembered from last year.

He entered the Leaky Cauldron and went to his room.

'Why is everything moving so fast? Why don't I get some peace for awhile?' shot through his head before he collapsed, asleep, on his bed. His subconscious drifted back to nightmares.

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I'm not afraid of tomorrow, I'm only scared of myself. Feels like my insides are on fire, And I'm looking through the eyes of someone else.

Someone, Someone, Someone else.

Someone, Someone, Someone else.

Someone, Someone, Someone else.

I'm not afraid of tomorrow, I'm only scared of myself. Feels like my insides are on fire, And I'm looking through the eyes of someone else.

Is it any wonder why, The answer keeps me petrified? Is it any wonder why, I'm scared?

I'm not afraid of tomorrow, I'm only scared of myself. Feels like my insides are on fire, And I'm looking through the eyes of someone else.

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When Draco woke up the next morning it was to the hoot of an owl. It was a tawny owl that Draco recognized as his father's. He blanched at the idea of his father wanting him to come home.

He picked it up and read it. Twice. One part kept him reading and rereading.

'Dear Draco Malfoy,

I am quiet sorry to break this too you, but your mother has been found dead and your father missing. The greatest shock to you of all is the fact that your mother isn't the only family member you've lost. She was somewhere in her second trimester, pregnant with a little girl. You would've had a little sister had she lived.

I am sorry for your losses Mr. Malfoy, but I hope, for your sake, that your father can be located alive.

Cornielus Fudge, Prime Minister'

'I was going to be a brother!' shot through his mind like a dagger. The pain only increased; he finally understood why his father had seemed to go catatonic.

Lucious had known he was going to have another child. He knew he had killed his wife and second child all at once.

Tears trailed down Draco's cheeks as he cursed whatever had set this in motion, whatever it was had made his father the sociopath he was.

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Is it any wonder why I'm scared? If was a little younger, Would I care? I'm feeling like the walls are growing stronger, I don't know if this gate can hold me any longer.

Is it any wonder why I'm scared?

Someone, Someone, Someone else.
A/N *timidly* reviews? Anyone? Please. Just push the button, you know you want to review. Hello out there?

Should I do any more? That is indeed the question. If anyone can tell me who the girl hanging out with the 'unduster' vamp was will get a special salute, and automatic feedback on the story they might be writing. Non- flame stuff of course.

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