A/N: This, my friends is chapter six. A chapter that never was going to happen, a chapter I had never expected to write at all. But it happened. And now you can read it and review it. Hehe I am proud. Big thanks to Elfee on this one! She made it a hell of a lot better! *hands Elfee Lucius standee, goes home with Legolas standee in bedroom, realizes that she gave Elfee the WRONG ONE!!! Chases after Elfee yelling,"NO!! I need my Luci!! LUCI!!!* Okay yeah that was odd Anyhow, I hope you enjoy!

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Snape watched as the Aurors dragged Lucius's limp body from the school grounds. He smiled coldly. Finally, he had his revenge.

He watched as students slowly left the school for a Hogsmede visit. As Lucius regained consciousness, several students stopped and stared.

Suddenly, Lucius sprung from his captors' hold, and rushed towards the lake.

"Oh God!" cried a smaller student, catching only a glimpse as older and taller students pressed in to see what was happening. Of course, some of them recognized Lucius. Particularly the Slytherins.

Lucius spun around, still moving backwards, but slower. He opened his mouth, and aimed his wand, and shouted two words that no one needed to hear.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Several of the students screeched, as a flash of green light erupted from his wand, and caught the female Auror square in the chest.

She fell to the ground. Dead.

Lucius stopped. His eyes were glued to the dead Auror. The killed Auror. The murdered Auror. His hands went limp, and his wand fell to the earth. He lowered his hands, and starred at them, terrified. None of the shouting, the scuffling, the screaming made its way to his ears. There was only him. Only him and the Auror.

"STUPIFY!!"

Three flashes of red hit Lucius in the torso and he soared through the air. There was a dull thud as he landed and smoke rose from his chest. ***

Draco Malfoy watched from the stone steps as his father killed the Auror. His face was unreadable, like carved stone. He could feel his fellow students gaping at him.

~He's a murderer. My father killed someone~

He didn't even blink as he saw his father fly through the air. He didn't care; his father didn't love him. the feeling was mutual.

He turned and walked back into the school without a second glance at his father.

~Murderer! He's a bloody murderer~

Draco's anger started to grow hotter with every step he took. He hoped Crabbe and Goyle weren't following him; he couldn't deal with them, not now.

He was so mad he barely realized where he was going and he slammed into someone he could have done without seeing.

"Watch where you're going Malfoy!"

"Shut up Potter, I don't need this right now."

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at Ron Weasley who stood laughing beside him.

"What? Nothing to say about my scar?" questioned Harry, a quite annoying grin playing on his lips.

"Come off it Potter." Draco muttered, and violently pushed him out of the way. He stalked off ignoring Ron's angry shouts.

Finally he reached the Slytherin common room and charged passed some first years to his dormitory, ignoring their confused looks.

Draco sat on his bed and stared at his hands. Silent tears streamed down his face.

~He murdered someone . . . he doesn't love anyone, he couldn't . . . ~

"But I do."

*** Severus strolled down the corridors with the air of success in every step, a smug grin playing across his pale face.

"Why so happy?"

Severus started and turned around to see Sybil Trelawny giving him an odd look.

"Oh just something that should have happened years ago did," answered Snape, a glint in his dark eyes.

"Oh yes, Mr. Malfoy being sent to Azkaban. you held that grudge for so long."

Severus's smile faded, "Wha-"

"Don't pretend Severus. I know very well of what happened. I've always despised that Malfoy. He was too arrogant, too high on himself."

Severus stared at her. He was so confused; nearly frightened.

"That's why I had blamed him."

"What?" Snape didn't understand what he was hearing. And the fact it was coming from Trelawny..

"I was the one," she said. Severus tried to read her face. Pleasure, delight . . . was it longing? "I was the one who told the Dark Lord that you had gone to work at Hogwarts."

"But, the Dark Lord-he told me it was Lucius-"

"I placed a memory charm on him; I am rather good at those. I made him think it was Lucius.and he did.

"But," she drew closer to Snape, "It was for you." She raised her head and brushed her lips against his. Severus eyes widened as she drew him into a long kiss. He closed his eyes and pushed her away. "No."

"I've always loved you, Severus . . . I still do . . ."

"No. you're horrible..I can't-you-you-no-NO!!!" He was breathing heavily; his thoughts were running a mile a minute.

"But Severus, I did it for us, Malfoy never wanted me near you, and I had to get him out of the picture before we had a chance."

"What-I-no-you're insane-"

"You don't have Malfoy to protect you now, for some reason he thought my love for you was obsessive, that I would hurt you."

Severus swallowed, "how long have you-"

"Since I was 11, our first year at Hogwarts, and always will."

"Sybil, I don't feel like that for you, the only feelings I have are as a colleague maybe a friend." He pondered over the friend bit, and even the colleague bit, quietly in the back of his mind.

She smiled horribly, "I knew you never loved me but you will-"

"You're disgusting! Keep away from me!!" He started walking quickly to his dungeon office.

"SEVERUS YOU'LL LOVE ME! I KNOW YOU WILL!!!"

He started running, "STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!" When he reached his office he put as many locking charms on his door as possible. He sat down with his back to the door.

He was in shock. She loved him. She was insane. And Lucius. . . he had never lied to him before . . . why hadn't he believed him then?

~I am so stupid. How could I have doubted him? He was my best friend. ~

Another sentence wanted to conclude that thought, but he wouldn't let it. He couldn't let himself think that . . . he had others . . . of course he did. But that thought continued to chide him beneath the surface.

~He was my only friend . . . ~

He put his face in his slender hands, his grimy black hair hanging over his pale face, and let out an exasperated sigh. His head pounded with all of the information he just received.

There was a soft knock at the door. "Who is it?" asked Snape nervously, quickly regaining his look of authority.

"Draco," came the muffled answer.

"Malfoy?" Severus got to his feet and started removing all the charms he had put on the door and opened it. "What are you doing here?" He looked at the light haired boy. It looked like, he had been..crying?

"I'm here to talk. . .to talk about my father."

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Draco sat looking at his tea anxiously. "He murdered that Auror.I couldn't believe it. . .I really didn't think he was like that. . .I mean I knew he was a Death Eater but I never thought he would kill someone. . ."

Severus sighed, "For what its worth, I don't think he wanted to. I think that he just did it."

Draco smiled weakly, "I hope you're right Professor." He looked down at his tea again.

"What is it? Is there something else you want to tell me?" Severus' voice didn't sound all too friendly; this kind of thing was against his nature.

Draco swallowed, "I have no one now," he said in a quiet voice, "no one."

It pained Severus to see that hurt look on Draco's face; he had never thought Draco to be one to hurt so badly; it also amazed him how much that boy looked like Lucius. He smiled and said softly, "We'll get him out of there. Somehow we will. I promise." I hope, he thought cynically.

"Well look at the time," he said as he looked at the clock and stood up. "You best get going for dinner."

Draco stood up and headed towards the door. He paused and walked back to Snape.

"Thanks."

And after a second of standing before his potions teacher, Draco hugged him.

Draco left the room with Severus standing there looking utterly shocked, as if he had been struck by lightning twice in a row.