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A/N: Now you all get to see who Scott was! Are you all excited? This story just gets even more fun to write by the chapter.

"Scott was." My mother hesitated.

"I was in love with him. We had been together for seven years, since our first year at Hogwarts. Things had gone perfectly up until our seventh year. I found out that he. that he." Her voice cracked.

"He what mom? What happened?" I asked.

"He told me who his real family was. They were evil. Followers of the dark lord. He was going to be a death eater, my problem was, he wanted me to join them. I didn't know what to do. I spent weeks avoiding him. As much as I still loved him, I couldn't bear to see him. Eventually he gave up, and we didn't speak for months. Then one day I found him in the hallway, his face looked the same as it always had, yet somehow different. Something had happened to him." She whispered as a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

"What happened to him? Did he?" I started to ask.

"He had become a death eater. I asked him what was wrong with him, because he was barely able to walk. I took him up to my room, since I was a prefect; no one would see him. In the morning I could still see the pain in his eyes. He held me, and told me, that things were not supposed to happen that way. He loved me, and wanted to keep it a secret. If they knew that we were still together, I could have been killed." She wiped a few tears.

"So what happened next?" I asked with anxious and nervousness.

"We kept everything a secret for a few weeks, and then one night he came to me, telling me that he would have to stay with Voldemort for a month. Neither of us was sure what would happen to him, and eventually things led to me getting pregnant. Yet I didn't know that at the time. So he was gone for a month, and then, I got a letter from him. It said that he was ok and really missed me, and would meet me in this cleared area of the forest." She explained as the tears started to flow freely.

"Oh mom." I sighed.

"When I arrived, I found him tied up and I was too. He was given a choice, to kill me, of both of us. Either way I would die, but he could live. He said that he would not let me die. They laughed, and gave him an hour to think. In that time he apologized immensely. He never meant for things to turn out this way. And as the time rolled around, he had come to an idea that he would kill himself to save me. I told him not to, and I remember everything to vividly." She shook.

"Mom, it's ok. You don't have to continue." I stated sympathetically.

"Yes, I must continue. As they approached us, several wands came out. I watched in horror and screamed. I was willing to die, if he could live. He told them that he would kill me, then he took out his knife and stabbed himself and chanted a spell. Flashes of white and blue knocked them all away. He said that the draining of his blood would save me. He kissed me softly, and told me I was pregnant, and then he fell to the ground lifeless. Lucious Malfoy then took his place in the circle and has held the spot to this day. The man you know is not your father, he thinks he is your father, because I was able to prolong my pregnancy. He still thinks you two girls are his, but you are not, you are like Scott in almost in every way. Aside from your looks, you two are exactly like your father was." She rocked herself back and forth.

"I that why you don't want me with Draco?" I asked, almost certain of the answer.

"Yes, when I saw him this morning, I saw a young Scott. Your Draco is young, and smart, and beautiful, and it reminded me of the things I went through. But when I look in his eyes, I don't see the tiniest bit of evil in him. I saw the way he looked at his father with hatred. He is not evil. But he may be forced into living through what Scott went through. Help him Gwen. Don't let history repeat itself." My mother pleaded.

"I won't." I promised.

She left no more then a minute after, and left me all by myself. I thought about my life. I was made from people like Draco and I, yet my father was at least partly evil. Draco would never have asked me to join him.

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I spent all summer thinking about what my mother told me. I was the only one that knew. Misti and my. Jack knew nothing of what happened the night mom told me what really happened. I dreamt about it. I saw the way things really did happen. It was terrible.

I pulled out a book of pictures of Draco and I. He didn't look like he was evil. Yet, maybe I came to that conclusion because I knew him. My Draco was not like his father, and he never would be.

I found a picture of Scott my mother gave me. He was only nineteen when he died. I was friends with people that age. It scared me a bit. Scott did remind me of me. I did look a little like him. I had his eyes, and I had his birthmark (a star around my belly button), and I had his blood.

My dad was a handsome guy, and I could see why my mother wanted him. He had dark hair, eyes that were almost silver, he was tanned and had just enough muscle, but not too much. The cockiness in his eyes was so much like Draco. His eyes, his build. Was I going to share the pain my mother went through involuntarily?

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"How was your day sweetheart? Have you heard from your boyfriend yet?" Jack asked in a fatherly way.

I looked at him and felt funny. The man who I had known as my father for thirteen years, was not my real father. I still loved him for being my father. Yet when I looked at him, I saw just a man. I didn't see my father anymore. I saw a lie, a secret, one my mother was holding for far too long.

"No, I haven't heard from him, but my day was nice anyway. I went outside for a few hours." I replied.

"Good. If you want you may have your boyfriend over for dinner one of these nights." He smiled.

"I'd like that. I'll ask him." I nodded, but I didn't mean it.

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About a week before school started up again, I heard a knock at my door. I raced downstairs and opened my door. And who was there but.



A/N: I know this chapter may have been a little short, but it had a lot of info in it. So who do you think is at the door? I'll give you three guesses. Review!