Hey! Thanks again everyone for putting up your reviews. Even the flames. Sorry I cussed earlier, you people just piss me off and make me happy all the time! If you are still confused, please put why or what is, and I'll clarify. Some parts are supposed to be...but you will see! I hope you all keep reviewing and I'll keep updating. I'll add some scenery and settings but honestly this is like Draco's thoughts not about the weather. Watch your flames. I may just stop all together. Enjoy...! Oh and...if you like the ending...keep reviewing...there's gonna be ' a wave of fury such as I have never known.'

Ron and Hermione tried to follow, but Malfoy wasn't having it. "One on one. Potter only." Ron looked suspicious but Hermione nodded. "We'll be here," she added to Harry," if he tries anything." Harry nodded. "I'll be fine, but thanks." Ron grimaced. "He might try to pull a move, mate. You know a move-" Malfoy shot hot sparks over his head. "I am not homosexual like some of your kind. Don't worry, Potty's safe with me." Harry held his wand out, as if giving Draco warning.

Malfoy nodded and they went into the compartment alone. Ron started to lean his ear on the door, but Hermione grabbed him. "He might spill. C'mon, let's go to the Prefect Compartment."

Draco sat, wand still out, and so did Potter. Draco doubted Harry'd try anything, so he let himself look outside the window. It was slightly drizzling, but it still looked like a hint of sun was still out. Feeling more than remembering that Potter was there, he turned back to look at him.

"So...tell me what you think I won't handle..." Potter requested uncertainly. Draco smiled. It wasn't everyday Potter got tongue tied in front of him. "You do know, don't you, that my father was caught...in the Ministry, correct?"

Potter nodded, annoyed. "I know that. Your mother and aunt too." Draco nodded. He licked his lips carefully.

How are you supposed to tell someone that who they thought was dead is alive? In a sense...Would he believe it? I have to tell someone. I can't hold this in anymore.

"Yes. Well...my aunt Bellatrix...she's Voldemort's leading servant in new curses. I was staying with her one day when...well, when my mom and dad had gone looking for him. So, I was helping her out. You know...just fetching this and that-" Harry grunted.

Draco, again, licked his lips. "Don't let me lose you just yet, Potter. She had meant to come up with a curse. Instead...she...learned how to contact the dead."

This sentence lingered in the tight compartment that seemed to be encircling the pair.

Harry kind of started shaking. He couldn't help it. Draco used this to his advantaged and pressed on with a small portion of the story.

"While contacting the dead might've been done before...its...its never made Sirius Black come back for an hour..." Harry stood. Draco remained seated and stared back at the emerald eyes sincerely. "I am not lying Potter."

Harry threw himself back in the seat and re gained his voice. "Bull. I don't think you're funny. In fact- I think I'll make you pay-"

"You won't." A voice said from to doorway. Draco stood now and bowed slightly. "May I present Kala Black."

Harry's jaw dropped. "Who are you..." In fact, it was a ghost. Or...some sort of transparent person. Maybe some kind of lost soul.

Draco shook his head. "Have a seat, Kala. I think we should fill Potter in on the minor details.

"Black? You're a-" Potter started to figure unsurely. "I am his unborn daughter. I have an older brother, his firstborn & son. Who's...well, he's with Sirius right now. Along with my older sister Serena." Draco looked at her uncertainly. "I said MINOR details, Kala. Let me talk."

Draco sighed and told Potter to sit. "We don't have enough time to tell you everything, but its not like you need to know everything. What you need to know, is that your parents...Sirius...They might be able to come back. I'm not sure about the details, and for sure Bella won't help us-"

"Us?"

Potter looked from Kala to Draco. "I don't appreciate your jokes Malfoy. Eat Dung. Later."

Potter left, and Kala disappeared. Draco sat there not moving. His one chance at doing something good had blown up in his face once again. He licked his lips for a third time and thought determinedly...

You may leave for now. Curiosity will bring you back...I'll be waiting Potter. This will be sweet revenge...for...both of us.