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It was the last day of school. The owls were just bringing the mail in. I had a Daily Prophet dropped into my lap. Looking at the front page I was shocked to see what it said. Lucius Malfoy convicted of killing wife. Sent to Azkaban for life. I looked across the hall at Draco Malfoy. His eyes were wide but he wasn't crying just shocked. I kind of felt sorry for him but at the same time wasn't sure if I did or not. After he had been so mean to my family it was almost hard for me to feel sorry for him. Almost. But I still did. I gave him one last look then quickly finished breakfast so I could go finish packing and get on the train.

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I was sitting at breakfast when Crabbe got his mail. He was reading the Daily Prophet when he placed it on my cereal and told me to look. Looking down I saw it. The headlines. The first thing that registered is he finally killed her. That bastard finally did it. My mum was the only one I ever felt loved me even the littlest bit. She would protect me from my father's wrath, or at least as much as she could. I almost started crying right there, but I couldn't. Malfoy's don't cry in public, and that's if they even cry at all. I wasn't the heartless person people thought I was. I actually hated being cruel to people and really only did it because if my father found out anything less I would be put under the Crucio curse, as soon as I got home, until I went unconscious. I looked up to see that Weasley girl looking at me over her paper. Great she saw. I had to get out of there. I left the table quickly and went to my room.
Sitting on my bed was another owl. I had never seen it before. Picking up the letter I looked at the seal. Ministry of Magic. What do -they- want? Skimming down the letter I saw the part that nearly made me fall off my bed. "According to your mother's last will and testament you are to be put under the care of Molly Weasley until reaching the legal age of 17." There is no way I am going to live with the Weasley's of all people. I finished packing and got down to the train hoping that this was all a horrible dream that I would soon wake up from.